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nora-williams:

The man who was currently approaching was unfamiliar, something that likely should have caused her unease, but at this point she was simply relieved that he was the only thing to exit the house. Most of the morning had been spent looking over her shoulder, half expecting to see Avery’s pale face and distorted grin watching her from the kitchen window. His meek smile also seemed to promise that he was no threat, and although she knew it might be naive to trust something so small, right now she just wanted to believe that things would get better. 

It took her a moment to realize that he had asked her a question, and when her reply came, it was uncharacteristically awkward. “I’m sorry, no, it’s  ” she caught herself, shaking her head slightly at the strange wording. “I mean, no. You’re, um, welcome to sit there.” The girl shifted over slightly to leave the man more room, offering the ghost of a smile as her hands came to rest in her lap.

His meek smile slowly pulled into a larger one as she shifted, his head gently nodding in response as he brought himself down to sit beside her, both legs in the pool now. He was surprised, honestly, that the other welcomed him into the spot. With how weird things were in the house now, it wouldn’t be all that surprising if she told him to fuck right off. But there was something about this girl, something soft and pure. The vibe that radiated off her was refreshing, to say the very least. Once he was sat beside her he placed the small wooden box down on the ground and took the time to look at her foot that wasn’t in the water.

“What happened?” He asked as he gestured to the fresh wound. “You didn’t step on a nail, did you? I did that once, hurt like a fucking bitch for a few weeks and made it impossible to walk.” This was clearly an attempt at conversation, a single brow lifting as he unlocked the small wooden box and plucked a pre-rolled joint from within along with a lighter. “You smoke?” He asked in a muffled tone as he placed the joint between his lips.

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theoharpcr:

the blonde had a lot of alcohol induced fights but nothing hurt worse than this bite. his heart was racing and he felt like all the blood was pouring from his body. he was so out of it. he was so high later that he couldn’t sleep but something knocked him out and took over his mind. that same something that was lurking in the basement. he didn’t want to believe it. he wanted to forget and let his mind be hazy until he could go home. he didn’t want to experience anything but he knew he was fucked when he heard that laugh. it was maddening. he thought he was losing his mind. thankfully wes found him and could help him fix it up. 

he nodded his head as he heard the other speaking. he wasn’t sure if he could sit there but he was glad wes was helping to keep himself stable. he really was a dream come true. a great friend. “i’m trying.” he winced once the towel touched his blood soaked skin. he felt soothing but the water against the cut was terrible. “yes. i’m not sure what but it bit me.” he shook his head. he wasn’t sure how much his friend would believe but he didn’t do this on purpose. he wasn’t taunting anyone. he was just begin himself and dealing with his troubles at his own pace. “thanks.” he said softly, keeping his eyes focused on wes as he kept the towel against his skin, hoping the blood would stop. 

“You’re doing great buddy.” Wes said, though he wasn’t even sure what to do next. His hands frantically pulling items out of shelves and cabinets until he stumbled upon a shitty, old, blue plastic box with FIRST AID written in black marker. This would do, it’d do nicely. Kneeling on the ground before Theo, Wes propped the box up on his other leg and felt a small scoff leave his lips. “I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I?” He asked, a meek attempt to draw a smile out of the other. Though by the looks of it, Theo wouldn’t be smiling any time soon.

With alcohol in one hand and gauze between his index and middle finger a cautious hand lifted to the towel which had been soaking up the blood that just seemed to refuse to stop. “Don’t thank me yet,” he murmured as he carefully pulled the towel away and began cleaning the blood off his bicep. “Alright, grab the towel on the tub and bite on it. This is about to hurt like a fucking bitch.” Wes warned as he continued to gently dab the bite mark before tossing the soiled towel to the side and uncapped the brown bottle of alcohol. “But the last thing we need is for you to get an infection on top of the blood loss.”

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ladyastorias:

She was here, right? Only fear of change was stopping her in her tracks, so with a heaved sigh she took off her sunglasses and walked up the stairs to the manor. The closest the got to the house, the more this strange feeling of anxiety creeped over her being. a kind of chill she hadn’t felt since the walls around her were white and sterilized. The day her father died.

She was gonna hate this, her hate was going to push her into a corner, and being in a corner was going to make her step on a lot of toes.

