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He's too scared to see it again to follow Sarah as closely as he should , his hands ITCHING at his stained skin as he sidles up behind her in the doorway . She stands there , for a LONG moment && for that moment De Leon can pretend that what she's blocking out in his line of sight doesn't exist . Except the water is flooding the floor a sickly pink colour && he can see that around the shape of her . He pulls a deep breath into his lungs && regrets it instantly - the URGE to vomit so heavy in his stomach that the room spins . It smells like Beck here , in his quarters , smells like tea && smoke && wood chips . It smells like IRON .
Seeing Sarah jump into action brings him out of his stupor , sliding down onto his knees on the floor as she manages to get him out of the bath . It was her height , he realises - There simply hadn't been ENOUGH of him to get the right angle. He should have called for her sooner . Now .... Now it was probably too late . He watches her cradle him , her face against the side of his head in a way that's almost romantic && he wants to help but his hands are still SHAKING so much that he knows he'll probably do more harm than good . The thought is proven by Jay's arrival , the medic SHOVING his way in between Ryan && the body - his tone sharp with it's ❝ if you're not going to do anything , get out of the bloody way . ❞
He drops into a sitting position , watches the gauze go into the gaping wounds , watches as Jason lifts Beck's arms skyward , HIS body now slick with red the same way that His && Sarah's is . He's dead . He must be dead, there's so much BLOOD .
He's alive ! The words are like an electric shock to his heart . He stares at Sarah , letting out another sob . Relief this time , pulling himself across the wet floor to FINALLY let himself look at Beck's face . More at peace than he's ever been before. He remembers the pain in his eyes the first time he'd ever seen his face... they'd been so young .
I'm Sorry Beck . I'm so Sorry . Forgive me , forgive US for not being able to let you go . .
❝ He's alive . ❞ an echo . ❝ He's alive ?? ❞
❝ Not for long if we don't get him out of here - ❞ De Leon isn't listening to Jay . The words mean nothing to him , something about hypothermia , about saline , about - None of that matters . Beck is alive . He's inching closer .
❝ Ryan , out of the FUCKING way . ❞ It's Jay again , De Leon shuffles back once more - hands wringing . ❝ Here - hold . ❞ the sniper takes the arm Jay pushes his way - doing his best to mimic what had been done so far , holding it up , pressing the black-red gauze tighter . Everything aches . Watching as Jay presses the other arm Sarah's way . Better . She'll know what to do . Ryan has no clue . ❝ You too . One of us has got to start damage control && it's not going to be you - is it ?? ❞ That'll stick with De Leon , the acidic tone of Jay's voice when he says it , the look In Sarah's eyes. ❝ - He doesn't need a girlfriend right now , he needs his fucking medic . ❞
Everything felt so incredibly loud. The heavy steps of the team rushing into action, Jay’s voice, De Leon’s cries. It hit her like a tidal wave, drowning out all other senses in a dizzying strike. Her chest ACHED with the tightness of her breaths, sinking forward to rest her forehead to Ryan’s with a shaking sigh.
“I know you’re scared, I am too. But I need you to be brave for me, okay?”
He was fine. Had she missed something? Misread something he had said as they were tangled together in his bunk, whispering sweet nothings before she would have to creep out before the sun broke the horizon. She should have stayed longer, she must have missed SOMETHING that would have allowed her to prevent this.
“I-i need your help, I can’t do this alone, we might need to carry him and I need you.”
Pleading with him, squeezing his hand as she pulled herself to her feet. She needed him with her, she couldn’t face it alone. Not when there was a sickening trail of bloodied footprints to follow. All she could hear was the roar of her own heartbeat in her ears as they followed it, edging open the door to the quarters she spent so long in, to the bathroom.
There Beck lay, swimming in a sea of blackened blood. He looked peaceful, and in an instant she was eighteen again. Watching him lazily drift in the hot spring, eyes shut, smiling at the sun warming his skin. Calling for her to join him, wrapped in one another’s arms and talking fanciful dreams of the future. The blood. Years later now, and she was standing in the doorway of her home, her husband collapsed at the stairs and his neck open from ear to ear. Crimson coating the walls, spread so wide and thick that it choked out all of her other senses.
