#— bobby & dympna ( threads )

[carminekings]

— ❛ i told you, we’ve been doing this together. you’re a part of this. ❜ @tragedyrich

he remembers fannigan. the shriek in his voice, the taut rope, the swinging legs -- how alive he'd been right up until he wasn't. then arm -- burly and big from the outside, but soft spoken where it mattered -- a fighter turned machine. arm who was still, who didn't kick, who didn't scream, who faded, who left dympna alone. arm who was an idiot -- arm who cared too much about respectable morals and being good, than he did about dympna -- than he did about them. his ribs are rattling, nerves shot. decades with paudi and hector should've made him numb to it all really. he didn't even know the guy -- didn't pick up on a name before bobby went and got him -- but dympna's stiff anyways, heaving, swallowing bile at the back of his throat. wide, affected eyes dart over, wary only then -- of the danger he's in. " -- what the fuck. bobby -- what the fuck! yer -- feckin' insane! he din't do none!"