She’d completely ignored the figure standing off to the side until she was addressed, a man possibly her brother’s age with a grungy sort of feel to him. Astoria looked him up and down, but she held off on turning up her nose— for now. “Do I look like the cop?” Tori asked. She snatched the joint from his lips an put it to her own. The hit shit took was large, an expert inhale that she blew back into the guys face as she waited for him to answer.

“Maybe one of those undercover cops who go to high school to try and find who started the drug ring.” Wes shrugged as she took the joint from his fingertips. This caused a warm feeling to blossom in the center of his chest as he looked her over. He definitely recognized her now. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he cocked his head to one side, “wait, Astoria, right?” He asked, but that was just to keep up appearances. He knew exactly who she was now that he got a good look at her whole face.

Wes and her older brother were actually friends for a decent portion of his life. It wasn’t until he began to hang out with Theo and Teo did their relationship begin to fall apart. Maybe it was Wesley’s fault, or maybe it was her straight edge brother who couldn’t seem to handle a little excitement. Either way, the relationship was strained. “Careful with that, it’s some strong shit.” He insisted as he took the joint back and placed it between his lips. “Only meant for experienced smokers.” He murmured.

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xohonor:

Honor’s eyes widened as she was hit with a strong odor as soon as the door opened. She scrunched her nose and was honestly too stunned to respond straight away. Of course this guy thought she was a kid.Every single person she met did, unless they knew her. And it wasn’t like she could help it. She stopped growing at five feet and three inches. She was always going to look like a baby. She shook her head and stopped the thought-rant she was having. She straightened her back and looked up at the man with a hand on her hip. “Okay, first of all I am not a girl scout. Second, I’m twenty-three years old and I’ve never been a girl scout,” she poked her finger into his chest. “And third, maybe if you didn’t smoke so much marijuana, you would be able to differentiate literal children from small adults. And also I’m sorry for poking you, I got a little heated,” she huffed.  

The moment the other spoke Wes genuinely felt himself taken back, but only a bit. His brows lifted and his head pulled back, but his smile remained. Wide and large as she went on about how incredibly wrong he was. Which, was a massive surprise to him. And actually lead a bit of sadness to pulse through his veins. She definitely did not have any Tagalongs. “Are you sure...” Wes responded, though with her outburst it was abundantly clear he was entirely in the wrong. “You don’t have any girl scout cookies? Not even thin mints?” 

One hand lifted to hold his chest where she had poked him and a faux gasp falling from his lips as he furrowed his brow and took the blunt from his lips. “My word, are you trying to get arrested? I should call the cops right here and now I think you might have pierced flesh.” Cue him to gently rub the spot where she poked him, or, where he thought she poked him. Honestly the girl’s touch was similar to that of a butterfly’s wings. He barely felt it. “I think you might need this more than me.” Cue him to hold the joint toward the other, a broad smile on his lips as he cocked his head to one side.

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Horrific Headcanons / accepting.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

He may or may not find pleasure in causing people pain when they have caused pain on someone he loves. For example, when he took a crowbar to some dude’s jaw because he put his hands on his brother Wes definitely enjoyed it. He’s got a lot of suppressed anger that can easily be taken out on people physically but he smokes so much pot he doesn’t really get the energy to physically fight like he used to. Plus he’s older and wiser so it takes a lot more to really piss him off.

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Horrific Headcanons / accepting.

☹ Name one person they would kill for.

stares intensely at this question. I can’t pick one for him he’d literally kill for @jindaehan, @theoharpcr and @jovanov. But really it’s just them tied at the top bc mains :/

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Horrific Headcanons / accepting.

✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

oh BIG time @ his brother, @jindaehan. It’s honestly sad as hell because they’re siblings and like you should easily forgive them but he just can’t because his brother called him OVERBEARING and saying it’s no wonder Alexa ditched him like it hurts. OH, speaking of Alexa, @alcxamarsh is definitely someone else he’s sort of harboring some negative feelings for because she absolutely destroyed him??? Otherwise, he really lets go of things easily. 

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Horrific Headcanons

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horrificmemes:

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.

✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?

