#serenalockhart

[brian-webb-blog-blog]

Mom. Mother. For crying out loud.

Samantha Fucking Webb. Listen to me. I told you this when I was twenty two. Dad knew five years before that. I am not now, nor ever, going to get married to what's her name because I'm gay. Your son is a card carrying, cock sucking, flag waving member of the homosexual agenda. Or whatever the fuck you said in your last speech. And no I won't watch my mouth. Because maybe if I say things like that you'll actually fucking listen. No...No, you'll just hang the fuck up. [The phone flies against the wall of the combat room, shattering on impact. He paces angrily back and forth before going to his duffel bag and pulling out a flask.  He'd known what to expect on this call, thanks to his dad warning him. But he was still boiling mad. Taking a long drink. he lets out a shaky breath turning to see Serena standing there. He sniffs and wipes his eyes, holding the flask out.] Drink? I'm in the mood to not feel or remember.

[russell-hier-blog]

[Sliding down the wall, Knight can only watch as his target gets away. His arm felt broken and he'd used up a lot of his aura in the fight. It was infuriating and disappointing and fuck, his arm really hurt. Applying pressure lightly, he can't help the groan of pain that escapes him.] Fuck. [Hearing someone approach, he grits his teeth, sparking what little of his aura is left to form his normal suit-of-armor style costume. It stays in place for a moment but flickers away, steam rising off his skin.] Fuck.