Both sides of the coin

My name is Ethan Wilde James Mellark, I'm twenty-three twenty-five and from New York. They say I'm in here for OCD and a Dissociative Identity Disorder, but I don't really get why... they're the experts though. I'm in an asylum... but you are too, right? So I figure that if I'm a pretty decent guy then most of you will be too? Or on the other hand, you insane freaks I might just kill every single one of you.

Uninvited | Ethan/James

nattywho:

Her eyes followed his movements carefully, body shifting slightly away as he sat down on her bed, though not enough for the movements to be conspicuous. What did she really have to fear? In all of her time at the Asylum she hadn’t met a single person that brought forth a true and raw fear in her like she had expected. Perhaps he was simply bored, she’d shown up at random rooms countless times during her stay here. Taking in a slow breath, she allowed herself to calm down and meet him with a sweet smile, turning on her bed to face him better. 

“James,” she repeated, the name slide off of her tongue delicately. “Well it’s a pleasure, James.” She pulled one leg up onto the bed and then the other, letting them stretch out before her and rest beside his body. “Isn’t everyone an acquaintance of his? He gets around here, I’d say.” It certainly seemed to be that way, at least. “It’s short for Natasha, but that’s not really important. Why are you here? The fact that you know Landon doesn’t really give you free-reign access to my bedroom, you know.” Though the smile that she gave him might have said otherwise. 

The fact that she hadn’t screamed at him to leave her room told him that she either, a) didn’t get many visitors or b) was confident (or crazy) enough to be cool with random men barging into her room. It was refreshing, especially in comparison to the dull-as-a-kitchen-knife Trina, so he’d play along for a little while. Hey, she might even enjoy it if she was nice enough. It was doubtful, but stranger things had happened. 

“Hmm, there’s a lot of reasons I could be here. Maybe I’m just a nice door to door boy-scout kinda guy, here to tell you I just joined the neighborhood. Or, oh the other hand, maybe I’m an insane nutjob here to murder you.” He laughed, showing that he wasn’t actually planning on doing that. Not that he was above murder, but she hadn’t done anything to anger him enough, not yet, anyway. “Oh, it doesn’t? My mistake.” He leaned back slightly, running his fingers up calf as she stretched it out behind him. “I just couldn’t resist.”


So, uh.. h-hey.

is-my-name-loganhamilton:

I-I don’t even fucking know you, get the fuck a-away from me.

I’m James Mellark and n-n-no I won’t get the fuck a-away from you. 


So, uh.. h-hey.

is-my-name-loganhamilton:

F-Fuck you..I’m not in the mood.

Who the hell do you think you are? I don’t give a fuck what mood you’re in, princess.


So, uh.. h-hey.

is-my-name-loganhamilton:

A-Anyone want to t-t-talk?

I dunno, you wanna get that s-s-s-sentence out anytime soon?


katrina-davenport:

Because I thought you would…

You’re kidding right? You’re the one who’s supposed to hide from me.

(Source: sexysheet)



katrina-davenport:

Hi…

Hey there, what’s this? Back for round two?

katrina-davenport:

Hi…

Hey there, what’s this? Back for round two?



Taking a walk.| Open.

katrina-davenport:

“I guess yo-” her words we cut off by the warm sensation on her cheek. He had pressed his lips against her soft cheek and she didn’t know what to do. She pressed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. Trina was still stunned by the look in his eyes as they met hers. “I…yeah. You do. I’ll clean your room for you. Or something.”

“Nah, I’m a pretty tidy guy actually. I was thinking more or a personal touch.” He barely noticed her hands pushing against his chest, and even if he had he probably wouldn’t care. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. “Shh now.” He turned and pushed her down onto the bed. “Just close your eyes and think of America.”


Taking a walk.| Open.

katrina-davenport:

Trina could feel her muscles tighten up as he touched her. But he saved her so it was the least she could do on her end. Stiffly, she entered and stood in his room. Her hands and arms were stuff to her sides almost as if magnets from her sides were attracting them.  The way he looked at her wasn’t too comforting. In fact, it made her scared. “Oh,” she said breathing a bit heavier, “that’s good to know.”

“So…” He clasped his hands together and walked towards her. “So, seeing as I’m a big hero now, don’t I get a reward?” He asked, a smirk on his lips now, the predatory look in his eyes was unsettling. “It’s only fair.” He closed in on her, one hand on the wall beside her head, kissing her cheek.