a hundred random starters || no longer accepting || @blkwiidow

     “I take it, you’re fresh off of a bad experience.” He couldn’t help but chime in with his own view of the situation after hearing the words that came from the unknown woman seated at the bar in the Blue Parrot. “If you want my opinion, that might be because you’re hanging out with the wrong people.“

a hundred random starters || no longer accepting || @brokenragdoll

     “Maybe it’s just not their time. Maybe they still had to serve a bigger purpose.” He suggested, leaning against the wall and looking down at the junkie as she sat down on the bed in the otherwise empty hotel room — clearly devastated by her most recently failed assassination attempt. “Besides, they taste like shit when they’re dead.“

a hundred random starters || accepting ||

      She found out. It was an immediate panic that overtook the dark-haired man once the sentence fully left her mouth. But how? He was so sure that the Countess never even so much as batted an eyelash in Iris’ direction; he would’ve bet everything on that fact, so how was it that he was being proved wrong? No matter how hard he could’ve tried, he couldn’t bring himself to wrap his head around it. Before, Iris didn’t exist in the eyes of Elizabeth, but now everything was changing; he could feel his heart pounding heavily in his chest — he could feel death breathing down his neck. And although he tried his best to conceal the state of panic that he was in, there was no way of removing the clear expression of concern in his baby blue eyes. “C- consequences?” He repeated in a questioning tone, trying to force out a smile, but to no avail. “What do you mean?“

a hundred random starters || accepting || @butscrewmefirst

     Cruel, but it brought a smile to his face. If you were to ask him, they deserved nothing more than to scream until they turned blue in the face; crying and begging for mercy in the face of an inevitable death. It was yet another successful date night completed with some good old-fashioned hate watching; one of the couple’s favorite hobbies. Overjoyed at the way that she seemed to be recalling the events that they had just witnessed, Donovan’s lips curled at the edge of his mouth, giving a perfect display of how ecstatic he was. “Music to your ears, I bet. What was this, the third person that Ramona ate? We should make her our hate watch champion, you know? I think she should be properly rewarded for the entertainment.” He didn’t even need to elaborate any more, you could already tell by the tone in which he spoke that the reward he had in mind wasn’t going to be something good.

a hundred random starters || accepting || @butscrewmefirst

     “I’m sorry.” The words came from him in almost like a whisper. It was almost like a reflex. Apologizing was always Donovan’s first instinct when it came to Elizabeth, whether or not he truly was in the wrong. When he was sided against her, he was always in the wrong no matter what and he knew better than to think otherwise. Although his head dropped lower, his baby blue eyes remained pointed upward, aimed at nothing else but his platinum blonde haired lover. The dominance that she held over him was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even think to do much of anything else. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten the reason why he was apologizing in the first place. All that matters to him was that she was no longer upset.

wclfgirl:

Wanted to see it? The clear confusion written across her face should have been enough to answer his question. There was a pregnant pause, trying to consider it and finding herself coming up blank. “ I wouldn’t say never. ” She ultimately conceded with some thought. Had there ever been a moment in time where she would have preferred to feel that so-called feeling rather than the polar opposite? Yes, of course there was once a time, somewhere buried under her cynicism and skepticism, where she wanted what many others did. Love and acceptance wrapped up in that perfect person that would be her other half. Someone who accepted her, flaws and all. But time and life lessons had all but stomped that out of her, starting with foster parents that didn’t care about her to failed relationships where using each other was the only way of showing affection, making it feel like it was all a horrible sham. “ I just think that it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. I don’t think you’ll see stars and hearts or that the rest of the world just disappears once that other person steps into the room. I think it’s a battlefield, if anything. It’s not a bloody fight, but it’s work and it’s not easy. From what I can tell, most people who think they’re in love or love someone are only seeing what they want. If they opened their eyes and looked a little deeper, they might not love all that the other person is. I just don’t see how that can be ignored, you know? How that would even work. But you’re right, I can’t say that I’ve never wanted to see it. Just don’t know if that will ever be in the cards for someone like me. ”

     “Maybe. Maybe you’re right.” By the expression on his face, and by the way that he shrugged his shoulders, he seemed to be legitimately considering her words. Maybe he was completely in the wrong; maybe all of his presumptions were just that — nothing more than wishful thinking with nothing of substance to support itself on. It wasn’t a far stretch; things like that happened all the time, but Donovan seemed to be pretty stern on not allowing himself to give up easily — especially not when it came to something like this. “Then again, maybe not.” He continued, putting to bed all of his doubts ( and all of hers, if he was lucky ) “You could be totally wrong and meet someone who shows you that love is actually everything that is made to be, but then you could also be right and find out that it isn’t worth any of your time. But those are only assumptions, you see? You don’t know for sure; I don’t know for sure. Has anyone ever told you that you can’t knock something until you actually try it?“

iintravenovs:

     “I know they’re not expensive or anything…” Nor were they real, but that was beside the point. The point was that they were still special. “Tell me getting a dozen flowers doesn’t make you feel great.“

withanarmy:

          “and now your son marches down the neck with a northern host at his back.”
          “Robb is only a boy.”
          “a boy WITH AN ARMY.”

     “Are you kidding me?” Most likely not and despite that being the one thing that he was afraid of, he knew it to be true. Still, he couldn’t really understand the problem. He was no fashion expert — not professionally, of course, but Donovan liked to think that he knew a thing or two about certain things. I mean, he didn’t have a tendency to always be fashionably dressed — wearing the latest trends and the most expensive names currently on the market. Hell, the hotel was owned by Will Drake, for crying out loud. He was the one who put this whole fashion show together, picked out all of the outfit and everything else that was required in terms of preparation — why was she refusing? “It’s from the newest line. I don’t understand what the problem is.“