without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

...here.

 charmsuits!
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❛  Of course.  ❜  He is no quicker to accept than he is to notice the tension that plagues her. It hadn’t been easy since the disappearance of Joyce Wheeler’s boy, not for the woman every pair of eyes would be looking to in a situation like this.  ❛  Evie won’t like it, but it will be my pleasure.  ❜  A smirk appears on his lips then, offering something to lighten the air around them, and approaches her by resting his hands on her shoulders.  ❛  I want to know if I can get you anything. You’ve barely slept in days, Regina. You need to rest some.  ❜  

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his words cause a gentle smile to grow upon otherwise stoic features. she allows some of the tension to fall from her shoulders and the rest soon dissipated when she noticed his sudden proximity. the woman was exhausted, anyone could tell. there were dark circles just beginning to form underneath her eyes, her temper was shorter than usual. long days of phone calls and yelling led to longer nights of lying awake, thoughts running rampant through her mind. she closes her eyes for a moment, sucks in a deep breath before she finally speaks.   ‘   i can sleep when i’m dead - or when will byers gets home safely. whichever one comes first.   ’

‘   in the meantime … i could really use some coffee.   ’

(Source: fairsts-a)

THEME BY FAIRSTS