Her pasts were bleeding together, into this sick and twisted present. Bile swelling in her throat, fearful breathlessness as she stood stock still in the doorway staring. SARAH. Someone was calling her name, loud enough to snap her from the daze and send her rushing forward, arms diving into the deep water to hook under his armpits and heave. The medic didn’t even think about how hard she was sobbing, something broken and animalistic as her boots skidded on wet tiles, blood saturating her clothes with the strain and effort of his weight. Dead weight, Beck’s body lolling in her arms as she REELED back and sent the both of them collapsing on the tiles. “O-oh god, oh god.” His wrists were still weeping, slow and steady, a bright contrast to the rest of the blood that coated both her and De Leon.
“C’mon, c’mon baby you can’t leave me, please.” Hushed to the shell of Beckett’s ear, fingers searching for his pulse. Jason was already beside them, frantically packing the wounds, barking for the others to help. There it was, ever brief, fluttering beneath her fingertips. Slow, weak, but there.
“He… h-he’s alive! Oh fuck- he’s alive, he’s alive, De Leon you saved him-”
#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : dyn ❨ sarah / celesteye ❩#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : npc ❨ jason ❩#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : arc ❨ where i belong ❩#╰ ⸻ ♡ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 : cw ❨ suicide ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ♡ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 : cw ❨ self harm ❩˙#Long post#this might be the longest reply i've ever written
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De Leon had had mixed feelings about meeting him . When Beck had spoken about introducing him to Karter's family , but he supposed that it's just what HAPPENED. He was Beck's family , it was the natural course of things for them to overlap && interact . . The Marine had never REALLY been good with people && his friend knew that , must have known how painfully awkward any interactions between them would be .
" we don't need you to hold his hand " he'd been told afterward , when the true intentions had come to light && it was revealed that Beck && Karter wanted him to accompany Karter's brother on a trip. " just go along with him , have his back . You're the only gun I trust. "
So , being the man he was , he'd thrown himself onto this new path . Tried his best to UNDERSTAND the ins && outs of the community that he was coming from . It wasn't THAT different to the military really - if he looked at it in the right light .
❝ oh boy ?? ❞ not reassuring . The sniper lifts his rifle where he's sat , then pushes himself SWIFTLY && firmly to his feet . The barrel points just past Niko's shoulder . ❝ I thought that you said that this part of the site was already abandoned . SAFE , you said , kid. ❞
@altcrations / nikolai kane
He hums quietly, leaning back as he watches the sky for half a moment before his attention drops back to the ground below. It felt nice to be back in the field, but he suspects his brother & sister are losing their minds right about now.
"Aw jeez, better give them a call."
He wasn't sure he should, but he figures it's wiser to do so and not regret it later, but as he does, he PAUSES midway through, glancing over his shoulder having heard a rustle from the brush before him.

"Oh boy..."
#de leon vc: fuck me if anything happens to us beck will bring me back to life and kill me again#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : dyn ❨ nikolai / bldrdsh ❩
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dylan serving as a weighted blanket for ryan bc i saw someone say this and it's been stuck in my brain ever since
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"Whatever you saw, you probably just took it out of context." -Olivia to pick a Strain <3
Fet stands very still in the doorway that he's in. Leaning against the Jam , one hand pulling at the GLOVE on the other hand . For a long moment he doesn't speak && then his jaw drops open just enough to signify that any MOMENT now - he'll respond .
❝ no - no I know EXACTLY what I saw . ❞ He says firmly , eyes jumping from the young woman to the window && back again. The sun is coming up on the horizon . ❝ The last time I saw a trails like that it was leading to ground ZERO . ❞ His lower lip tucks over his teeth for a moment , perhaps in disbelief that she's challenging him .
❝ WHO are you again ?? ❞
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His hands are clasped between his knees as he looks out over the water . They don't have to talk, the two of them , COMFORTABLE in each other's silence . Something that came with knowing someone so well , being around someone so long && through so much TRAUMA. Slow breaths , watching Karter's smoke blow out in front of him . He'd long finished his own cigarette , stubbed out on the wall next to where he's sitting . Legs swing a little .
❝ it's not bad , pretty sure I saw some DOLPHINS in the water a few nights ago when you were changing that last barrel .❞ His eyes glisten , the same glint that's reflecting off of the water . He lifts a beer bottle from by his hip && takes a soft swig . The sound of the liquid in the glass itches something in a deep corner of his brain .
