𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐎𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕 ⠀⠀ ✗ — an independent portrayal of stella oleson form 30 days of night. mdni. mature & dark content & themes ahead. descriptive but dyslexic. a #Ⴝᴋᴇᴛᴄʜᴇs account. ↻ + ♡? ⠀⠀

⠀⠀Very tempted to mix coffee and hot chocolate together.

|| muse is really buzzing for this account after watching Nosferatu.

|| NOT ME JUST NOW REALIZING THE TYPO IN MY PIN 😭😭😭😭 My dyslexic ass said “form 30 days of night” instead of “from 30 days of night”.

— her knight in shining armor, she held his hand to keep him with her. His comfort was all she needed, and wanted, right now.

— was forming, a sensation she was familiar with feeling. “Although I’m starting to regret not taking you up on finding those pain killers now.” ⠀⠀There was some truth to that statement, but it was mostly meant in a lighthearted way. And to make sure he didn’t run off to be —

— her feel better. That was silly. Eben was too honest, even if a white lie would make her feel better, he just didn’t lie. ⠀⠀“We’ll be okay,” she echoed his sentiment. Her forehead throbbed, and burned slightly as the blood behind to pool beneath the skin there. A bruise —

— worry she felt for him, about him, a laugh passed from her lips as he joked about the whereabouts of the main one he lost. It was just a soft, weak laugh. But it started to ease the tension in her body. ⠀⠀Stella still studied him, making sure he wasn’t lying to her to make —

— before. But it has definitely open her eyes that all of the fighting, her leaving in the first place, never should have occurred. Because at the start and end of everyday, she loved him. Still loves him. Why else still carry a spare inhaler for him? ⠀⠀Despite the deeply —

⠀⠀Maybe this was fate giving them a second chance? A very cruel, and violent one but still a second chance. A brush with death always seemed to make people realize what’s actually important in life. ⠀⠀That’s how it was for Stella, at least. Not that she took him for granted —

— the one that had just came back from being away, perhaps it was him who hadn’t taken too long to kiss her.

— stand up on her toes to reach his face. But with the distance closed, she pressed a loving kiss against his lips before he could even say a word. A welcome home kiss was normal for couples, if anything, it was surprising it took her this long to kiss him. Then again, she was —

— idea of what has occurred. Barrow didn’t have the gossip stereotype of small towns, but it did live up to the stereotype of being monotonous. And yet, she wanted to hear all about it. Even if her next course of action suggested otherwise. ⠀⠀Eben was so tall, she had to —