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BOYD HARRIS. 30. MARPOLE. Fry Cook. Father. Brother.

I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling teeth.

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#muse #about #vcintro

carlgallaghers

“Is that Liam’s clip-on?”

#muse #tag: the harris family #tag: harlow harris #//tabitha out here ATTACKING ME

—Starter for @noasantana Spooky Season: Fall Carnival

“Hey, No,” Boyd greeted, pulling her into a quick side hug. “Hope you’re not too disappointed it’s just me. Mads sends her regards, but unfortunately, she got a better offer...” Mattie was more tolerate of spending time with her dad than most kids her age, but when her best friend Savannah had invited her to the movies today, she couldn’t pass it up.

#c: noa santana teixeira #vchalloween #//short and sweet to start #:)

zara--harris:

Glancing his way, Zara frowned but kept quiet. Perhaps they knew more than they let on about how their brother felt. It was only speculation on their part, just a series of careful gazes over the years and their intuitive nature spinning in different directions, but they had little idea how to fix what was damaged between the two of them. Like they’d said - the two of them had never seen eye to eye. Especially not now with the ongoing fight between Boyd and Sawyer… Zara had already chosen a side and it wasn’t Boyd’s.

Attention returning to the little person before them, they reached down until their hands were interlocked with Mattie’s own after the girl had gotten done twirling and showing off her costume. A grin stayed firm on their face at their nieces enthusiasm at having them join and no ill-will or offense was taken to the girls sarcasm as Zara was delighted that the girl had wit.

The idea of staying with Mattie was tempting as they didn’t see their niece quite as much as they wished but Boyd… A glance in his direction seemed to how how little he wanted to be around Zara and they couldn’t ignore the pang of hurt at the rejection. If it were anyone else Zara would be out of here quicker than lightning as they didn’t like to be somewhere they weren’t wanted. But this was their brother and their niece and they deserved trying… So they begrudgingly stayed in place and cast a glance towards Boyd’s eyes. “What say you, Boyd?” They cast in his direction, gaze falling carefully over his face, studying. “Shall I show you guys how it’s done? Mazes are my specialty.” And their gaze finally dropped to Mattie, tilting their head upwards until their chin was high in the air and a satisfied grin appeared on their face once more. “I used to do the maze here every year when I was a kid; I never got lost.”

**

With Lila back in the picture, time alone with his daughter was more precious than ever. The blinding panic had faded once he made the leap and introduced the two of them, but there was still a very real fear that Matilda could be slowly slipping away from him. He could see it happening — how enamored the girl was with her mother, the way it tickled her to find her own traits and quirks reflected back at her in an elegant, adult body. Boyd didn’t have any outside reference for the power of a child’s relationship with their father, but he knew from his own upbringing just how important a mother was... As Mattie got older, there were certain things Boyd just couldn’t provide for her; Lila’s value in her life would increase even as his own diminished.

So as selfish as it was, he wasn’t eager to share Mattie with anyone today, much less his sibling who only seemed to vaguely tolerate him on the best of days. And with them barely even acknowledging his existence, he could think of nothing lonelier than watching more of his family carry on without him. But he could say that, and with Mattie already offering, he couldn’t contradict her now.

As if sensing his thoughts, Zara finally looked at him, asking for his input as if he had a say in it. The bitter part of him had to bite his tongue from saying something snarky like, ‘Ah, remembered I’m here, did you?’ Instead, he said a quiet, “yeah, sure, sounds fun.”

The cheerful atmosphere of the crowd seemed a million miles away now, and not even Zara’s recollection of a better time could pull him back to it. He followed a few steps behind while Mattie and them led the charge.

“Really?” Mattie giggled. “Last year it took us an hour. And daddy had to cheat and use the compass app on his phone...”

#c: zara harris #vchalloween #//boyd's being a mopey lil bitch because *let's all say it together* 'he. needs. therapy.'

sloaneleia:

One of the things that she loved about being with Boyd was the fact that despite all of their troubles, when they were together it was like they could conquer the world. It had always been the two of them against everything from the moment that they met. Their bond was undeniable and she knew that their souls would be connected for life no matter what. He was her person and she was his.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you want to back out now.” Maybe she was actually talking to herself once she noticed the sign and the big clown above them that somehow she had missed earlier but she wasn’t about to let Boyd know she was having second thoughts. They were next and she felt her heart racing, hands clammy but before she could even think, the worker was allowing them to go through. Her body leaned into Boyd’s, hand almost covering her eyes as people jumped out at her causing her to scream. Every corner they turned, she hugged onto Boyd and allowed him to lead her through the house. With every scream came a laugh, though, and when they came out of the other side, she felt an instant relief. “Remind me to never pick a haunted house again unless it’s like haunted teddy bears or something.”

