[ ✕ ; ALY ]

arm wretched out of the others grasp,
blue eyes filled with anger.

                                          “ you fucking D A R E Murphy? “

the female kept her voice low, but her lips
were pulled into a snarl.
“ Whenever there’s a WOMAN involved,
you’re allowed to flash a smile, buy her drinks, pay
her complements. But when I try and do something like
this, you call me a slut?! “

Fists tightening, eyes dropping to the floor.

“ And yeah, maybe there is more. Maybe I’m fed up.
Maybe I’m fed up with the fact that whenever I leave for
two goddamn minutes, you’re already gawping
at another woman..and then I come back, 
and you look like you swallowed sour grapes..
Do you realize how that makes me feel?
It makes me feel ugly, and unneeded, and 

 U N W A N T E D. “

             Eyes rolling, a scoff passing lips and his fingers burrowed into jean
             pockets. ❝ If you were ❛ unwanted and unneeded ❜ you wouldn’t be alive.
             Stop being a fucking  d r a m a  q u e e n . ❞ A cold hiss within which his
             affection for her was invisible. Behavioural patterns dictated that
             anything sweet which dripped from his tongue would sign a death
             certificate. Aly was the only exception. ( Expectations for him to admit
              this were ultimately implausible though ).

             Snaking an arm around her waist, pulled close once more, painting the
             picture of a happy couple. ❝ I’m not going to treat you like the women
             who end up COLD and lifeless. And you can detest that all you like. ❞ A
             low growl, breath fanning across her cheek as he leaned in to speak.

          ❝ Be reasonable, Alycat, ❞ anger dissipating from his voice, hints of
            affection infiltrating the tone. ❝ You know how I feel about you. ❞ Never
            mind that he had considerable difficulty spitting out the three words to
            summarize that that feeling.

nxkwelen:

[ TEXT ; asshole ] murph???

[ TEXT ; asshole ] whats going on?

[ ✕ ; SMS ; Alycat ] the police are outside

[ ✕ ; SMS ; Alycat ] i really fucked up

├   nxkwelen​​  ┤

[ ✕ ; SMS ; Alycat ] i fucked up

[ ✕ ; SMS ; Alycat ] i fucked up real bad aly

├  nxkwelen​  ┤

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Humming softly, more a purr than anything, the press
of the blade strangely P L E A S I N G. Snaking an
arm around waist, thumb brushing her hip bone,
tangling their legs together. He didn’t moved enough
to jostle the knife though.

Smirk playful on his lips, he pulled her FLUSH
against him, craning his neck to brush her lips with
his. ❝ I got breakfast. These people have
n o t h i n g  in their fucking pantry and there was
a bakery ‘round the corner. ❞ Murphy wasn’t much
of a ❛ good morning ❜ person. At least not verbally.
But he mumbled the promise of food against the skin 
of her jaw, then her neck, trailing gentle kisses
downward until the BITE of the knife stopped him. 

sarcasiisms:

✉

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{ - sarcasiisms - }

Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

{ TEXT - asshole<3 } ; MURPHY PICK UP

{ TEXT - asshole<3 } ; please

{ TEXT - asshole<3 } ; i saw that guy the one that monty wanted us to get

{ TEXT - asshole<3 } ; so i went after him

{ TEXT - asshole<3 } ; murphy help me

{ TEXT - asshole<3 } ; i think he’s got a gun

{ UNSENT TEXT - asshole<3 } ; i love y

sarcasiisms:

❀ //idk man he probably threw it at her face its murphy

nxkwelen-deactivated20150811:

{ - sarcasiisms - }

send “❀” for my muse’s reaction to your muse giving mine a flower.

it was quiet,
blistering heat, but quiet.
it was one of the few days
they just were.
their backs to each other,
the metal fence separating them.
some times they talked, not today.
they just sat. 

blue eyes closed, a sigh leaving her lips.
she heard the shuffle, then saw the stark of yellow against the dry grass.
a single wilted dandelion. 
She picked it up, looking down at the small weed,
before he eyes drifted over to the 
males retreating figure, 
a smile on her lips.

├   nxkwelen​   ┤

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Teeth bared, blood burned beneath his skin. Jealousy
was an  UGLY  colour on him. ❝ Like  H E L L  you’re gonna
❛ find another bed ❜, ❞ he snarled, [ leaning over, chest
against chest ], so o n l y she could hear him.  ❝ We can
 K I L L  him without you prancing around like a fucking slut.
Promising to spread your legs hasn’t bee necessary
before. ❞ Fingers lock around her wrist, dragging the nail
of his forefinger down the vein on the inside of her arm.
❝ Or is this   M O R E   than you’re saying it is? Don’t 
fucking  L I E  to me, Aly. ❞

mxschixf:

                           { I   have   s ℮ ℮ η   too   м υ ¢ н }

                                  { к i ℓ ℓ ℮ ∂   too   м a n y }

                           { To   be   s ¢ α я ℮ ⅾ  by   ƴ o υ }

nxkwelen:

              you better RUN, better RUN, outrun my g u n

 the 100 modern aesthetics; serial killer couple of the year; Aly and Murphy 

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❛ brush ❜

├   Send  me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.    ┤

             →   nxkwelen​   ||   A C C E P T I N G

Scalp tingling, he tips his head back slightly. The
sensation of her fingers combing through the bloodied
strands pulls his lips into a LAZY smile. Eyelids droooping,
he sprawls out along the white leather couch, head in her lap.
Hair brushed back out of his face, the gentle tug as her fingers
encountered matted BLOOD and knots  —————it made
him drowsy. Contentment burned the inside of his ribs.

Liquid  c r i m s o n  surrounds them. Together they
redecorated living rooms across the state, splattering the
walls and furniture and floorboards with the lives of the homes
precious occupants. It really was a work of ART, but the
darkness behind his lids shut out the view.

Opening his eyes, staring up at the RED  staining her cheeks,
lips, forehead. Romantic, S W E E T, weren’t how he’d gone
through life. But if he could call one person ❛beautiful ❜ , it
would have been her right then. Their latest slaughtering
splashed across her face, [ her hair fiery, and eyes violent and
INTENSE, that smile so dangerous and intoxicating ].

Stretching one hand up to her cheek, fist clenched and knuckles
grazing her skin. Red SMEARS across the backs of his fingers.
Uncurling his fist, fingers splaying out and he holds her face.
P e r f e c t i o n  had never filtered into his existence before
he met her.

❝ We did good. YOU did good. ❞ Eyes slip closed again, hand
falls onto his chest and a smile creeps onto his lips.
C O N T E N T M E N T .