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I wanna post something here but I have nothing sad enough
I'm working on backstories, though.
I'll have something soon.
I wanna post something here but I have nothing sad enough
I'm working on backstories, though.
I'll have something soon.
“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.
(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)
“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)
(That has big "oh Anna. if only there was someone who loved you" energy and I sort of love it)
“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)
(That has big "oh Anna. if only there was someone who loved you" energy and I sort of love it)
(wait it does)
“I think I’m in love with you,” Zephyr whispered. The words were dry on his tongue, with such reverence he said them. In his mind he built a chapel in this still, nighttime room, the heat of their unseen bodies playing prayers; the ache of unknowing offerings.
“And here I thought you were the clever one,” Sebastian said into the dark. He didn’t so much as lower his voice. Around him, Zephyr’s temple crumbled. There were no holy things here.(just awful sebastian being awful ya know)
(That has big "oh Anna. if only there was someone who loved you" energy and I sort of love it)
(wait it does)
(<3 thanks you guys! it'll be fun because this scene comes in a flash back after all we've heard from zephyr about sebastian is good stuff, because he really romanticized him after he died, so hopefully it'll be a bit surprising!)
tw: allusion to rape, violence, past sexual assault of a minor
“Your guidance counselor likened you to a monster-”
“I wasn’t a monster, I was twelve. I was twelve and I was terrified.”
Catori had never seen a man jump like that just at the sound of a voice, but Mr. Vertsain did just that. She was strangely aware and disconnected from her surroundings, could hear Kasper’s intake of breath and the word reverberating in her mind, but couldn’t hear her own voice clearly. It sounded like she imagined cotton would, if it had a sound.
“They didn’t put in the file what he did, did they? They didn’t put in that I took the fire extinguisher off the wall and hit him with all the might a twelve year old can muster, huh?” There. She could see it now, the fear. It comforted her, in a sickening way, and she couldn’t tell if it was his or her own. All she knew was the taste of blood in her mouth.
“Did they forget to mention how many days he had me stay after class, or how many bruises the medics found on my body that were too old to have just been from that incident? And, oh no, did they not remember to add in that his favorite game to play was what he called ‘tag’, but that it was definitely not tag? You can’t call a game tag and expect a twelve year old not to know the difference.”
No sound came from the inhabitants of the room. Even their breathing sounded quieted. Catori could practically feel Cisco’s mind making the connection to Ryan Kavanaugh, his eyes on her and she would be willing to bet he had that wretched worried look on his face.
“Just a kid. And when I couldn’t take it anymore, when I snapped, they called me a-” Catori paused, baring her teeth in what could be likened to a smile, if it didn’t look so much more like a lion preparing to pounce. A response to her own fear.
Sage that is so well written, I low-key wanna know more of the story
Sage that is so well written, I low-key wanna know more of the story
i mean, that's an excerpt from a drabble in google docs, somewhat detailing one of the many shitty things that happened to this poor girl
fret not anyone worried about her sanity, she ends up with a smart rich girlfriend and a bunch of friends willing to do anything to keep her safe. and she gets a pet chicken
and also thank you fdfhgdfh
Sage you're so good I-
Sage you're so good I-
aaaaaa uno reverse tho???
Sage you're so good I-
aaaaaa uno reverse tho???
D:
first draft, but
also @DoctorOfTheDead i'm uhhhh crying :') you really did give us heart-wrenching :'))
@ccb37 I like to think I don't cry
You just proved me wrong
also @DoctorOfTheDead i'm uhhhh crying :') you really did give us heart-wrenching :'))
D: I'm sorry I made you cry but I'm glad my writing was good!
@ccb37 I like to think I don't cry
You just proved me wrong
ahhhh i'm sorry but also thank you :')
Nice, nice, Ccb37. I have a Silas who's a healer too.
@The-Althalosian-The_EccentrLc_VampLre nice!!! idk what it is, silas is just a healer name. you get me lol
Idk. My Silas is just a really smart asshole that respects no one.
@The-Althalosian-The_EccentrLc_VampLre ah yeah see my silas is much different in that regard, he's a complete doormat who needs a day to recuperate every time he makes a phone call.
