i always love the way he looks down at her that way

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SCENES FROM A STORY I’LL NEVER WRITE | #1  

“I love him, Klaus. I try to forget the way he looks at me, the way he smells…the way his hands feel wrapped around my waist.” The words serve as cues that conjure up every moment she’d spent beside the original vampire. The images that used to produce a loving smile across her lips now caused tears to stream down her face. Camille hated Elijah for leaving. She hated that the pure and fragile love they’d had for each other had been his demise. “I try to run away from his memory, but it always catches up to me.” Licking her lips slowly, she looked over at the empty bottle of whiskey that lying on the floor. The stream of liquid that had seeped into the cracks of floorboard triggered a hoarse laugh. “Elijah’s everywhere. He’s in those stupid silk sheets I bought after he made fun of me for having the same ones since I was a kid. He’s all over me!” The shift in Cami’s tone took the hybrid by surprise. He could see it in her eyes, how hard she was trying to replace the love that consumed her with hate. “He left his mark on every inch of my skin and I don’t know how to get it off! I want to forget! I want to forget all of it! Please…I need you to help me forget him.”

Always

It’s been a week. A week since we talked. Malia has been staying at her dad’s house since the breakup. Tonight was the night we were gonna get Lydia out of Eichen. And we did, we got her out. Scott and Stiles took Lydia to the animal clinic, so Deaton could help her out. I thought I’d come with, but I’ve never regretted anything so much in my whole human life. I could hear the worry in his voice when her heartbeat stopped, the frantic look in his eyes. Here I am, in the waiting room, seeing something I wish I’d never seen. Does he like her that way? Does she like him back? Are they in love? I can see the way he looks after her, how he protects her, the way she smiles at him. I have no idea what’s going on around me, I’m totally zoned out. Until a tear runs down my cheeck, and I can’t control it anymore. Before I know it, both Scott and Stiles are looking at me. They look worried, but I just run. Far away, I hate feeling like this. I’m not helpless, I’m strong. But then why the hell am I crying? For some reason I end up at Stiles’ place. It feels familiar, this has been my home for months. Almost a year actually. It still is my home, I’ve never felt so close to people and accepted by a family like this. Even if we’re not getting back together, the Stilinski’s will always be my family. It’ll always feel like home. A few hours went by before I get blinded by headlights. Roscoe. Stiles gets out and before he can say anything, I get up and fly into his arms. He holds me tight, as I start sobbing into his plaid shirt. He takes my face into his hands and gently wipes away my tears. I feel embarrassed and let my head down, but he tilts my chin up to look him right in the eyes. “We need to talk, don’t we?” We do, we really need to talk. We go inside and sit down on his bed, as he takes some blankets to warm us up. He takes my hands in his and the familiar feeling makes my cheeks blush. One of my tears falls on our intertwined hands. He immediately reaches over to wipe it away. “Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong? Malia?”
I swallow, trying to keep the tears in.
“You like her? You like Lydia?” More tears fall down my cheek, I can’t control them anymore. I just let them flow.
“Malia… I like Lydia, but not the way I like you. Not the way I love you.”
My hearts stops for a second, processing everything Stiles just said.
“You, you love me?” I stutter, the words leaving my mouth without actually thinking them through.
“I do, I know things have been weird lately and we haven’t really talked. But I wanted to, I really did. I lost my mind when Scott told me you got shot, because you went after the Desert Wolf. She’s still on my board, Malia. Because I care, I’ll never stop caring. Things just got so messed up. I know you wouldn’t judge me for what happened with Donovan, which is probably why I pushed you away the most. Because you accept it, not me killing Donovan. But just me, as who I am. As Stiles.”
“I missed you.” The only thing I can get out before I basically fall into his arms. And we share the warmth we shared hundreds of times before.
“I love you too.” I whisper in his shirt as I hold onto him tighter. I loosen my grip, as I look into his eyes. His beautiful hazel eyes, gold when the sunlights hits them in the morning. Before I know it, our lips collide. Longing each other’s touch. The kiss is slow, filled with every emotion I’ve felt since he left the car. His hand comes up to caress my arm, going down to my lower back. My hand goes to the back of his neck, wanting to feel him even closer to me. Just thinking that I never wanna be apart again. We talk for hours after that, we fill each other in on what happened the past week. After that, we lay down on his bed. My eyes almost fall shut. Stiles notices and puts a blanket over me, he’s about to leave the room when I call him.
“You’re coming back right?”
His chuckles and steps towards me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d never leave you behind.”

