The twisted dreads were flicked over his shoulder, spotting @CuervoOfDeath—which left the witch with an inclined timidness.

@FallenGuidance Wool coats. It was Wesley's favorite thing to wear—its heavy hold on his lithe body made the witch feel somewhat »

@FallenGuidance » safe, hands sanctioned into either pockets in comfort. They held a light, crimson sheen—a habit of his when bored and»

@FallenGuidance » subconsciously drifting away. . He tended to be destructive when his dreams got in the way of real life. The evening «

@FallenGuidance » was chilly, as autumn was coming around the corner—Wesley's favorite time of year. Pumpkins, haunted houses and an »

@FallenGuidance » appropriate time of the year to carry around his favorite books. The Witch's Bible, Anton Szandor LaVey's Satanic «

@FallenGuidance » Bible and rituals—a dichotomy of things which made the brunette mutant a whole lot more susceptible to the strange and »

@FallenGuidance » unusual. That is, until a new chapter of crazy was to be evoked.

Has been watching Vines for hours now. The witch is obsessed.

@FallenGuidance Her voice; it spooked the witch, feeling his digits begin to pluck wool from the walls of his pockets—staring weakly »

@FallenGuidance » over his left shoulder. He found it to be quite lugubrious in a sense that she was alone on the outskirts—but it was a »

@FallenGuidance » nice night; therefore, Wesley couldn't judge. He was experiencing a bit of a sixth sense, adhesive to his imagination«

@FallenGuidance » and common core. Maximoff was rather scared to speak, seeing his accent could be quite viscous at times—too dense «

@FallenGuidance » for some to even calculate, leaving the younger of the twins to dip his head softly. “They're my 'go-to' books.“

@FallenGuidance Wesley tended to be self conscious of his desires and interests—seeing they didn't suit the will of the norm. A lot of»

@FallenGuidance » people went with the flow and relied on their smarts to appease others—but the witch didn't understand why people lied »

@FallenGuidance » about themselves to be accepted. He watched her saunter away for a bit, unsure whether he should go back to his «

@FallenGuidance » dorm; concealed by books and a good scary movie, or follow the woman. Her aura was pleasing, quite certainly alluring»

@FallenGuidance » in the sense that Wesley's Doc Marten boots took a step forth. Thus, he followed.

Looks out with a book in hand, most distracted by staring at people than to read at all.