**

Admittedly, a couple of the scare actors managed to startle him, but for the most part, he was too busy laughing at Sloane’s shrieks to get particularly scared. His right arm had gone a bit tingly from lack of circulation with how hard she was clutching at him, but it was a small price to pay for the laughter that rung out after every scream. It felt almost as if they were 17 again — young and dumb, and with he whole world ahead of them. He couldn’t say that they had ever been particularly carefree, but back then, they had no idea just how complicated life could get.

It still ate at him that he’d almost let them become one of the things that was complicated, that he threatened this easy familiarity all because he wasn’t willing to confront his reality. The thought of that was enough to pull her even closer, looping their clasped hands around so his arm was around her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. It was more affectionate than he usually was, but he was feeling sappy. Maybe her being drunk was rubbing off on him. All he knew was that it was the kind of gesture he knew she would appreciate. “You were very brave,” he cooed teasingly. “That’s gotta earn you an ice cream at least...”

#c: sloane kirkpatrick #vchalloween #//i had to change the gif because i found a more accurate one

ferromax:

LIPS CURL IN A MISCHIEVOUS SMILE, and a quick breeze passing by affords them a silent moment before he says, finally, “so you and sloane… what’s going on there, hm?” it’s been years since he’d last visited vancouver – the place might look exactly as he’d left it, but surely, some things must’ve changed. “i mean, she’s basically filling the mom role for tills, isn’t she? what role’s she playing for you, huh?” and he nudges boyd with a little too much force, nearly pushing him down the hill, really.

It wasn’t the first time someone had ever insinuated something sexual between him and Sloane, so it was definitely the hefty nudge that had Boyd almost tripping over himself trying to stay upright. “Why, you trying to suss out her relationship status, or mine?” he asked teasingly, doing his best to appear good natured about the topic. In truth, he didn’t mind discussing his own sex life, but he felt protective of Sloane’s privacy. He got the sense it was something she didn’t like out in the open. The only details Boyd had ever been able to suss out of her were the random blind dates he’d managed to convince her to go on over the years.

#c: max ferro #vchalloween

marissa-coopermoved

About Time (2013) dir. Richard Curtis

#muse #tag: the harris family

sawyer-harris:

Despite the distance that years had put between them, the act of cool indifference was not an easy one to keep up with. She was sure that she was showing through the cracks in her pieced together armor, that if he’d just look at her, the hurt little girl who just wanted her brother’s approval and admiration would be standing there in front of him, the hunch of her shoulders offering the apology she would not allow past her lips. Sawyer was sorry, had replayed the harsh words dished from both sides over and over in her head, but she was not sorry because she thought she was wrong. If he was waiting for her to admit so, he’d be waiting forever. This was not a fight she was going to back down from first.

The sound of his scoff might as well have been that of nails on a chalkboard, Sawyer’s shoulders lifting towards her ears, as if to shield them from the terrible sound. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks (she’d never been good at hiding her emotions, negative or otherwise), and that only added to her anger that his reminder fueled.

“Yeah, well, you’d have to actually pull your head out of your ass to hear it. Wearing it like a hat’s so not the serve you think it is.” She taunted to his back, watching the roll of his shoulders as he reached for something in his back pocket. It was only when the familiar click of the lighter that Sawyer realized what it’d been, and her nose scrunched in disgust. It was 2022, who still smoked cigarettes?

“Ew, you so cannot smoke here.” Hypocritical, maybe, considering Sawyer’s fingers had subconsciously located the Puff Bar tucked into her pocket, words breathed out around a cloud of energy drink flavored vapor. “Sorry,” she leaned forward to tap him on the shoulder. He’d asked for a reminder, and he was receiving one. “Did you hear that, Boyd? Was that worth listening to or should I try again?”