happy birthday @foxerica! i love you more than words can say. here’s a little jackson/kira thief au bc reasons. hope you enjoy it!

The warm, summer air kisses their skin as they make their way through the desert in the old, rust red convertible. Kira unbuckles her seatbelt and slides over to tuck herself under Jackson’s arm. Although it’s well past midnight, she feels wide awake, counting down the days until they make it to Beacon Hills, a small, sleepy town in Northern California – not normally their kind of place, but some of the friends they’ve made along the way have settled there.

Kira looks up at Jackson, lifting her hand run her fingertips over the dotting of freckles on his neck. She has always thought that they were adorable, making it a point to kiss them when he calls her ridiculous and rolls his eyes at her. She particularly admires the freckles on his lips, so light that you can’t see them from more than a few inches away.

“You’re staring,” he says, not even removing his eyes from the road, but he squeezes her hip where his hand has settled. “We’re almost to Phoenix. From there it’s only a day’s drive. Less if you helped.” He takes his eyes off the road for the smallest of moments, just enough to catch Kira’s dark eyes, alight with mischief.

“What are you thinking, Trixie?” he asks, using the name she introduced herself to him as. She couldn’t use her real name. Getting caught on a b & e wasn’t exactly cause to share her name with some guy she didn’t know, who could have been a cop for all she knew. So she used Trixie because her talent was with electricity and it was funny to her. Her own inside joke – with only herself, as life on the run didn’t quite give time to make friends, but she kept running into him.

In fact, she ran into him so often that they started doing jobs together. Kira didn’t want to. She gritted her teeth and told him that she was just fine on her own. She ignored him and called him an idiot and even called the cops on him once. He has always said that he charmed his way out of it and would never wavered on that statement, but Kira has always been curious as to exactly what he said. There’s no doubt that Jackson Whittemore is a charmer when he needs to be, but he’s a royal jackass most of the time. Kira doesn’t know why she loves him.

Okay, that was a lie.

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Donne Meditations

I’ve never been good at writing love poems.
But I certainly try for you.
I know this is not what you expected me to say so please
if my words come out all mangled and wrong forgive me.
Because being around you somehow always manages to twist my thoughts into some surrealist Semblance of what they used to be.
So that’s why I chose to write them down
because I know that when I say them I will get it all half assed backwards but here on this sheet of paper
the lines and margins normally manage to untangle them all.
As I’m sitting here thinking about you, I wonder if this is what Donne felt like when he looked upon his lover
and claimed he saw the whole world with her.
While this is a romantic notion I do feel as if I can relate in some way. Not in the way that you are all of my world,
because that is illogical and impossible for cars still drive by everyday,
babies are born and people die everyday,
and the sun rises and the sun sets everyday.
For you have no control over any of these feats; showing that in the end you are not the whole world.
But for a moment, when the bustle of the outside
is silenced by the window sitting firmly in the pane,
and the hustle is halted outside the door shut tightly in it frame,
for those moments you are my world. I lay keeping time by the number of your heartbeats pounding beneath my ear,
and I match my own breathes to your exhales that I feel on the nape of my neck,
and while I don’t know if I will wake up tomorrow and everything will have changed,
I know for this one moment that I have fallen deeply into a love like no other.
And for this moment I am content
to lie beside you and transcribe an entire piece
based on a love that you may not return.
For that’s where I differ with Donne, while he describes his lover as being the whole world,
you are just a mere moment,
so that is why I am writing it down today,
for if tomorrow changes it all,
I can always remember those moments when you were MY world.
I write this now because one day you may forget my face,
Forget the color of my eyes,
Forget the feel of my fingertips tracing hearts into the palm of your calloused hand,
And this would be the only moment I get to keep with you.
The world robbing us of our lifetime.
So I write this today:
creating our own eternity.
For while poetry can narrow an entire lifetime down to one single moment,
it also can make one single moment feel like a lifetime.

