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‍ β € ⠀⁣ ⠀⁣ she’s ⠀⁣ a ⠀⁣ devil ⠀⁣ in β €disguise,⁣ ⠀⁣ the ⠀⁣ ⠀⁣ ⠀⁣ β €prom ⠀⁣ queen ⠀⁣ has ⠀⁣ blood ⠀⁣ on ⠀⁣ her ⠀⁣ hands⠀⁣.ᐟ β € ⠀⁣

β•± #𝒆𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗁.
Joined March 2023
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⁣ ⠀⁣ ❛ ⠀⠀⁣ π’ˆΝŸπ’ΝŸπ’… .ᐟ 𝗂 π—Œπ—π—ˆπ—Žπ—…π–½ 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 ⁣ π”°ΝŸπ”±ΝŸπ”žΝŸπ”ŸΝŸπ”ŸΝŸπ”’ΝŸπ”‘ ⁣ π—’π—ˆπ—Ž 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 ⁣ 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π’„ΝŸπ’‰ΝŸπ’‚ΝŸπ’ΝŸπ’„ΝŸπ’† .ᐟ ❜⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣
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she put her hands in her pockets. β€˜ I wouldn’t judge if you did. ’ she sighed, heavily. β€˜ but I want the answer. . . ’
β € tired optics scanning over her features, picking up on her nervous habits rather quickly. β€œwould you believe me if i said no ..?” β €
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there was a small chew at her bottom lip. β€˜ did you . . . . . 𝘡𝘒𝘬𝘦 𝘀𝘒𝘳𝘦 of him? ’
β € a hum left him as he tilted his head. messy raven strands falling over his eyes. β€œit’s like he never existed.” β €
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As soon as she sees him, she’s spitting off her question as if it would burn her if she didn’t say it as soon as she as she could. β€˜ that hunter from the other day: have you seen him again? ’
β € checking the makeshift peep-hole. curiosity spiking. opening the door after a beat. β€œwhat’s up, cooper?” β €
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a frown crosses her pink glossy lips, she’s studying him now, attempting to focus on anything but the way the kiss was at the forefront of her mind. this was difficult however as she followed this gaze, following to glance at his +
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β € β€œwell, thanks for the save.” his shrug was casual but the flush creeping up his neck gave him away. β €
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+ lips, her chapstick smudged into his own leaving a shine to them. shaking her head slightly, she moved to walk behind him, looking at the shoulder in question. β€˜ that explains the blood trail. ’ she states more to herself than him. +
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+ she walks over to stand before him again, hands in her pockets. β€˜ come with me, let me patch that up. ’ oh how the irony wasn’t lost on her.
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༝ ‍ ݁ ‍ π—•ΝŸπ—˜ΝŸπ—§ΝŸπ—§ΝŸπ—¬ΝŸ ‍ ࿈ β€π—–π—’π—’π—£π—˜π—₯ ‍ .ᐟ retweeted
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β€˜ of course I trust youβ€” ’ the words barley left her lips when she felt his on hers. she didn’t object to this, or pull away, she did return the kiss, subconsciously but her mind was running wild. Her hands were on his shoulders, +
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β € the hunter stood there, gun resting casually on his shoulder, brow quirked. β€œsorry to interrupt.” the hunter drawled β€” eyes sweeping over the two. β€œbut have you seen anything strange pass through here?” β €
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+ looking over Forsythe’s shoulder, to the person behind them. β€˜ what? ’ she breathed out, her mind elsewhere. β€˜ anything strange? ’ she said, barely comprehending the words. β€˜ no, nothing .’ the hunter, she had to admit, looked+
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+ familiar to her, werewolf hunters β€˜n all that, but not because she knew him but had seen his face before. as he left, Betty turned to the man who was still holding her close. β€˜ . . . are youβ€” are you running from him? ’
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she thanks maria, pulling her borrowed jacket closer. β€˜ that must be awful in summer. ’ the things you learn about werewolves. . . ages ago she’d have said that was convenient for hunting, but now? she wouldn’t dare. +
β € β € β € dainty digits hooked into her jacket , tugging it off . she put it over the blonde's shoulders , licking her snow-cone again . β € β€œ perks of being a werewolf . I'm always hot , no matter the temperature . β € she stated , keeping close to betty so she was warm . β € β €
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β€˜ a snow-cone, outside in winter? ’ she’s pulling her jacket sleeves over her hands, crossing them over her chest. β€˜ you’re brave. ’
β € β € β € don't bother her , she's busy eating her snow-cone in the dead of winter . go ahead and try something , see if she doesn't claw your eyes out . β € β €
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༝ ‍ ݁ ‍ π—•ΝŸπ—˜ΝŸπ—§ΝŸπ—§ΝŸπ—¬ΝŸ ‍ ࿈ β€π—–π—’π—’π—£π—˜π—₯ ‍ .ᐟ retweeted
elizabeth.xn--6ii/ (CW: nsfw) Should anyone want to, I have a NSFW account for betty, as that was a plotline in S7 (and briefly others) that I feel would be interesting to write, but I didn’t want my whole account here to be nsfw.+
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