𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 .

Eden tumbled into the small room, shivering violently - though not as badly as her twin no doubt would be after his dunk in the river. She hadn't enjoyed that, and was struggling to justify pushing him. It had been the right thing to do - but had solidifying herself as the favourite been a mistake? Though still, she was sure he would've made her kill her twin - Dixon now - if she hadn't. Still, the feeling of a gloved hand on her head had filled her with a warmth she'd never felt before. She whimpered slightly, the cold nights chill hadn't left her bones yet.

*     /   wow  .  this  is  so  hard  to  say  ,  and  i  didn't  think  it  would  ,  but  i  think  the  time's  come  .  recent  events  have  pushed  me  to  announcing  this  :  as  of  today  ,  i  will  be  inactive  on  all  my  accounts  excluding  my  writing  (  @stateofdreaming-  )  one  .  i  don't  feel  as  though  this  is  fun  anymore  .  it's  a  hazard  to  my  mentality  and  i  feel  close  to  falling  into  my  old  habits  to  handle  them  .  thank  you  to  each  and  every  one  of  you  who  has  interacted  ,  to  all  of  you  who  have  inspired  me  and  befriended  me  .  thank  you  for  being  here  and  supporting  me  .  i'm  forever  grateful  for  all  of  you  ,  and  will  never  stop  being  thankful  for  you  .  once  i've  finished  my  stories  on  my  writing  ,  i  will  be  leaving  the  app  .  these  next  few  months  will  be  my  last  here  .  i  doubt  i'll  come  back  afterwards  ,  so  please  ,  if  you  want  to  remain  in  contact  ,  let  me  know  now  .  
          this  is  electra  ,  
          signing  off  for  the  last  time  .

*     /     hi everyone . 
          i feel like i owe an explanation as to why i've been so absent on my accounts and been more inactive than usual . as many of you know , it marked a difficult day on the fourteenth - since then , everything else has been coming apart at the seams . a believed friend has stabbed me in the back ( metaphorically , obviously ) and i don't really have much strength or energy to respond to many people / interact / do much at all excluding a select few people who know the situation / i know that i can trust . i believed distractions with interactions were what was needed to keep my mind away from the event ; it has only led to me feeling more stressed and overwhelmed . i appreciate everyone's effort who has tried to distract me , and i am grateful towards all of you . the event has left me drained entirely and i don't want anyone to think that i am ignoring them . i don't want anyone to believe that i don't care about them or that they are unimportant . that is not the aim . i love and care for all of you - but i feel as though a step back / less time on here is what's beneficial for my mental health . i hope you all understand , and please remember to stay safe . 
          love ,
          electra  ❤️

*.°☆/  * heart eyes *

❝   i'm  not  a  man  ,  i'm  just  a  boy  ,  who  had  to  sing  this  song  .  ❞
                 introducing  |  cain  reeves  -  valeska  . the  younger  twin  to  justin  reeves  .  his  colder  ,  more  detached  counterpart  who  would  do  anything  to  keep  his  idiotic  elder  sibling  safe  .  an  elder  sibling  to  katherine  reeves  ,  eden  valeska  and  dixie  valeska  ,  cain  will  lay  down  his  life  for  them  and  the  few  others  he  considers  family  .  to  the  outside  world  ,  he  appears  cold  ,  a  ruthless  killing  machine  ,  and  that's  what  his  father  has  raised  .  yet  deep  under  that  surface  ,  is  a  boy  who  loves  deeply  --  although  he'll  be  damned  if  he  let  anyone  else  see  that  .

The two children were new. They hadn't been in the church before (you could tell by the looks of wonder on their faces) and they didn't know anyone there but their father. Though they may have just seen him murder their guardian, he'd also been the one to comfort them. The girl, at least, liked him. But now the two had been left alone in an unfamiliar room, in a cold church. The boy wanted to cry, but the girl was more intrigued by the sounds she could hear - maybe they weren't alone here after all.