Love the Way You Lie: A Novel
Skye Warren
Genre: Suspense
Price: $0.99
Publish Date: March 9, 2015

“I’ve always been a fan of Skye Warren ever since I read Wanderlust. Her writing is flawless and tales captivating. Love The Way You Lie is no exception. 5 Stars.” ~ Pepper Winters, New York Times bestselling author of Tears of Tess A dark romance about the lies that lead us down… I’ll do anything to get safe, even if that means working at the scariest club in town. I’ll do anything to stay hidden, even if it means taking off my clothes for strangers. I’ll do anything to be free. Except give him up. When he looks at me, I forget why I can’t have him. He’s beautiful and scarred. His body fits mine, filling the places where I’m hollow, rough where I am soft. He’s the one man who wants to help, but he has his own agenda. He has questions I can’t answer. What are you afraid of? You. **************** LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE is a full-length dark romance novel that does stand alone. Fair warning: contains scorching scenes in the VIP room. Books in the Stripped series ½. Tough Love (prequel) 1. Love the Way You Lie 2. Better When It Hurts 3. Even Better 4. Pretty When You Cry Praise for Love the Way You Lie: “I LOVED it! Instantly compelling and thrillingly unpredictable, Honor and Kip’s story delivers a jagged, layered and enthralling adventure that weaves darkness and light with precision and purpose.” - the lusty literate “Wow! I found Love the Way You Lie to be a dark, edgy and suspenseful romance. It’s also addictive, sexy and downright dirty (in the best possible way)!” - Tina, A Reader’s Review Blog “Love The Way You Lie was heartwarming, exhilarating and tantalizing with just the right tinge of darkness.” - Warhawke’s Vault

Love the Way You Lie: A Novel
Skye Warren
Genre: Suspense
Price: $0.99
Publish Date: March 9, 2015

“I’ve always been a fan of Skye Warren ever since I read Wanderlust. Her writing is flawless and tales captivating. Love The Way You Lie is no exception. 5 Stars.” ~ Pepper Winters, New York Times bestselling author of Tears of Tess A dark romance about the lies that lead us down… I’ll do anything to get safe, even if that means working at the scariest club in town. I’ll do anything to stay hidden, even if it means taking off my clothes for strangers. I’ll do anything to be free. Except give him up. When he looks at me, I forget why I can’t have him. He’s beautiful and scarred. His body fits mine, filling the places where I’m hollow, rough where I am soft. He’s the one man who wants to help, but he has his own agenda. He has questions I can’t answer. What are you afraid of? You. **************** LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE is a full-length dark romance novel that does stand alone. Fair warning: contains scorching scenes in the VIP room. Books in the Stripped series ½. Tough Love (prequel) 1. Love the Way You Lie 2. Better When It Hurts 3. Even Better 4. Pretty When You Cry Praise for Love the Way You Lie: “I LOVED it! Instantly compelling and thrillingly unpredictable, Honor and Kip’s story delivers a jagged, layered and enthralling adventure that weaves darkness and light with precision and purpose.” - the lusty literate “Wow! I found Love the Way You Lie to be a dark, edgy and suspenseful romance. It’s also addictive, sexy and downright dirty (in the best possible way)!” - Tina, A Reader’s Review Blog “Love The Way You Lie was heartwarming, exhilarating and tantalizing with just the right tinge of darkness.” - Warhawke’s Vault