@slicendicisms
“ does this dress make my ass look fat ? but like — not good fat , bad fat .”
reece raised a brow, lips twitching into a coy smile as she bit back a laugh. “kat, love, you’re truly asking my opinion on this?” she said, a teasing tone behind her words.
“no. never bad. you know this, i know this, everyone who sees you is gonna know it too.”
/ this is absolutely amazing!
I like the theme as well! :)
it was a swing and a miss. they had been at it for at least an hour now. two killers in their own right, both vying for total dominance of the other. neither would give up so easily, and that’s what made alex want to keep going. he didn’t just want her to perish by his own hands, he needed her death to sink into him. to consume him; body and soul.
yet he was growing tired. after pushing and pushing, with no regulations on his might, he was overdoing himself. he had gotten a good hit or two, yes, but the girl was fast in overpowering him. he had sustained a deep slice to his shoulder, another to his thigh. with every single punch he landed, another two swipes he received. it was when he tasted his own blood that he could begin to sense that he was in danger.
@slicendicisms ; at first, there was nothing but silence. not even a groan of agony had slipped out of him. he was not brought up that way. he was born and bred to endure, endure, endure. he wasn’t sure when, but at some point, the girl had managed to knock off his mask. discarded among the bramble of the woods, the hockey mask gave away to a face of stern anger and pain. directed not at reece, but at figures not present in their fight. her laughter shifted something in his brain. a switch he had no control over. his hold on the handle of the axe tightened with his teeth, grinding against the others, as he spoke his first words to her, “leave.”
@VOORH33S chest heaving, her breath leaving her lungs faster than she would’ve liked, the girl stood wobbly. a wide grin spread across her face. to anyone else, she looked absolutely insane. she could taste blood, unsure if it was his or hers - maybe hers, her side felt worse than it did before - and the stinging in her arms and leg confirmed he’d gotten a few good hits in as well. but she knew that he didn’t see her at the surface level, as the pretty girl she had forced herself to become. he was just like her, drawn to the same motivations she’d always had. but she refused to let him win. “what’s the matter, pretty boy? did i hit you too hard? cut a little too deep?” it was cocky of her, reece was aware, but she needed to throw him off. something to give her the upper hand. gripping her knife tightly, she held it, a low laugh escaping as she saw the familiar crimson shade slowly dripping down the blade.
/ AHSHSJBAVSVBENZMMSMXJJXHXHJSMWNSJSNMANDHDJMWJJWKNSKKem I love you
/ cb & specify dms or mb - i need more friends and to be active more
/ cb & specify, i’ll be more active <3
/ cb & specify for a one liner
REECE where have you been loca !
/ cb & specify, i’d really appreciate some soft or even angsty shit considering taylor swift has me hostage
/cb while i return from the dead :)