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soldiersilas:

     Silas had a pretty nice buzz going, like he did every night. It was almost impossible for him to sleep but alcohol and drugs helped, something that he had become very reacquainted with since his dishonorable discharge. Even then, sometimes it wasn’t enough to knock him out, and sometimes certain drugs made it worse, like the paranoia was being amped up. Those were the substances that he learned to stay away from after awhile, even if they were the best party drugs he could get his hands on. Maybe his mind was his own personal Hell, but drowning himself in alcohol was all he was able to do at this point.

     A beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, Silas made his way out to the backyard, hoping that there would be nobody out there so he could sit and drink in peace. The world had other plans in mind, so it seemed, as his eyes landed on a man that he hadn’t talked to in ages. One he knew was there, but he had been narrowly avoiding as much as he could. If there was one thing Silas didn’t like, it was old friends with rocky histories. He ended friendships for a reason and once that was over, there was little that could be done to mend it. 

     But, instead of just ignoring him, Silas decided to take the high road, striding towards his ex-friend. “Wes.” His greeting was short, almost as short as his temper. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he listened, giving him a shrug. Older. Roughed up. Like he had gone through the ringer 100 times over and over, which it felt like he had. “It has been a couple of years. Most people do look like they’ve aged. We can’t all have access to the Fountain of Youth like you apparently do.”

He almost felt wounded by the other’s presence, a single brow lifting as the short greeting. It wasn’t as if it hurt to see him, rather, the memories that came with him and the knowledge that life would never be like those days was what hurt. “Funny,” Wes smiled as he shook his head, this was, to say the least, awkward. The two had grown and changed so drastically over the years and all that remained between them was a charred bridge they had burned down when they were young and didn’t even really know what life was.

Wesley honestly couldn’t even remember what it was that sparked the fire but he knew it consumed their relationship and burned it directly to the ground. It’s then Wes realized he had drifted off in his thoughts and the air between them was thick. “I was, uh, just about to smoke a joint if you wanted to join me.” He paused, his head tilting as he straightened his posture, the realization that he didn’t even know if Silas smoked now slapping him in the face. “I mean, if you smoke. Y’know?”

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theoharpcr:

his eyes were starting to go blurry. his hand on the left arm was numb from the pain and everything was moving too fast for him to process. he wanted to keep moving but he couldn’t. he couldn’t stop replaying the scenes from the nightmare in his head over and over, either. it was keeping him against the wall. the thoughts that his mother was struggling and his step father being the abuser. it made him weak and everything in his body stayed still against the wall. he wanted to go home. he didn’t want to be here anymore with this thing taunting him. he could see the eyes, so black and terrifying. that was ingrained in his mind forever. 

he heard wes’ voice before seeing his face. he tried to focus and help the other as they moved to the bathroom but he was so shaken to his core that he couldn’t. he hoped the other would understand. “i wasn’t fighting anything. something bit me.” he exhaled, letting out a long breath that he was holding to keep the pain inside. it hurt so bad. it needed cleaned up but he couldn’t do it alone. he moved to take a seat on the toilet, glancing up at his friend as he moved around the bathroom. he was grateful and hoped it wouldn’t happen to anyone else. 

Truth be told he had instances where he had hurt himself and chose his own make-shift medical attention oppose to taking a trip to the doctor but no matter what he’s faced, nothing would compare to this. Theo looked as if he were bleeding out and the genuine panic of not being able to fix the problem began to pulse through Wesley’s veins. It’s in this moment, and this moment alone, he wished he finished high school and went to college. Or at least payed more attention when he did take himself to the hospital. The only knowledge he had in this moment was what he got from marathons of House and the occasional Mark Wahlberg movie. 

“Just, sit back.” Wes said as he assisted the other, one hand still extended toward him almost like a half-assed security in case the other actually lost his balance. He looked so out of it, almost like he was tripping on something far too strong. The other hand began searching for anything to hold water and he was doing well, not fumbling a single thing until Theo’s words pulsed through the panicked train of thought that had been guiding him. He paused, looking back to the other as his free hand began to wet a towel. “Something bit you?” He repeated as he cautiously brought the cold towel to the other’s shoulder, applying a faint amount of pressure. “Hold that, tight.” Wes demanded.