❝ Think I heard her yelling something about avocados - ❞ there's a twinge of confusion in his voice , it spills into humour . His mouth curves into one of his cheeky smiles . ❝ must be nice huh ?? To have those kinds of problems in your life - your husband gets the wrong brand of avocado ?? ❞
He huffs .
❝ why don't you yell at me when I fuck up the shopping ?? ❞
@altcrations / karter kane
He pauses, cigarette between his lips as the two of them perch on the back dock behind the bar. It was SOMETHING of a retirement they were in despite the fact that they still actively hunted.
"Pretty night yeah––"
HE PAUSES, glancing over at Sam with a small grin pulling at the corner of his lips. He thinks vaguely about the content he feels in this moment as he draws in a quiet breath.
"You hear the neighbors across the street arguing again this morning? I think things were thrown this time around."
He chuckles quietly, hand finding Sam's as he cranes his head back. Leaning into and enjoying the laughter for a moment before continuing quietly to himself.
"They're gonna be out couple grand for that one."
#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : arc ❨ post-libertalia ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : dyn ❨ karter / bldrdsh ❩
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She tries to relax as best she can , but she still feels an ACHING sense of unease . The Fengaropolouses have been nothing but hospitable but if she's HONEST , that's the problem . She's not one hundred percent sure that they should be so KIND to her , so welcoming . What was she to them except an add on - a FREEBIE that had come along with her brother joining their family .
She shouldn't be here .
Head presses back into the lounger , shooting Kat a soft look as she sits down beside her . She adored the brunette , the kind of woman that Carrie wished she'd had around earlier on in life. A GIRLS GIRL.
❝ everything is just so ... ❞ she doesn't know how to explain it. Her father had MONEY . This wasn't money really ... it was wealth . Lifestyle richness . It was HOMELY in a sprawling way . ❝ I feel bad . ❞ She adjusts her sunglasses on her face . ❝ .... change ?? ❞ Looks across at her again . ❝ into what ?? ❞
@altcrations / katrina kane
She pauses momentarily, small grin coming to her features as she overlooks the balcony to the pool at the edge of the cliff on which the Fengaropolous estate sat. Suffice to say she figures it's a NICE vacation to enjoy.
"Now THAT is what I call relaxing in style."
She turns on her heels, quick to make her way back down to the ground floor before emerging onto the poolside once again, wedges clacking against the pavers as she takes a seat poolside and offers a grin.
"Feeling more at ease yet? If not I have a plan for how to fix THAT too, but first you'll need to change. Or, we can stay in the pool, either one works."
#╰ ⸻ ⚢ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄-𝐀𝐍𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ⚢ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄-𝐀𝐍𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓 : dyn ❨ katrina / bldrdsh ❩#╰ ⸻ ⚢ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄-𝐀𝐍𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓 : arc ❨ stick figures ❩
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Glacier Peak Wilderness
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He makes a soft sound of HAPPINESS when she appears . There's something heavier in his chest , desire - but he beats it down with all he can muster so that when she wraps herself around him he can focus on giving her a STEADY look . Lips purse under her kiss , palms finding her hips .
❝ i would say so . ❞ She was beautiful . He didn't actually think that he'd SEEN beautiful before the day that she'd wandered into Beck's apartment . He can't stop his gaze from TRACKING her across the room && back , a gaze that was entirely improper. He adjusts the collar of his shirt .
❝ If i told you , then it wouldn't be a SURPRISE , would it - cariño ?? ❞
@altcrations \\ Aubrey
She had taken quite some time to get ready that night, taking meticulous care for her makeup and hair before her dress was put on. She wanted to look her best for a night De Leon said she wouldn't forget, after all. Emerging from the room dressed in a deep purple dress and black high heels, Aubrey sauntered towards where De Leon stood, unable to help how she wraps an arm around his waist, pulling herself closer as she reaches up and presses a chaste, light kiss to his lips.
She didn't want to ruin her lipstick too early.
"I'm ready now," she spoke with a smile, parting from him only to grab her purse and return to his side. "Where are we going anyways?" She asks, wondering if he'd give in and tell her this time.
#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : dyn ❨ aubrey / never-surrender ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : arc ❨ misericordia ❩
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Sam is panicking the more time goes on , the more that it SETTLES in his head that this isn't a joke , that his little brother right here && right now had a bullet in his stomach && all of this BLOOD should be inside of him && ...
