lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
static, she had her arms wrapped around herself, crying out…sobbing, face red, tremors…
two hands clutching the radio, fuck the code, “kelsey, where the fuck are you.”
he’s saying this through a cigarette and the only thing he can hear are her cries.
he can’t track her.
he can’t save her.
“breathe and tell me where you are.”
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
distorted figure. She spoke the code into her walkie talkie. But her aim trembled when she saw the locket. The splochy…
he hears crackling, feedback, something electric and frantic coming through the walkie-talkie on the bedside table. he slithers to pick it up, “hello? where are you? are you ok?” he sits sternly over the device, something’s wrong, something’s bad, he can feel it in his gut.
no matter how dark and empty his gut was.
“hey! answer me!”
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
head. “I’ll be fine.” she said. She was small, amd…growing. She didn’t
/sure/
——-
he’s laying on the bed, a cigarette that was almost gone in his mouth and an apple in one hand. he’s throwing it up and catching it and just thinking. felix was taking a nap, his only toys surrounding him.
it was dark out but he didn’t know what time it was.
it was quiet except for the talk in the pub downstairs.
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
She was pushing eggs…slices if bread around in a pot. She looked over. “I’ll go hunting…
“a new bat? hoho, fancy, but that’s all right,” he pats his gun, “i’ve got this baby.” he crosses his legs and eats a little bit, then notices she doesn’t have much on her plate. “you want some more? i’m done growing, i don’t need much food,” he says, “plus, you’re gonna be out all night apparently.” he purses his lips and looks a little concerned. “i can always get some food while you’re gone, too, if i get hungry. a guy down there wants to play cards,” he motions toward the door.
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
“Buttered toast.” she said, ignoring
he sighs and walks over to the bed, rubbing the kid’s head, “hey, cat, wakey wakey, eggs and bakey,” he says, tickling him until he’s sitting up. “so, what’s on the agenda, today?” holden asks, facing kelsey.
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
She nods. “cant really relate.” her family was dead. She rubbed her hand over his back.
~~~~~~~~~~~skip~~~~~~~~~~
here’s a picture of ryan gosling and his dog that i edited
———————
holden puts out his cigarette.
it smells like food, good food.
“what’s for breakfast, sweet cheeks?” he says with an impudent smile.
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
offered part of the blanket. “what about?”
“just my family,” he says, shrugs, getting beneath that covers.
one arm extended because of the cigarette.
“i’m tired.”
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak liked…
stared across at…blanket and sleepy. “Hm?” her face looked childlike. Innocent in it’s…
“fuck, my back hurts.”
he re-lights the cigarette next to him.
he climbs on the bed and sighs smoke.
“i had a bad dream.”
lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak liked your post: lolifreak reblogged…
soft kiss was planted on his forehead. Followed by a “night romeo.” no smoke. Just…sane…
he sits up straight, startled awake from a nightmare.
his back is stiff.
he had fallen asleep on the ground.
and his head hurts a little bit.
sun rays peek through the curtains covering the windows, golden, he can see the dust swimming through them.
and then his eyes cross and he rubs them and looks around.
there’s a dead cigarette next to him.
and an unconscious girl on the floor near him.
“shit.”
lolifreak liked your post: lolifreak reblogged your post: lolifreak reblogged…
he opens it, admires the little uniform, sardine can packaging for a second and then lights two, and hands her one.
“where were you again?” drunk, dark, lazy eyes. “oh- yeah, poker. looks like you, uh, won.”
he snickers.
this stupid chuckle that comes out of his nose.
and then it’s quiet and he smokes and he looks at her and he wants to kiss her again but,
he’s drunk,
and his head feels heavy.