**

If they weren’t in public, and Boyd didn’t possess any sense of self-preservation, there were a million different things he could’ve said in that moment. But none of them would help the situation at hand, and any temporary satisfaction he gained would be far outweighed by the absolute shitstorm that would rain down on him the second Sawyer went crying back to Mom and Zara. It didn’t matter that they were all adults now, that Boyd no longer had the ‘privilege’ of more life experience, to everyone except Sawyer apparently, he was the older brother expected to know better. Whenever it suited her, Sawyer still got to be the defenseless baby.

The cigarette gave him something to do besides biting his tongue, and it kept his hands occupied when he was certain he was mere seconds away from shaking with rage. Fuck this, he was a heartbeat away from taking his chances with indecent exposure; anything was better than being in this interminable line with the biggest brat the world had ever known...

He lit up, ignoring her chiding and hoping she’d get tired and leave him alone. Everyone he loved left, right? She’d have to get the message eventually... But of course he could never be so lucky, and instead she was tapping on his shoulder, demanding his attention. Always demanding something, Jesus fucking Christ!

Demanding his time. Demanding space. Demanding answers he didn’t fucking have! Nothing ever seemed to satisfy her, but it didn’t stop her from sucking him dry just the same.

“Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?!” The words exploded out of him, any previous restraint blown in an instant. He turned around to face her, his eyes like fire. “Jesus Christ, enough already! I get it — I’m a piece of shit, you hate my guts — now can you please let me live my miserable life with some modicum of peace?” He didn’t have the patience to get shit on again tonight; he could speed this up and fill in the blanks himself.

#c: sawyer harris #vchalloween

harlow-harris:

“Ok, ok” Harlow said, hands up in a surrender motion. Apparently he had misread the situation, but still.. “The way you were talking, it seemed like more then just a simple fact but; you do you” He shrugged. “Regardless, the whole costume thing will look cute; definitely take photos” Harlow added. He wasn’t sure if him and Sawyer would be going over for Halloween activities. He had a small spark of hope that they might; but he knew it was likely to be a fight either way. While it would be unlikely that it would end with a screaming match, or anything like that, there would likely be quiet resentment either way.

“Ahh, sweet” Harlow said with a genuine smile. “You deserve it man, I think I had my own room like, junior year of college? It is definitely a different, but nice, feeling” He occasionally dreamed of having his own apartment, a whole place to himself, but he had a feeling he would probably miss the chaos that came with having roommates. Having his own room though? There was no way he would go back to having a direct roommate. At least until that roommate was also someone he was seeing.

“Also, I was wondering” Harlow lowered his voice slightly “Have you figured things out with Lila yet?” Since Sawyer was off limits for now, it meant that Harlow felt like maybe this was a subject he could at least touch on. Depending on Boyd’s reaction though, it could be something else that he easily dropped and changed the subject.

**

In typical Harris fashion, Boyd was certain Harlow had more to say about the situation, but unlike some members of the family, Boyd had the decency not to pressure him. Not that he was sure he wanted to know his brother’s opinion on this matter; his mother getting tipsy one time and telling him he should have gotten Sloane knocked up instead of ‘that wino floozy’ was all the reminder he needed to never ask his family for advise on his relationships....

“You’re welcome to come join us,” he said, though the message behind his brother’s request was painfully clear. Harlow was spending the holiday with Sawyer, and Sawyer was not spending it with him. Which was fine — he didn’t want to see her either — but it sucked that Harlow’s loyalty would always be to his twin first.

But he appreciated how lightly Harlow was stepping, so when he brought up Lila, Boyd decided he could throw him a bone. Especially because, even though Sloane was now involved in the whole process, there were still certain things Boyd hadn’t told her...

“Not really,” he shrugged, eyes suddenly intent on the display in front of them. “We’re still doing just supervised visits. I let her take Mattie to the beach for her birthday...” It all sounded almost normal — until you factored in the time he tried to hate-fuck her, or the other time he ended up sobbing in her arms. He was pretty sure he’d need a team of psychoanalysts to figure that shit out...

“What did you think of Lila? Back when we were dating?” he asked, the question abrupt without the context behind it. “It’s just- I never really asked you, y’know, back then...” Everyone had freely given their opinion after she left, but strangely, his brother’s wasn’t among them. Apparently, Harlow was the last family member he could count on to be even remotely on his side, so his seemed like the only one that really mattered.