❝ shut up . ❞ little more than a growl . He's got one hand over the wound , the other one coming up to cover it - PRESS down in hopes of trying to stem the flow . No , I won't listen to you . I never have before && I won't start now . He finds that he can't bring himself to LOOK Nathan in the face , scared that if he does it'll make things too real .
you gotta keep going .
His eyes are wide , glazed . staring down as his fingers are flooded red . He thinks about Panama , about the empty feeling that had FILLED his body when the bullets had - about how he'd woken up assuming Nathan would be there && ...
&& he'd kept GOING .
❝ you - you think that a stupid scrap of paper is worth more to me than you ?? ❞ his brow furrows . His chest aches . WAS IT ?? He looks over his shoulder towards the dust cloud in the distance .
❝ Fucking Hell , Nathan . I swear if you don't get up right now I'm gonna tell Elena every single fucking story you don't want her knowing about . ❞
@altcrations — continued from this post: (x)
he doesn't register the pain at first, just a sudden heat in his stomach that surprises him into coming to a halt, boots skidding in gravel and dirt. it's only when he looks down, sees the red beginning to bloom on the front of his shirt, that he finally feels the sudden and sharp throb in his abdomen. this had to happen some time, didn't it? there were only so many times that he could cheat death and get away with it.
sam's saying something to him that he can't quite make out. the words in his ears sound kind of... muffled, like he's underwater, and he's trying his best to focus the majority of his energy on keeping his knees from buckling. he ultimately fails in this task, and though he's absolutely sure that he can feel his brother's arms around him, his attention has now shifted to trying to stay conscious.
your luck's run out, drake.
‘ sam. ’ speaking expends energy that he doesn't have. ‘ sam, listen to me. ’ his breathing is shallow, and with every inhale, he finds it harder to catch his breath enough to speak. ‘ you gotta... you gotta keep going. okay? i'm not... bringing you down with me. ’
#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : arc ❨ post-libertalia ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : dyn ❨ nathan / himbovillains ❩
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@celesteye / continued
He can VAGUELY feel Sarah's presence . He can hear her words too , but they don't stick - what does stick is the panic in her tone . It echoes the terror in his own chest , it's sickening . He tries his best to get air into his lungs , hands CLUTCHING at the other sergeant blindly as she talks to him . Everything is so loud , the blood roaring in his own ears to the pound of his heart . The sound of Jay SCREAMING at one of the other's to call the clinic , his voice flying past as he rushes away . Sarah's voice from right in front of him , gentle at first - until it's not . Until SHE'S shouting too .
WHERE IS HE ??
There's a sob caught in his chest , he's brought back to the here && now && it's nothing but PAIN . He wants to go back , under that veil of shock , he doesn't want to feel this . His fingers are claws on her arms , still working on sucking oxygen into his body , breaths huffing . FUCK . He left him there - He'd just LEFT him there , he was still bleeding - how much blood was there in the human body again ?? ten pints . Someone Beck's size , maybe TWELVE . How much blood did it take to make the water that DARK ??
He's spiralling .
❝ he - he - ❞ Beck . The man that had pulled him out into the desert , the man who had given him a second CHANCE. ❝ his quarters , the b- the bathroom - he ... ❞ He can feel the tears streaming down his cheeks && he doesn't know how to pull himself back . Maybe he'll die too . Maybe that's what's right .
❝ He was fine - he was fine this morning , Sarah ... I don't - ❞
#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : dyn ❨ sarah / celesteye ❩#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : arc ❨ where i belong ❩
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He's sure that that smile will CURSE him for the rest of his days . He stands still underneath the gaze from the younger male, letting the sensation of his hand on his chest wash over him . He's hit with the memory of them STUMBLING through their rooms - breath hot on each other's skin . Another of them hand in hand on the beath , of Sam TOPPLING Kobe down into the sand .
He'd made him feel young again . Just SEEING him now made him feel the same way .
❝ yeah - yeah you are PRETTY cute . ❞ nodding , chin lifted , eyes narrowed as he peers down at him along his nose . There's a pause , it feels as though every breath into his chest is twice the amount of effort that it should be .
What IS he going to do now ??
Hand lifts , palm ghosting over Kobe's jaw , thumb DUSTING over his cheek . Then fingers go up to pad along his hairline , feeling out the shape of his face as though CHECKING that he hadn't changed since the last time he'd touched him .