He did the only thing he could think to do, the only sane thought that popped into his head: he stole his father’s car and jetted off into the distance, driving down the road as fast as he could. Moonlight lit his way as the streetlights were dim in most places and broken in the rest. The town itself seemed asleep, the peaks and hills of the road rising and falling like the steady breath of a chest in deep slumber. Beach houses, surfing shops, condominiums, and tacky seafood restaurants rose all around him. He sped to the edge of the town, where the interstate in its full glory kissed the edge of the main road, and swerved off, bringing the car to a shrieking halt. He slammed his palms against the wheel, frustration building. He didn’t want to be in a town that slept through the night, like someone on the brink of death or in the depths of illness, he wanted to be somewhere that moved, somewhere that breathed each breath like it was precious, somewhere that embraced him and enveloped him in life. He wanted to run through this last summer, wanted to hurry towards the future, not crawl.
He left the car on the side of the road and dismounted, bare feet hitting sand and gravel as he stumbled from the road onto the beach. White sand stretching across the expanse, untamed with weeds shooting up throughout, leading to the still, dark ocean. The water was impossible to see into, due to the darkness and to the natural murkiness of the water. It wasn’t like a pristine Florida coastline or a bright blue California wave; it lacked the vibrancy. Or perhaps Kai was biased. He wasn’t going to try to see past his own point of view.
His feet met the water. It was warmer than the air. The realization led to him to sit down, letting the waves crash over him and drench his clothes and hair. He wished for something, something strong, but since he was in short supply he lit a cigarette instead. He leaned back to keep his head out of the water and placed the cigarette in his mouth, eyes towards the stars. This is better, he thought, much better than the crisscross beams and the stale attic.
Foamy, thick waves pushed against him in gentle rhythm, steady breath, held him close. It almost felt like an embrace, the water being so warm in contrast to the wet, cool night air. He looked off to his side and saw something move in the water. Likely a fish, he told himself, but he imagined it was another person, lost as he was, looking for something in the ocean. He offered that person his cigarette, but he let his hand dip too low and the waves took it instead. Sand inched into his clothes and he felt like he was lying in a bed of wet crumbs. Suddenly the Romantic beach scene was pathetic, he was suddenly waterlogged and gross and drunk, and the swirling police lights reflected off of the dark water instead of the stars. He was pulled roughly from the warm embrace and yanked to his feet.
Oh I like.
tw: abuse, thoughts of suicide
Sage often wondered what life would be like with different parents. Gemma’s parents, for example, were such a contrast to his own that sometimes he forgot they were parents. It just seemed the Westlake kids lived with two friends who happened to be middle-aged. Parents weren’t supposed to be loving and friendly and fun to be around, right? It was hard to comprehend.
Sometimes he played with the thought of having only one awful parent. If Ruth was kind to her son after Curtis screamed that he daydreamed about strangling Sage to death, that’d be a little better. Or maybe if Curtis tried to protect Sage from Ruth’s leather belts instead of holding him in place for her. Their team-up made life worse than it had to be.
Actually, he was happy that they’d found each other, in an odd way. It was just empathy working when he didn’t want it to. They were two people who were the same kind of awful, so no one else would want them. But often he wished they’d never crossed paths, because then he wouldn’t have been born, and that would save him a lot of trouble. He didn’t want to take his own life, not now, because then he’d be hurting Gemma. But if he never existed, it wouldn’t matter. She could find somebody—anybody, really, she was amazing—else. If he could stop himself from existing in the first place… Who knows?
I don't have it written out yet, but i have the basis :/
There's a scene where my main group gets kinda ambushed. They all get a little bit separated, but Garret (my MC) is closest to Dominick, who garret decided he hated, and Dom get shot and dragged away by the ambushers and he's screaming to Garret for help, saying "Please, please, they're gonna kill me! I know it! They'll kill me!" and Garret chooses to ignore him. And further away, Dani (Garret's love interest and Dom's sister) doesn't see what's going on until the people who ambushed drove away with her brother. She started having a breakdown and stuff and garret tries to play it off like he didn't notice until it was too late as well. He comforts her and since he's there for her, she kind of starts to catch feelings for him, but later on she finds out that Garret let her brother get captured, and she thinks he's dead.
Maybe once i actually write this out, i'll revisit this thread and post it cos this ^ doesn't to the scene justice :(
Yeah. Really it would need to be typed up for real.
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