truthblind:

_{^{❛                   do you think me & you need to talk about what happened at kieran’s birthday bash or should we just let it die because i’m in favor of going with the latter option.  ❜}}   

_{^{teeth nervously chew on lower lip,  fingertips awkwardly drumming upon own thigh as he speaks.  the residue of the events that had occurred the previous evening linger in the air.  the fine threshold of platonic had unfortunately been crossed all due to some poisoned shots.  he probably cares far more than she does.  her mind tended to be elsewhere as of late      far away from where his resided. they used to be in sync perfectly.  things had changed as did people but it is something he does not want to admit out loud.  bicurious & the virgin were still intact.  perhaps a bit frayed,  but still whole.  for now.     //   @noaccomplice  ♥’d}}

_❛ NO —— _{we shouldn’t talk about it, because there’s nothing to talk about. ❛}

_{it’s as simple as that as far as she is concerned}   ;   _{never before without the influence of} spiked tequila   &   gut-wrenching hallucinations _{had her mind ventured to the possibilities of what it would be like to kiss noah foster. despite the AWKWARD AFTERMATH, it didn’t phase her, not nearly as much as it seemed to phase her questioning partner in crime, not when she had other things to focus on. ❛ it was the drugs, noah – ❛ thoughts come to a pause as brows furrow – the girl that once knew her best friend’s every move hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention. she had been too pre-occupied with her own thoughts, own growing obsession.  ❛ —}   ANYWAY,   _{why are you asking me about it ? ❛}

deservedalife:

                                        ^{if this were real, if she were a ghost or some other form of herself, there would be so many things to say. but she wasn’t. this was a mere fragment of the imagination. audrey’s imagination. and so the words that are said are the words that really need to be said. “relax.” her voice echo’s and fades. “don’t be scared.” a double entendre. did she mean don’t be scared of her? or stop being scared? take a deep breath. collect herself. she was shaken. paranoid. with good reason. but the only way to fight karma was for audrey to pull herself together.  // &. @noaccomplice}

_{‘ rachael — ‘ the name is hardly a whisper on her lips, voice cracks} & _{she’s not even sure if it’s audible, but it doesn’t matter ; it’s all in her head. she knows in the burn of her stomach that it wasn’t real – just a hallucination, she reminds herself as her blood pounds through her ears and the familiar voice urges her to relax. it was so real, hard to focus on anything but the familiar sight, one that always made her feel calm} & _{comfortable in her own raging skin ; one that shouldn’t be dead. her stomach twisted with the burn of guilt and alcohol and she forced herself to focus. ’} I’M SORRY—- _{’ the apology is muttered anyway ; her sub-conscious needs the validation, the acknowledgement. ’ this shouldn’t have happened —} I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED IT.

eyes are heavy, glare dark   _{;   hand gripping the corner of her locker door too-tightly. her gaze is trained on the likes of gustavo acosta ; someone who only she seems to be concerned about. skin crawls and air rises in her throat when she catches him staring back and she slams her locker door shut only to see the sight of her ever-lingering partner in crime. ‘} JESUS, NOAH ! _{’ surprise lifts her tone and she has to inhale sharply, return her breathing to a somewhat normal rate and when she peers back over noah’s shoulder again – the suspect in question is gone. how convenient. attention is forced to refocus on the sight of her best friend before her. ’} — WAIT_{, what are you doing here?    i thought you and zoe were supposed to be hitting things off. ’      //   @truthblind ♥’d}!

omnesvoces:

      Brows furrow, concern painted upon her features. There’s SOMETHING off with her friend – something she can’t quite put her finger on ( how could she – she can’t read minds ). “Are you sure ??” she asks, tone gentle, “Look – if there’s something you don’t want to tell me because of —” she trails off. The rest is implied. Her time away. Her breakdown. Despite what’s happened, Emma Duval is not made of porcelain. She is not some FRAGILE thing. She’s scarred & marked by all that’s happened, but she’s still standing. She can handle whatever Audrey is hiding from her. This is what friends do – they’re THERE for each other. “Look – all I want to say is that I’m here. THAT’S ALL.” 

_{‘ hey, emma – it has nothing to do with that, okay? ‘ her tone is gentle, reassuring, quick to interject and focus the subject of the conversation back on the blonde in front of her. it came easy, naturally. most importantly, her words are believable  ;  the way her eyes seek out direct contact, the way her eyebrows raise gently. almost hard to believe there were still secrets locked beneath her ribcage that she refused to let breathe the light of day.  ‘ it’s just work and noah are both equally stressing me out lately – ’ it’s why i’ve been kind of an asshole lately – but even that doesn’t fully explain it. ’ but look, it doesn’t matter – it’s nothing major. I PROMISE. ‘} 

creepyson:

