┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "Now this is the point- you fancy me a mad. But madmen know nothing.".
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Vivienna Elrod is having vivid dreams of a boy with long hair and a messy art studio- so vivid, in fact, she gets dragged right into his school; Nevermore Academy. Wit...
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╭ ❛❛ depollute me, pretty baby suck the rot right out of my blood stream. oh dilate me, gentle angle
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN WE'LL NEVER HAVE SEX
[ SLIGHT TW! for minor self-inflicted wounds, severe panic attacks, and disassociation. If you are sensitive to any of these, I advise caution before reading. You are safe and loved <3 ]
THE FEELING of eyes on your skin is one of the most unsettling; it pricks at the back of your conscious like a small needle, widening the hole until your mind is aware something's awry. It's a sensation of soft padding feet on your flesh and vodka traveling down your throat. It's slightly uncomfortable and wholly unpleasant as it digs into you.
The entire Rave'n, Vivienna hasn't been able to shake the feeling of eyes on her. Even as she's glanced around the entire duration and scoured every corner with her eyes, nobody is there. She thinks she may be going crazy.
Then Tyler Galpin walked in with Wednesday Addams, and the sensation doubled. It was disorienting, almost like the entire room was caving in on her and staring with an intimacy she did not allow.
When she locked eyes with Tyler, it was as if an invisible force was keeping her there, unable to break contact. It was terrifying and mesmerizing.
"You okay, sunshine?" Xavier whispered in her ear, catching the way she fidgeted with the ring on her finger.
