paper rose

est 2009 / rebooted 2017indie sara tancredi rp

[noahsflynn-archive]

Come back to me. Come back to me, sweetheart. Come back to me.

[inkedblueprints-blog]

~ I’m not one for long and drawn out speeches. I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you to the people that follow me, write with me and all that jazz that keeps me coming back here. It’s nice to have people to write with when it’s a character that I truly care about so very much. That being said– enough of this typing sentiment stuff and I’m going to get to the real reason I’m posting this. 

⋋ Prison Break Family ⋌

@origamiobligation // @pipearmed // @tancrxdi // @solutionist // @dcctortancredi // @have-a-little-faith // @whiphandman // @talkyang // @adoctorshaven // @voices-ringing-out // @inbredsin //

⋋ Those OTHER Blogs That I Adore ⋌

@coldnofeelings // @legendsofkrypton // @thatstreakinaflash // @oftroubledsouls // @mieczyslawr // @mockingxcanary // @bethewhitecanary // @bountyman //

⋋ Special Shout outs ⋌

@coldsflash (thank you for posting all the Human Stain stuff you’re my hero) // @hardyness (your blog is just beautiful okay) // @dear-indies (just because) // 

~ I know I’m missing someone and I know that once I realize it I’m going to kick myself for it but, that being said don’t hold this against me. I’m tired and I really do love each and every blog that bothers with me. 

[adoctorshaven]

I've truly never felt so honored before. This means the world to me. Thank you, so very much. ❤️

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: I don't think you're blaming me no. You don't have too. If anything happens to you... or Mike I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

minutes later

Sara: Michael, I'm sorry. I have to go pick up Mike at his friend's house.

[stydixa]

[adoctorshaven]

escape

[ofanescapist-deactivated2018091]

adoctorshaven:

Was this man going to be her savior? He offered to stay, sat down and even introduced himself. What kind of a person did that if they weren’t selfless. Sara didn’t know much or anything at all about the man across from her, but she did know that there was good in him. His eyes glistened with a twinge of nobility. A trait that Sara had lost from herself a long time ago; though now she was trying to turn her life around. “Michael,” Sara’s voice spoke softly, quivering slightly as she gave him a warm smile in turn. “Sara,” the smile was the only greeting she could give him without making a fool of herself by attempting to shake his hand. Perhaps he understood her inept ability at bodily gestures right now. “Ah, a man of intellect,” Sara smirked as she unraveled her arms and reached for the coffee of hers placed a safe distance away in case she knocked it over. Brains were never her type, she always went after the victims, the ones like her because they always had something she could benefit from; drugs. Lifting the coffee cup to her lips, Sara took a small sip, her eyes never leaving him. “Puzzles were never really a talent of mine,” the young woman admitted as she reached up and brushed a strand of her dark auburn hair away from her face.

She didn’t strike him as quite as jumpy as most people he’d met in her situation. The held gaze and conversation beginning smoothly. Whoever Sara was, she was good under pressure. Michael had respect for that talent, as for himself it was hit or miss when he maintained composure with stress or simply couldn’t. “I don’t know if I’d say it’s a talent, I’ve just always liked puzzles.” Obnoxiously so in his childhood, as he remembers. Where Michael had been curios and in need of answers his brother and mother had to chase him around and try to keep him from getting lost or make sure he cleaned up whatever mess he made searching.

Michael didn’t often share his reminiscing, bit when there was no point, but in attempt to keep conversation flowing he decides to make an exception to that. “When I was little my brother tied a bed sheet around my stomach to make a leash when we were by ourselves so I wouldn’t run off and make a mess taking something apart.” Usually those days would end in Michael tugging for an hour or so to escape his brother on principle rather than real desire to go anywhere and when he failed he would lay on Lincoln’s feet.

