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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄… stare through him, at him, around him– all of it, and all at once; the weight they carry pressing something immeasurable onto the teen’s shoulders, as his nearly knees buckle, and 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 begins to feel more & more as if a prison made from his own unfortunate design… the door became a wall, and the wall … turnt 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡.

“ what are you doing— ? “

♞ ▋; — a planned starter with @ezhoborus

#ezhoborus #tbt. act 2

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎. ██, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 ████████ 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡. 𝟷𝟽 𝚢/𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 ██████████ .

#self p.

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the concrete beneath her feet make her feel as if every step is a step closer to a cliff, pack weighing her down like an anchor. the boy beside her isn’t anyone special, potentially a friend, if she stays around long enough. she has just a mind to be gone like smoke, in the wind – a mere GHOST of a girl. she lets out a scoff at his question, pastor’s son / perfect student, she couldn’t even remember what miss howard taught.

“ no, think I skipped that class today. ” she’s not proud of it, or is one to flaunt it. school makes her cagey, makes her want to bite her nails even lower than they already are. she wonders if he’d even be talking to her if they didn’t live on the same street.

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆— not that theo would realize 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 which the truth behind that statement hides, pondering instead on it’s outward appearance as the duo walk side by side, as for all the pastor’s son sees of lauren are really just w͟h͟i͟s͟p͟e͟r͟s͟ ͟&͟ ͟t͟r͟a͟c͟e͟s͟ of her down the streets & hallways ; 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. cracking a grin, he’s always been friendly since he was a little boy, the teen aims his eyes down at the ground abashedly as they continue on down main street & past many shops; one of the approaching ones being an ice cream parlor where many students flocked 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕.

“ did ya’ wanna skip 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 too? “ theodore cocks his head towards the parlor’s r͟e͟d͟ ͟p͟a͟i͟n͟t͟e͟d͟ ͟d͟o͟o͟r͟ & colorful choice of glass with an ice cream cone hand painted onto it’s crystalline surface, jingle of bells tied to it’s frame chiming as a set of children flee it’s premises to their mothers across the road. this town, this speck of no mans land 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊, was almost too happy… and while that had been something theo hadn’t necessarily seen as a little boy, it was something he was starting to see 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 & 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇, as if looking desperately f͟o͟r͟ ͟e͟v͟e͟n͟ ͟a͟ ͟s͟i͟n͟g͟l͟e͟ ͟c͟r͟a͟c͟k͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟t͟e͟l͟l͟ ͟h͟i͟m͟ ͟h͟e͟ ͟w͟a͟s͟ ͟n͟o͟t͟ ͟a͟l͟o͟n͟e͟ in this sinking feeling that drags to the bottom of his feet.

#ezhoborus #𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : the future is hurtling this way &. 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 ! ( pre - the invasion of ezhoborus )

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑, something burning through the sky like flame down a wick, and it’s only just a fortnight away— lingering there on their edge of space 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 of it’s eyes focused on their blue planet, hungry maw ready to sink garish teeth into necks- fleshy & pink ; not a hint of abysmal black made 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔 like this creature intends, the lives of two teenagers unapologetically unaware.

“ do you have notes for missus howards test next tuesday? “

their back packs, likely stuffed with books they wear 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 & 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗, bumping together as they walk side by side down the sidewalk— shoes scuffing over chalk drawings & decades old cracks that their uncle’s uncle made once, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒃 with the bumper of his barely functioning old beater.

♞ ▋; — a planned starter with @ezhoborus

#ezhoborus