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nora-williams:

It had been over twelve hours since something had attacked the girl in the kitchen, and with only three hours of sleep from the night before, Nora was running off of fear alone. As soon as she had been able to locate a first aid kit (severely lacking in supplies, but thankfully there at all), she had hurried from the house. Or more accurately, whatever was in it. The girl had heard the stories surrounding Ida Crenshaw and her mansion, had even seen the horror on that tape, but she never could have imagined there was an evil within the house that could truly harm them. One hand resting on the hastily applied bandage over her abdomen, her pale blue shirt still stained with blood, she realized that she had been wrong. Her uninjured foot was lowered into the pool below her, the injured foot gently resting on the cement. It had been quiet since she had come out here, the house and its residents quite still, but as she hears the door to the house open, Nora realizes her solitude has come to an end. Tired eyes glancing towards the door, she tries to make out the figure with the harsh sun shining behind them.

You guessed it, Wes had just woken up and his mind was already reeling over those god damn videos. All he wanted was to find the exact spots every scene happened in and after spending nearly five hours in the basement he found the I Love Lucy saga and now he was on to the Family Reunion. He was sure to grab the small wooden box that held all of his weed and various party supplies in order to help him focus on his mission but the second he stepped outside, it was suddenly very, very clear he wouldn’t be alone. Which, was not how he planned this morning to go.

It was too late to turn back inside and pick a new mission as he saw the other’s head turn. A small, meek smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he gave her a half-assed wave before making his way down the porch steps and to the pool. It wasn’t until he was beside her did he see the stains against the pale blue cotton and a piece of him wondered if that were a fashion choice, then he noticed one foot out of the pool. “Is this spot taken?” He asked, gesturing to the foot with a half assed smile pressed on his features.

Sure, he had never really talked to the girl, let alone knew her in the slightest, but if he was going to be stuck in this house he might as well get to know his new room mates. And maybe figure out why the little one looked so distressed.

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theoharpcr:

along with the pool of blood oozing from his shoulder, theo woke up from the nightmare, his body wet, blood and sweat mixing together and causing a mess. he winced at the pain, ready to move across the room to fetch a towel but failing. it hurt so bad and he was on the verge of sobbing. the nightmare was so vivid. he wanted to cry forever. he wanted to call his mother to make sure she was okay. he couldn’t do any of that. he was helpless to the outside world. he shouldn’t have left. he shouldn’t have come to this house. who knew what his mother was going through with his step dad. 

finally able to gain the energy to move, he trotted into the closest bathroom, blooding falling down his body and making a mess of the sweats he was wearing around his waist. he felt like passing out so he found himself leaning against a wall in the hallway. he didn’t want to move, afraid he would find himself face down on the floor but he wasn’t sure where anyone else was, either. he sighed, glancing down to the floor, trying to take in the pain from the bite. hearing footsteps coming close, he shook his head, lifting his good arm to motion the person over. “a little help?” 

OKAY, Wes was done with his exploring for the night. He was suppose to head up to bed much earlier than this moment but something kept him distracted. He was so focused on finding the exact spot in the basement where the second video took place, he couldn’t help it. It almost felt like something was taunting him and keeping his attention anywhere but where it was meant to be, and that was with his friends. But after a few hours he had finally found it. He found the markings on the ground, the blood spill and the faded mark where the older man’s body had laid for longer than a few days.

As he made his way back up to Theo’s room he had a single joint in his hand with his other hand gently stroking his beard. But once he hit the top step he could hear a bit of a struggle coming from the direction of his room. With a quickened pace, Wesley rounded a corner and the sight he saw shook him to his core. He didn’t waste a single second and in one swift motion he wrapped one arm around Theo’s waist and lifted the other. “Who the fuck you fighting?” He asked, though he wasn’t looking for an answer as he brought the other into the bathroom not to far from their room.

