paramild.

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     he’s not particularly startled when she pulls the gun on him;
     twenty-four years of never feeling the effect of a lodged
     bullet does that. something pulls inside him, though, some
     kind of new survival instinct that had never surfaced until
     a few hours ago. at least she can’t hurt him, not really. not
     like this. his worries will only be prominent when her health
     legitimately begins to deteriorate.

     pet is unflinching - the corner of his mouth even perks up a little. 
                              “you’re familiar with a witch named bree. she
                               said you two have something of a history 
                               together. well, uh –– “

     the words catch in his throat, but he swallows them bitterly.
                               “i got myself into trouble a few months ago
                                and she decided that ample punishment
                                would be to tie my immortal life to yours,
                                a, um…mortal one. so i thought it’d
                                make sense to introduce myself.
               my name is perpetiel ––– pet, and you can drop the
               gun now.”

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      she’s hesitant to accept his presence as one that’s of no risk to her, though with the mention of BREE, she becomes noticeably calmer, even as she holds her defense. brows furrow as his explanation unfolds, and as he prompts her, she lowers her weapon. 

          ❛ fine. come inside. ❜    —– inviting somebody into her apartment is the LAST thing she wants to do, but it wasn’t like she was about to have a conversation about these kinds of things in the middle of the hallway

        she walks back in herself, tucking the small gun back into the hem of her jeans – JUST IN CASE.     ❛ fucking bree, ❜   she mutters as her forefinger rubs against her forehead in her distress.     she pauses, then turns to look back at him.      ❛ the only reason i’m letting you anywhere near me is because you won’t hurt me. — i mean, you won’t, right? you don’t wanna die, right? ————- BOY OH BOY, did bree pick the RIGHT person to tie you to, if she was aimin’ to make your life difficult. ❜

 
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BELLA SWAN

independent and selective canon divergent twilight/tvd roleplay blog for isabella swan.
mutually exclusive, multi-verse and ship. oc, crossover, and au friendly.

❛ she defies us all. ❜

written by sam.
twenty - est.
est 07/2013, revamped 11/2015. triggers will be tagged. please read rules before interacting.

❛ life is hard. ❜

draft count: 8.
message count: 0.
starter count: 0.
plotting: open.
queued: infinite.

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