@noaccomplice

_{they   were   in   the   library.   the   entire   class   was   there,   working   on   whatever   it   is   they   had   in   other    classes   considering   ms.   lang   was   absent.   gustavo,   however,   had   his   ipad   out.   and   he   made   sure   to   sit   in   the   back   so   no   one   would   see   his   drawings.   not   everyone   appreciated   his   work   and   the   MORBID   sense   of   it.   but   his   attention   quickly   diverted   when   he   noticed   audrey  sitting   across   from   him.   he   stares   for   a   brief   moment,   then   speaks   with   his   ipad   tilted   toward   his   chest.        ❛      you   know  …….   you’re   ranked   number   two.    ❜}     

  she fidgets in her seat  _{;  clicks the top of her pen absently a few times until she gathers the attention of studious classmates all too (   irritated   ) with the sound. audrey, on the other hand, was growing gradually uncomfortable with the significant lack of noise – and she shifts her position again. sure, some said silence was blissful, but audrey was pretty damn sure it was just going to drive her completely insane before the hour period was up. she looked for something – anything – to distract herself with and her eyes finally fell on the boy seated across from her. STAVO, noah’s apparent new friend, if dismissed phone calls were anything to go by. her glaring must have been more than just in her head, and she was momentarily taken aback by the sudden question directed towards her. ’} number two? _{‘ silence is broken by a skeptical tone coupled with a heavy raise of her eyebrows, and a scoff is made under her breath as she straightens her shoulders.  ‘ – come to think of it, brooke mentioned something about a creeper rating system – how am i not surprised?  ‘}

asphotel:

_{^{what  she’d  become:   a  scavenger  of  warmth,    desperation  at  the  tip  of  a  tongue.   for answers.   to understand.       ❛   did you ever suspect it ?   ❜      a  golden  flare  takes  to  hues,    intent  study  of  the  girl   sat  just  before  her.   petite fingers pick at chipped polish.      ❛   –––––––   piper,   i mean.   ❜}}      

_{^{&. * ‘   @noaccomplice    ♡  ‘ d.}}

  _{‘ oh, you mean the creepy podcaster who had way too much interest in emma and an insane web following? ’ her tone is a dry joke, as blunt and as sharp as they come.   the crook in her lips gives way to a half-smirk, hopes to lighten the mood despite the seriousness of the topic. ‘} no, not really _{– i don’t think anyone did. ‘ there’s a beat of silence that follows as she goes quiet, curls hands tightly in her lap as knuckles strain white. ’ why? no offense, but that’s an — interesting conversation topic to go with. ’}  

_{panic manifests itself heavy and dark in the depth of her chest, registers breathing heavy  &  useless, palms sweating on the grip of her steering wheel as her weight on the gas pedal tests the speed limit. it’s a miracle she didn’t somehow manage to crash en route home, or maybe the events of the night have finally just made her too damn numb to realize it —}   &   _{even that would be a welcome reprieve. by the time the engine is killed in the supposed safety of her driveway, her head is hung by the steering wheel and breath is still so heavy that she’s dizzy with it – she’s only alerted by the sound of her phone ringing. with breath still heavy and uneven, she half expects to black out before her hand can reach for her phone, but emotions surge forward when she swipes right to answer the call} & _{she was faced with a whole new challenge ; keeping her tone even. ’ okay noah, seriously –} this isn’t a good time! _{’         ;       @truthblind.}

omnesvoces:

@noaccomplice liked for a starter from emma

    Pianist’s fingers clutch her thermos tightly, careful not to spill the hot coffee inside ( what a wreck that would be ). She spots a friendly face in the sea of her peers & scurries towards her ( she doesn’t have it in her to face this jungle all by herself – the stares are too much, even after treatment ). Gently, she taps the girl on the shoulder with her free hand, stepping back when the other reacts – startled. “Hey – are you okay ?? You seem — jumpy.” 

skin crawls when its touched _{and she recoils away from the familiar warmth of emma’s hand  ,  doesn’t even think about how bad it looks until emma’s reaction settles between them. the air is heavy, desperate for an explanation, and the brunette clears her throat and tries to lighten the mood. ‘ – what? no, i’m fine – I’M NOT JUMPY – ’ voice trails off into a distant mutter}  &  _{there’s a defensive tone to her voice, and she forces herself to relax the tension in her arms so she doesn’t look like a complete and utter basket case in front of the other girl. ‘ — just had a long night at work. you know,  the usual. ’ NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY  ;  the last bit is implied.}

_{’ LOOK, ’ words are started with the hint of a groan that just barely passes its way through dry lips  ;  hands tight at her sides as she looks up through messy bangs at the sight of the girl before her. ‘ if you’re here to tell me that what happened with emma earlier wasn’t cool, can we maybe - just -} skip that part_{?  ’ she’d apologize to emma later, slowly realized that it was kind of an asshole move on her part – but right now aggitation is still clear in her posture. a warning sign  ;  a ticking time bomb. hard to foucs on much else when all she can think about is jake fitzgerald’s intestines outside of his body.         ;       @victimed}

it was a miracle   _{how she managed to evade noah foster’s best efforts, but she couldn’t manage to lie her way out of brooke’s idea of girl time.    ( wasn’t this more of a BROOKE AND EMMA thing than a her and brooke thing? )     tension} & _{discomfort mark the crease in her brows and the raise in her shoulders as she sits on the edge of the blonde’s bed, checking her phone periodically every couple of minutes. distracted was a severe understatement   ;   TRAPPED was more like it, as though if she starts thinking about the notes pinned to flesh and the overwhelming stench in that shrouded locker she might not be able to breathe. it’s easy to let brooke take the lead on this whole socializing thing, lets the girl talk while she only half-listens, but it’s one word that demands her attention and pulls her back into a harsh, brutal reality ;} steals the breath from her throat.  _{it’s painful, raw, twists something heavy in her gut as she looks up sharply. ‘ wait   —   did you say something about jake? ‘       ;       @abandonedher}