[adoctorshaven]

Puzzles were never really Sara’s forte.  When she was in medical school it was much easier for her to do them after a long night of studying and a cup of coffee in her hands.  Coffee got her through so much when she’d have recently did an up-all-nighter to cram in her extremely stressful study habits.  Coffee had become her savior many, many times over.  Coffee and puzzles helped her concentrate more easily, but since this deadly addiction she had, a lot of her old habits were slowly dying.

Sara gave Michael a small, simple smile and nodded.  “Maybe you’re talented in ways you don’t know.”  Look at her, trying to be the Gandhi of this little coffee pit stop with a date rape drug most likely coursing her veins.

At Michael’s memory, Sara couldn’t help but laugh lightheartedly as he told the story.  “Sounds like your brother had a trouble maker on his hands,” still with the smile, Sara sipped slowly at the now cold coffee in her cup.  “I don’t blame him for wanting to keep an eye on you.”  It was strange.  Even though she had just met him, Sara felt as though she’s known him all her life.  Was it always like that?  “But your childhood sounds much more like a childhood than mine could ever try to be,” she mutters, dipping her head and wrapping her fingers around the cup as she looks into the liquid.

[splitscreen]

michael + holding heads during hugs vs. sara + kissing heads (feat. each other and mike)

[adoctorshaven]

going to get to the replies I owe when I get home and settled. <3

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: He doesn't even know me Sara. I've got seven years to make up for.

Michael: I'll be fine. You know nothing's going to happen to me.

Sara: Do you think I'm blaming you for any of this?

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: I wish I could explain everything to you like this but, I just can't. I will though. All of this will make sense to you one day Sara.

Michael: I know that you'll take care of Mike. I never doubted that.

Sara: The only thing I care about right now is that you're alive, Michael.

Sara: Mike is going to be fine. He has the both of us now.

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: I'm not so sure about that.

Michael: You shouldn't have to sleep with a gun under your pillow. That was the whole point of what happened. Why I did what I did. To keep you safe...

Michael: Me being back is what's causing all of the problems though and you may not care but, I promise you I do.

Sara: We would have been safe if you were with us. I wish you could see that.

Sara: You know I would give up my life just to keep our son safe, and if it comes down to that, I won't hesitate. If Jacob tries anything, Michael, I swear I will. For him, for you.

[a-writers-insanity]

Re-blog if you can write in cursive.

I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.

[sp00pypunkins]

Also because I assume everyone is like 16 reblog with your age in the tags?

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: I'll always apologize. For everything... from day one.

Michael: Being right isn't what matters. I just don't like not being there to protect you. That's what bothers me.

Michael: What if something happens before I get there?

Sara: You're a good man, Michael, you always were.

Sara: I sleep with a gun under my pillow now. I can protect me and Mike until you get here.

Sara: You're in our lives again, I don't care about what happens after that.

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: I'm sorry that you're in the middle of this all over again. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Michael: I had a plan. I had a plan and this wasn't it.

Michael: You can't say you don't feel well forever. Sooner or later he's going to know something's up. Are you even sure that texting me is safe?

Sara: Stop apologizing. I'm not blaming you for this, I never blamed you.

Sara: I know. And it's okay.

Sara: You're right, you've always been right. It's probably not, but I don't feel safe talking to anyone else anymore.

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: If I would have known he was around Mike I would have been back sooner. It's better that he's not there as long as you know you can trust whoever he's with.

Michael: Jacob is going to know something's wrong if you're sleeping in the guest room.

Sara: Honestly, I don't know who to trust anymore. I don't know who's lying, what the truth is. And I'm scared for Mike's sake. I'm scared that Jacob might do something.

Sara: I told him I wasn't feeling well.

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: It's hard I know but, you have to try. It's the safest thing to do. For Mike and for you.

Michael: It's not going to be much longer Sara I promise.

Sara: Mike is over at his friend's house. I don't trust him being here.

Sara: I've been sleeping in the guest room.

Sara: Something always felt off about our relationship.

[adoctorshaven]

texting ✉️ michael

Michael: I'm here.

Michael: Don't worry about the time.

Sara: I can't stay here. I can't pretend that everything's okay when it's not.