#c: harlow harris #vchalloween

zara--harris:

The tiny voice of her niece through the crowd had them grinning before they even turned. The light of their life was probably their niece when they thought of it. They had never considered children themselves - just based on the fact that they didn’t think they’d do much good raising anyone or anything more than a pet - but Mattie was a light in their life that often made them contemplate if they were wrong. After all, the little girl was pleased to see them, wasn’t she? So they couldn’t be all bad…

The problem with the reunion was that Boyd was present. And Boyd didn’t seem to like Zara much. Zara couldn’t say that Boyd was her favorite person either so this made for an awkward interaction regardless of intentions. Nodding lightly in greeting to him at his hello, they brought their eyes down onto the little girl who had enraptured them at the first sight. They still remembered when Boyd introduced them to one another; being so enamored with someone on first sight was difficult for Zara to comprehend as they’d never felt that way before Mattie was placed in their arms. Tiny feet and hands had been captured by Zara’s own and they held her tightly to their chest, afraid that at any moment they could do something wrong and it would all end in disaster.

They still felt that way when looking at her now, watching the little girl beam up at her. Reaching down, they tangled their hand in her hair and sent them a beaming, genuine grin - a rare sight to behold. “You get bigger every time I see you, booger!” The familiar nickname trailed from their mouth and they bent at the knee, pulling the little girl into a hug. “What are you two up to tonight?” They asked the both of them, wondering if they would change their own plans tonight to match the two of them.

**

Boyd tried to pretend that Zara’s quick nod didn’t hurt, or that it didn’t confirm what he already suspected. He’d at least put in the effort of a syllable, but they couldn’t even manage that before their attention was straight back to Mattie. Cool, message received. He’d just go fuck himself...

It wasn’t like he expected any better. He and Zara had never really seen eye-to-eye even when Sawyer wasn’t whispering in their ear like some sort of blonde Wormtongue. But it might have been nice to feel like someone in his family was on his side for once. And not just putting up with him because he brought Mattie to the table....

Mattie, for her part, preened under Zara’s attention, doing a little twirl to show off her Annabeth Chase costume. “We’re doing this, silly!” she said, with the kind of playful sarcasm that was only amusing because of her age and size. If it were anyone else, Boyd might warn her off about manners, but Zara knew Mattie’s particular brand of humor. And if they didn’t, well... maybe they deserved to be offended a little. “Do you wanna join us? We were gonna go try the maze!”

#c: zara harris #vchalloween

hiten-mosaad:

“A simple man?” Hiten wiggled their eyebrows. “You’re one of those: take a date to the movies and let your hands touch as you both grab popcorn kind of guy?” they asked. Boyd looked the part as well, though Hiten felt like they had seen some chaos in him too, so it couldn’t always be simple. “My cardboard box, you mean? I don’t think we’ll both fit in there. But you can call me, I’ll give you advice.”

**

“Yeah, maybe when I was 12,” Boyd scoffed. He’d like to think he’d graduated to something a little more... at least PG-13. Though, in truth, he had been years since he’d last been on a proper date. Simple to him meant it barely took more than a drink before he was down for whatever. “Shit, dude, you haven’t found better yet?” he asked, feeling like an insensitive jerk now for his comment. “Look, if you ever need a place to crash, the house has more room than we know what to do with. You’re welcome to stay on our couch.”

#c: hiten mosaad

seydaxbulak:

Şeyda smiled at Boyd, nodding her head. “Pumpkin carving is a lot of fun,” she had not made her way over to that part of the festivities yet. As his daughter seemed interested in her candle making, she found herself looking at Mattie. She wondered if Boyd hadn’t pretended that his daughter didn’t exist when they were dating if things would have turned out differently. Not that she had lingering feelings for Boyd, but she knew she wouldn’t have minded a minute if she had known about Mattie from the beginning. “Well first you get to pick what ever color wax you want, you can even pick more than one color.” She told Mattie with a smile, “then they have lots of scents you can pick from so it smells however you want it to. After you had the little wick,” she pinched her fingers,” so you can light the candle, you get to pour the melted wax and let it harden up and poof, you have a candle.”