❝ I'm gonna take him on that date . ❞ he murmurs . ❝ if that's okay with him . ❞
Kobe was a firm believer in fate. In the fact that things worked a certain way to bring one back to somebody that was meant to be together with. While Beck had been that person for him once upon a time... the man was with somebody else now, living in a different part of the world where Kobe couldn't possibly follow. Though with all that said... the moment Sam entered back into his life, all thoughts of Beck disappeared.
He was excited to see Sam again, that much was true. He still felt the high from touching himself, in texting him and knowing that in just a few short minutes he'd see Sam again. He'd be able to reach out and touch him, maybe kiss him...
The sound of the voice behind him startles Kobe from his reverie. Turning around quick enough it has his dark curls bouncing on his head, green eyes widened when he saw Sam before a brilliant smile overtakes his expression, a breath of laughter rising from his throat.
"I don't know about the last part, but I am pretty cute," he teases, closing the distance between them and pressing a hand to Sam's chest, head tipping up slightly to look at the other male. "But I think you've found him... what're you going to do now?" he asks, unconsciously worrying at his lower lip in the hopes that Sam would kiss him...
#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : ic ❨ thread ❩#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : dyn ❨ kobe / never-surrender ❩#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : arc ❨ post-libertalia ❩˙#bb boy
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Oscar Isaac As Santiago Garcia In "Triple Frontier"
#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 : about ❨ mirror ❩˙#sad eyes boy club#literally cannot keep my hands off of them
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The anger is RAW && it hurts . He wishes that he could push it down deep inside of himself && not let it show but there's a tremble in his hand - there's an ache in his chest . He doesn't think he's felt this way in years . Certainly not since Boston .
He hadn't been looking at her, too scared that if he did he would FEEL something he wasn't supposed to && not be able to get the words out . The words that needed to be said - she needed to know that he ...
I'm sorry .
Eyes swing around to land on her form. He's so very still , drinking in the sight of her curled up in the seat - all WIDE eyed and tears carving paths down her cheeks . Scared . Sarah Harper was scared of him .
His heart stops for a moment . Arms go limp at his sides, bottle held PRECARIOUSLY by his fingertips . He remembers his mother , cowering underneath his father's hand . The two images fit perfectly one over the top of the other . It makes his stomach roll .
❝ I - I uh - ❞ frozen , unsure - ❝ fuck . ❞ quieter . He squeezes his eyes tightly together for a long moment before he can even think about moving . Shifts his form back a couple of steps away from her . ❝ I wasn't - I didn't - ❞ Another pause.
❝ I should go . ❞
There’s a look in his eyes that she was certain she had never witnessed before. He was angry. And it was directed at her. He laughs, he stands, and she could barely process what he is saying before fear completely washed over her. Painfully stupid. Her cheeks had flushed pink, shaking hands gripping onto the half empty bottle, unable to look him in the eye. Scared, ashamed.
They never should have done it, all too drunk and all too sure that somehow that mess would fix things between the three of them. Yet Jacob was still ready to lash out at Sam, he still wanted her, and Sarah was caught trying to walk a fine line between them both.
Her whole body had begun to tremble, trying her utmost to keep herself quiet so Jacob wouldn’t hear the argument unfolding. And she still couldn’t quite help it when the terror finally won and broke free in a flurry of half-muffled sobs, cowering away from Sam’s shadow. “I’m sorry.” Meek and pitiful, barely audible above her tears, struggling to gather herself between shaking breaths.
“I-i do want to spend time with you! Don’t say that.” Her voice barely steadied itself, but she managed to look at him, face tear streaked and eyes glistening. “That’s n-not fair.” Trying to sink further back into her chair, as much as it would allow, knuckles blanching white around the bottle still held in her desperate grip.
She wanted nothing more than to spend time with him, but he’d only seemed all the more distant since that night. What fools were they. “P-please, please, I’m sorry.”
#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : ic ❨ thread ❩˙#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : dyn ❨ sarah / celesteye ❩#╰ ⸻ ☠ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 : arc ❨ pre-panama ❩˙
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Going to sort some stuff out here && start again save for a couple of new things
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INDEPENDENT MULTIMUSE ᵍᵉⁿᵉᵗᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵃˡᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴺᴼᴺ
studies in grief && loss , growth and reclamation of the sense of self . Canon && Original characters ━━━━━━━━ 21+ mature themes present throughout . Icon free threads for my own sanity . currently under heavy construction .
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