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arescere (latin)
wither /ˈwɪðə/verb
1. fall into decay. cause to decline or deteriorate; weaken.
2. to render powerless;
stun:
hearing bianca's voice as xavier opened it. oh. bianca was pretty, she was so beautiful but her personality was pure shite.
"you're not supposed to be up here." he spoke, dragging her inside before someone else saw her.
"good to see you too." she added as he moved towards his bed, a vanilla scent hitting him. a scent he was all too familiar with.
"how'd you get past the housemaster, use your siren powers?"
"not while wearing this. would it kill you not to think the worst of me for once."
"what do you want bianca?" he asked, yet he wasn't looking at her, instead rowans empty closest. noticing the door slightly ajar. something was up. first the lights had been off when he entered from the shower, then that vanilla scent and now rowan's cupboard had been opened.
"to see how you are doing. i'm sorry about rowan, i know you guys used to be close."
"since when did you give a damn about rowan?"
"you were the only afraid he'd do something to wednesday. isn't that why you've been following her like an eager-eyed puppy? or is there something more?"
"i haven't been following wednesday.'' and peter cut himself off from listening, wednesday was under xavier's bed. she could imagine the boy hiding in the closet. his hand covering his mouth. eyes welling with tears even if he didn't want to admit it. because she knew, she could see it. if wednesday addams could see it, it was bad.
"i can't wait to crush ophelia hall tomorrow and watch her werewolf roommate crumble. it's going to be a poe cup finale to remember."
"yeah i hate to think of what you have planned."
"my games have already started. i like to win. is that so wrong?" and he noticed the quick look she shot at rowan's closest.
"yeah and you wonder why i broke up with you."
"you used to love my killer instinct." peter ignored the sting at his chest as he watched bianca loop her fingers with xavier. he didn't even know why his chest hurt, he didn't like xavier. and clearly xavier didn't like him.
"we were good together xavier."
"we were? or is that just how you wanted me to feel?" he replied and the look in her eye changed as she let go of his hand. tapping her knuckle against rowan's cupboard door as she headed back towards the door.
"nice drawing of belfiore by the way, maybe i've got you all wrong." she grinned, baring her teeth like a shark hunting its prey. he followed her gaze to the drawing hung on the wall. it was true. there on the way surrounded by a mess of scribbles was the side view of peter's face. even including the odd freckles. he shook his head as she left, heading back to the bathroom to splash his face with water in attempt to get those words out of his mind. she was up to something, she knew something he didn't. and with bianca, it was never a good sign. he heard a door open and then shut and then another door open and slam, he ran out of the bathroom. seeing the blue of a boy disappearing behind the door. and that familiar scent made sense. it was a vanilla chocolate scent. fuck.
peter ran, ignoring wednesday shouting for him. he ran and he didn't know where he was going. nor did he know why he was even upset. he didn't like xavier, he barely liked him as a friend. and peter belfiore was certianly not gay. and he didn't like xavier. he didn't like how his green eyes were like pretty stones in the light. he didn't like who his hair fell over his face. peter belfiore did not like xavier thorpe. so why did he find himself hiding in the cove he found in the library. slumping into the sofa as he tried to stop himself from crying. because he did not like xavier fucking thorpe.
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hi is emma, anyways i just wanted to show ya'll this,
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OMFGGGGGG!!! literally crying. i love you all, big kisses for the lot <3