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ok so i took my sweet ass time getting all this done and im a shitbag person for it but im SOS sorry I have a laundry list of excuses but what it all boils down to is, i had 2 make cupcakes and thats important

AND I STILL HAVE A BUNCH OF REPLIES TO DO but i figure I will get everything done over the weekend the attacks were the most important

i SHALL BE ON TOMORROW to discuss plots and shits for wes and imo because now I don’t have to think of anything except that stuff for a hot ass minute

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alcxamarsh:

She doubled over, laughing, and then forced herself to stop so she could respond. “I knew it would be heavy, jackass!” she retorted, offended. “You’re the one who didn’tcatch it.” Well, fuck. As long as nobody walked around here barefoot. She glanced down the hallway suddenly and waved him into the next room. “Okay, let’s bolt before anybody knows this was us. Or, should I say, you. I’m definitely blaming you if anyone asks.”

“So then WHY...” He began, though he knew the answer, propping his elbow up on his knee and running his hands through his beard he looked over the glass and rolled his eyes at her comments. Always his fault, that was usual. “You’re fuckin’ crazy you know that right? Someone’s gonna get cut.” Wes smiled as he raised a single brow, “oh fuck no, you even try to put the blame on me I’ll throw you right under the bus. Miss, oh lets take the heavy ass mirror off the wall!” He smiled as he quickly stood from his spot, taking a mental note to come clean this up later. That was their routine, wasn’t it? He’d always come and clean up the mess she’s left in her path.

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jindaehan:

        he stumbled back a step when he was lightly shoved , mainly because his laughter made his body weak and his success in scaring the shit out of wes was something to smile at in itself . it took a few seconds of daehan thinking about hugging him for it to dissipate , though . the smile was gone from wesley’s face , his eyes weren’t on him anymore , and daehan retreated into himself enough to decide to not go in for the affectionate action . it would certainly be out of character , anyways . the wall was up . they stood on separate sides again . he chuckled just enough to mask his disappointment , following wesley’s eyes and watching him trace the wall . it occurred to him what wesley had been doing before he approached him , and something in his chest constricted . it was just like their connection , for wesley to look for their grandfather in the details of the house . he felt a small pang of guilt for sneaking up on him in the middle of finding traces of their grandfather then proceeding to scare him with an obvious reminder of the man . daehan didn’t tend to think things over a second time once he made up his mind and impulsiveness took over .      ❛❛ did granddad work on this ? ❜❜      his tone dropped to something more appropriate than animal noises and shouting , becoming careful after knowing where they stood , and he took a step closer to inspect the work .

   he hated being careful around wes , but it was something he couldn’t help . he was afraid of losing him more than he already had , and god knew he was capable of saying the stupidest shit with the ability to drive people away in seconds . wes could be used to daehan , but that didn’t mean he had to tolerate him like he used to years ago . his statement made him press his lips together , but he forced himself to smile .      ❛❛ yeah , i was planning on stopping by with you later . ❜❜      he nodded , wondering if wes could hear the carefully coated amount of guilt that managed to leak out in his voice .      ❛❛ thought it’d be a cool … summer , fun surprise . ❜❜      he pressed his lips together again .      ❛❛ but you’re here , so . surprise i guess . ❜❜

The laughter that rang through his ears would have, once, been enough to relax even the most tense feeling in his stiff shoulders but that was before Daehan had said the words that just, crossed the line. It wasn’t the tone of voice his brother used or how loud he had gotten. It was the fact that he had just verified all of his insecurities in one loud statement and no matter how hard Wesley tried to push the memory out of his thoughts it always found a way to haunt him just as he’d fall asleep. At first, Wesley was just angry. Furious, even, that his brother would dare say he was over protective or suffocating him and everyone else he loved. But as time passed, Wesley realized he was right. For his entire life he felt this need to be the one who protect Daehan and everyone else because he was the oldest, and often blamed when something went wrong. If only Daehan knew how many times their grandfather had scolded Wesley for how often his brother was out. How often he actually had to stick up for him and how lax he actually was. But Wesley had a feeling that Daehan would never really know how much work he actually put into their relationship, especially now that he had completely stopped. “Yeah, you don’t remember him telling us about this hall?” Wes asked as he turned to look at his brother. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Remember, the wall next to the slider door. Under the stairs. It wasn’t always a doorway to the living room he had to knock it out and figure out what to do with the beams.” Wes rambled off though, he knew his brother didn’t care and he wondered if he actually remembered. Wesley could recall each and every story his grandfather told him from the most mediocre to the strongest life lessons, all of it was burned into his memory because he idolized the man, he wanted to be exactly like him. What Wesley didn’t realize was by isolating his family he had broken his grandfather’s oldest and strongest rule. “Well, surprise is right.” Wes said as he turned away from the wall and crossed his arms. He couldn’t imagine his brother would be sticking around for long, it’d be rare, really, for Daehan to be at the house for longer than a few weeks, it made Wesley’s head hurt to think about it, honestly. He couldn’t imagine just packing up and leaving, but Daehan and Wesley were dramatically different, but also the same. “Well, I guess I can stop looking around for Gramps old signatures for a minute and maybe grab something to eat. You hungry?”