**

As Şeyda explained the various steps of the process, Mattie examined the candle as closely as she could without ripping the thing right out of the woman’s hands. Boyd was glad he had been able to impart some manners on his daughter, because that was the only thing stopping her; the girl was a little engineer in the making, and once her tiny wheels got moving, almost nothing could slow her down. “Daddy, can we do that instead?” Matilda asked, looking up at him and then back towards Şeyda. “Can you show me?”

#c: seyda bulak #vchalloween

ferromax:

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“YOU, MAN… THAT’S WHY I LIKE YOU!” he says through gritted teeth, clasping his hands on boyd’s shoulders, trying to keep his excitement down when the rest of the party is only a couple of feet away. he’s less worried that they’ll get caught and more worried that they’ll have to share. “well, yeah. and to bump uglies with your best buddy in a tent. but hey, one step at a time.” he winks at boyd but erupts into laughter shortly after. “so, where’d you leave the kid tonight?”

**

Boyd laughed at Max’s enthusiastic response, barely able to tamp it down when a few curious eyes looked back to see what could have caused such a commotion. He wasn’t exactly keen on advertising he’d come out here with contraband, not just because it was ill-advised, but because he knew he couldn’t count on the rest of the group to be so well prepared. The last thing he needed was 20 strangers hounding him for weed.

“The kid and Sloane are doing girls night,” Boyd explained. “I’m apparently not allowed to know what happens, but I saw a receipt for paint on the kitchen counter, so I think they’re painting her new room. If I don’t come home to them tomorrow morning high on paint fumes, I’ll consider it a win...”

#c: max ferro #vchalloween

Somehow I got nominated as the king of sadness I've got so much I know that I could even feed the birds And that's why I prayed, I prayed God sent me right to voicemail It's like all day my vanity is for sale Take it away, my head is in my own hell

Sing to me, I am not doing well Getting tired of my own words Sing to me 'cause I can't hear myself Through the loudness of my own hurts Call me selfish when I say this, say this I'm kind of helpless and I need you Sing to me 'Cause I'm not doing well

#muse #music #//i'm just really emo tonight y'all i'm going to bed now

—Starter for @zara--harris Spooky Season: Monster Mash

“Zara!” Matilda yelled, attracting the attention of several more people than the one she was actually trying call out for. The girl didn’t seem particularly bothered by that fact, but her father felt more than enough embarrassment for the two of them. Not that he didn’t love the way his daughter was so clearly enamored by his siblings, but more so that, well... Boyd wasn’t entirely sure his siblings were so enamored by him. Harlow - bless him - tried his best to stay impartial, and in literally any circumstance, James was rooting for chaos to win, but he knew for damn sure Sawyer was doing a better job than him campaigning to get mom and Zara on her side.

So he wasn’t exactly psyched to see Zara out and about. But Mattie was already making her way over, so Boyd was powerless to do anything but follow.

“Squeaks, you gotta wait for me,” he directed first to his daughter, unable to pass up the opportunity for a little gentle parenting. It was the closest he could get to telling her off for dragging him into what was certain to be an uncomfortable situation. “This place is too crowded for you to run off on your own.” That advise dispensed, he finally turned his attention to his sibling. “Hey.” It was a lame greeting, but anything else would be disingenuous. And he was certain fault would be found with it either way.

#c: zara harris #vchalloween

liladurmaz:

It broke her heart to hear him sob like that, only tearing through her deeper knowing she caused the pain bubbling behind it. She felt his body shake in her arms, holding him as tight as she could against herself. All of it held behind his walls for so long. It all seemed to pour out of him in a rush. Lila didn’t tried to hold the leaks, but let herself drown in the waterfall of it with him. He smelled the same. He felt the same. Her hand ran up into his hair.

“It was the best I could do.” Everyone worried they’d fail the people they loved. She did. She disappointed each and every one of them.

“If all it took was me wanting to be better for you to actually get better, than I would have been the day I met you Boyd.” Her voice only loud enough for him to hear. She wished it was so easy. She wish it was only a matter of wanting it. Lila could remember the conversations she’d had with herself back then, convincing herself he’d stop picking up her pieces eventually or how no one would find it cute anymore when she reached a certain age. More than anything, she never wanted him to think she drank because of him at all.

For now she could ignore the past tense of his admission. For now he could ignore the smell of alcohol all over him. This was about being there for him.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again. Lila blinked away some of her own tears, trying not to let herself crumble completely. “Being loved by you was the greatest part of my life, Boyd. I hope one day you get to a place where you can love again, because you do it so beautifully. Who ever gets to be loved by you is so lucky.” She hummed.

**

Even now, Boyd knew that he’d look back on this moment in the morning with a deep sense of shame — that he’d curse himself for this show of weakness, and blame whatever came next on what was happening right now. Showing Lila any vulnerability was dangerous, and with a single sob, his meticulously built defenses had crumbled into dust. Tomorrow, he would begin the laborious work of building them back up again, but he knew with resigned certainty that they could never be as strong as before. The damage had been done, and there was no coming back from it.

But that was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, he could mourn. He was too tired to do anything else. He could let himself feel the unimaginable grief he still carried, with the only person who could possibly understand it. He could find comfort in the arms of the only woman he had ever truly loved. He could cling to her like he should have done some eight years earlier, like it was somehow his fault for ever letting go...

‘I wanted it to be you,’ he thought, and it was like he was uncovering something from a dusty old attic, an ancient heirloom he’d stored far away and forgot even existed. But there it was: a thought he had long since abandoned... ‘It was supposed to be you.’ There was a time when he thought he would love her forever, certain no future existed that didn’t have her in it. The way their bodies melded together every time they made love, he’d even convinced himself they were meant for each other. He couldn’t remember all the reasons anymore, but he still remembered the way that it felt — how nice it had been to belong somewhere, to someone, and know that they felt the same way about you.

He missed it. He missed it so much, he found it hard to breathe. And yet, somehow, air still filled his lungs, and every exhale gave voice to the thoughts he’d never meant to say out loud: “I wanted it to be you. It should have been you. Why isn’t it you?”

#c: lila durmaz #//it's not the baby it's the sad man....#lila005

harlow-harris:

“Ah nice, I bet she will look great” From what Harlow could remember about the books, an Annabelle costume wouldn’t be too difficult. He was also certain that Boyd had worked hard to get whatever was needed. Harlow raised an eyebrow at the other’s comment about Sloane. “Are you guys officially a thing now? Or?” He asked with a small smile, chin resting on his knuckle. He felt like he had seen them practically dancing around each other for forever at this point; and he thought that Boyd deserved to happy. If Sloane could provide that, then that was all he could really ask for.

Harlow didn’t miss the way Boyd’s body tensed at the mention of Sawyer. ‘So things are pretty bad then’ He thought to himself. It wasn’t exactly clear what had happened between the two other siblings; and while Sawyer wasn’t exactly talking; her actions were. He wasn’t even sure what he should do in this situation. Would it be better to push the issue? Get one of them to talk about what happened? Or would that just make everything blow up even more. The internal debate did nothing but make Harlow feel a bit queasy.

He was pulled out of his internal dilemma by the other’s voice “Ohh yeah that tracks” Solid 8 year old logic right there. “You guys have been there for a few months at this point, right? How’s it treating it you?”

**

If Boyd had been drinking something, Harlow’s question of whether or not he and Sloane were together now would have been the moment for a comically exaggerated spit-take. He knew how their situation looked to outsiders: two people (of opposite genders, if we wanted to get heteronormative about it...) living and raising a child together. He wasn’t shy about saying he loved her, and he gave out compliments whenever she deserved them. It wasn’t the first time someone had assumed they were a couple, and in general, it didn’t bother him what anyone thought. But Harlow... Harlow knew it had never been about that — right?

“What? No! She’s just gonna look great — that’s an empirical fact.” Of course Sloane was gorgeous; Boyd wasn’t blind. But she was far too important to muddy up with messy feelings. Things like sex and romance only gave someone an excuse to eventually leave. He was far too fucked up in that department; for all he knew, that part of his life was over.

“It’s been great,” he nodded. “I’ve got my own room for the first time in... fuck, how long’s it been?” Once Sawyer and Harlow had been old enough that sleeping in the same room no longer made sense, it was the brothers who had to bunk up together. From there, Boyd had moved in with Lila, and once she left, he’d always shared a room with Mattie. All things considered, it had been at least two decades since Boyd had fallen asleep without someone else in the room with him. It was lonely just as much as it was liberating.

#c: harlow harris #vchalloween

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