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theoharpcr:

“the truth hurts, bud. do you want me to give you a cut and twist it around in the salt as well? i’m sure that will burn.” theo’s smile spread across his face. it often did when they were together. the other made him feel like he was on top of the world. like his lifestyle choices weren’t wrong. they had fun but also brought each other up when they were feeling down. they were there through break ups and fights with significant others. it was a deep friendship and theo cherished it more than anything. even the ones with imogen and zella. he was happy no matter the situation when theo and teo were involved. even this shitty one they were stuck in right now. “i’d never call you ugly. you’re one of the prettiest men i’ve met.” he grinned. “it was everything to me.” he said with a straight face before laughing again. 

“always here to make you happy.” he sighed. letting the warm air sink into his skin. he could be happy if this was how they were able to continue the rest of the summer. if there were no hauntings or anything in that nature. just him and his friends having a good time, going home and living their best lives. theo might consider doing something with his life if he had the chance to leave this house. theo was happy right now. getting high and drinking beers with one of his best mates. it was a good life. 

he went quiet. he didn’t want all of it to come out like this but it was bound to happen. he didn’t know the true stories but he had heard about the other run ins in the basement from others in the house. people were dead. he attended the make shift funerals and who knew what was coming next. he sighed, glancing over at his friend. he didn’t want to talk about it. he just wanted to drink and have fun with wes. “i’m not joking. it’s cursed and i’m not sure we’re going to make it out alive.” he glanced at the grass in front of him. “people are already dead. it’s been a rough week around here.” he accepted the beer being handed to him. “i promise. you can ask anyone inside. it’s a fucking mess.” 

“Well I mean, now we’re sort of marching into some BDSM territory...” Wes trailed off as his gaze lifted to the sky, “I am not looking to get those images in my head, they’ll never leave.” His smile is strong though it faded from the outlandish grin that consumed his features earlier. He brought the beer to his lips and took another sip as he relaxed into this feeling. A piece of him wondered if Teo would ever arrive, if it’d finally be the three of them like they had originally planned, or rather, what Theo wanted. Honestly, Theo had a lot of crazy plans, as Wes did and Teo, but in the end Theo’s adventures were always the best. “Ah, it’s the beard.” He mused as he used his other hand to gently stroke the facial hair. “I don’t know what it is, but the second someone turns twenty-two they are all about it.”

“The mission is mutual.” Wes smiled, though, he wasn’t sure if his words really expressed just what he meant. His head cocked to one side as he looked out into the trees that surrounded the property, honestly, it was more ominous than relaxing. Anything could be hidden in those woods, and with how hard it was to navigate the driveway a piece of Wesley wondered if people had ever gotten lost out there. He leaned his head against his shoulder as he propped his elbow up on the cooler, his lips pursed to one side as he turned to look up to the sun as it slowly set. “Looks like it’s gonna be a good night, at least.”

Theo’s silence was like the calm before a storm, it was nice but Wesley knew something was brewing behind those bright eyes. “Oh,” was all the older male could say, his eyes not once drawing back to the other as his words seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks. It was obvious, now, that he was serious. That something was happening, and once Theo mentioned the dead bodies, Wesley’s attention immediately drew to the other. “Wait, dead?” Wes repeated as a single brow lifted, his head tilting to the side only slightly as he furrowed his brow. “Are you telling me that those stupid fucking stories are actually... True? Wait, are you sure there isn’t a murderer or something in this house. You did say it got out of control a little with the invite list.” For some reason, the idea of a human committing these murders and attacks was almost more comforting. At least Wesley could hit a human.