; ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳˢ.

RONAN LANCASTER ! complete in blue or black ink. blood will count as extra credit. only lies told through a clenched jaw will be graded. you have until the end of tuesday’s THUNDERSTORM to complete. XXIII ; FILMMAKER

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[celatvm]

         @vcxinisms.

          “ Hey, uh... ” He’d never been good with words or... Feelings, not with people who weren’t Scarlett, so when it came to his friends, sometimes the Lancaster boy fell somewhat short... But this was Alma, he’d known Alma for as long as he could remember, and to be frank he’d be a bit of an asshole if he didn’t at least check on her. “ Did you get branded? ” Very sensitive, Ronan. “ B–Because I just... Wanted to see if you were alright. ”

[celatvm]

SCARLETT.

          the sorrow, the anguish is visible as it seizes her ever-green hues upon her nightmarish question being answered, head shaking, almost denying the whole thing in her mind. she couldn’t fathom it at all, could not mentally grasp the thought of a world without ronan lancaster. her best friend, the one guy who had made her feel wanted and loved; something not even her own parents had provided for her. her stomach twists, and it sends a wave of bone-chilling fear straight into her core. all along she had been so fearful of those she loved dying at the hands of some masked psychopath, but this? this is something she’d be unable to control.  ❛   why ?   ❜  she croaks out, needing to know what had happened to push the blonde to want to end it all, to want to give up. her slender digits reach out take a hold of his arm that is marked with his struggles, struggles she hadn’t even been around to help him through.. so what kind of best friend did that make her?  ❛   how— how could you even think about leaving your family ?  about leaving me. i NEED you. i can lose anything, rone, but i can’t lose you. you make me strong.. you’re.. when i’m around you, i feel at home. you are my home.   ❜  perhaps it’s the first time shes spewed so many emotions into one sentence. she had never been good at these things, but the blonde was an exception; and she had to brave.

          ‘ Why? ’

          The question pierces through the air, a headache passing through the base of Ronan’s skull as he, for a brief moment, is transported back to the scene of the grisly crime. He feels sweat on the back of his neck, knife pressed up between ribs, the low growl of a man who’s killed before and isn’t afraid to do it again; it’s all there, thundering behind his pale hues, no ceasefire available for his mind. His skin, despite having been numb for so long, seems to spring alive underneath her touch, eyes casting down to the floor out of both shame and fear. “ I didn’t think, I just... ” Did it? It was one thing to admit he had tried to kill himself, but an entirely new thing to admit he had depression. To admit he’d been committed. Her words made his heart sing, admittedly, even in a situation as dire as this. “ I couldn’t put this burden on you, what I saw, why I did what I did... I couldn’t have the person that ruined my life... ” He closes his eyes for a brief second to collect his thoughts, opening them and looking straight into her mesmerising hues. The truth.

          “ I saw a murder... And it sounds pathetic, because murders happen every day, but... It was so real, so visceral, and the guy saw me. Saw me stood at the end of the alleyway like a fucking–––– –– moron, because I couldn’t move. Told me he’d KILL ME if I mentioned it to anyone. After that the nightmares... Didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop... Not unless I... ” He feels a sudden lump form in his throat, still unable to face his attempt head-on, instead holding a hand out for Scarlett to take, hoping she would calm his nerves. “ I’m sorry. ”

[celatvm]

TESSA.

          Jumping at the echo of the voice that came out of her brothers voice, Tessa finally allowed her face to be seen from behind her small, shaking hands as she looked at her brother. The panic was still set in stone, her body shivering although she rested beside the sauna, her body warmer than it could ever be after going for a dip in the pool, but her body felt as though she was reliving her kidnapping all over again, expect she wasn’t being held under the water and forced to take the shocks for punishment. “ I — no, no, ” she managed to stuttered out as she looked at her brother, eyes wide and searching around them as though she was waiting for someone to jump out. “ I — wanted to beat my fears, ” she whispered, a sense of failure in her voice.

          “ Tess... ” He sighed, a real sense of empathy radiating from the elder, his eyes familiar with the signs of trauma and the desperate attempt to not let it take over your life. “ You’ve been through something severe, it’s gonna’ take time for you to recover, but it doesn’t mean you never will. ” He places a hand on the side of her head, brushing through her hair gently to try and soothe her, “ you will beat them, all of them, but not in a week. You just have to remember you’re not alone. ” He heard a police officer from the other side of the room yell something, likely an indication that the room was clear from people besides his sister, “ You’re safe. ”

[juliastiles]

[celatvm]

TESSA.

          Her breathing had began to hitch when the power turned off – the young girl just wanted to try and face her fears, only for the lights to shut down and leave her locked in a room that was surrounded with water. Curled up in a small ball by the sauna, trying her best to stay warm after the small dip she tried to take, jumping at the sound of another voice. “ —- Ro? Ro! ” The younger sibling called out, heart leaping at the voice of her brother.

          “ Tessa?! ” Suddenly, his heart was pounding, heavy footsteps echoing around the room as he searched with haste, dull eyes finally landing upon his little sister, dropping to his knees and reaching out his hands to place a gentle grip upon her arms. “ Are you hurt? What are you doing down here? ” His eyes scanned her, checking for signs of injury or trauma that, thankfully, didn’t seem to be there; though the same couldn’t be said for her mental wellbeing, of course. “ Come on, let’s get you out of here. ”

[shysmitchell]

[good-gals]

[thelovejournals]

You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.

William Chapman  (via thelovejournals) @midnight-howlings, @bonusghostt, @ofshadowedhearts, @priswrites, @sierra-moore, @trigger-and-wings (via electricinndigo)

[dailyatlanta]

[minddpalaces]

#same william same

[theoldtaylor]

[princesconsuela]

[celatvm]

SCARLETT.

          in situations like this when all hell is breaking loose ( which is usually always these days ), the fearless assassin can remain calm and tactful of their now dire surroundings. but seeing the scars of dismay covering the arms of her dear best friend, her home? that, she could not handle. nor would she ever be prepared.  ❛    tell me that isn’t what i think it is.    ❜  her voice is merely a pained whisper wavering with sorrow and hurt; the weapon in hand having dropped from her grasp the moment she entered the room to perceive the situation, a look of torment coming to play in her ever-green hues, a look that is rarely displayed upon her hardened features.

          As soon as her voice slices through the silence, he freezes, scolding himself for making one, stupid mistake and dragging her into his version of walking hell. He stands, wiping his hands on his jeans and turning to face her, a pang of guilt clenching his stomach when he sees her face, knowing from years of friendship that this is too late to fix. “ Scar, it’s... ” But Ronan didn’t lie to people; that was his thing, right? Honest, even when it wasn’t necessarily a convenience, “ I don’t want to LIE to you. ” His voice mirrored hers, another pained whisper filling the room, usually stoic mind suddenly profoundly aware of just how visible his scars were.

[dailylittleliars]

[celatvm]

          [ @pcrfectionist . ]

          “ Hello?! ” Ronan yells, somewhat taken aback by how loud his voice seemed, the male being unused to much above a whisper though the echo from the room didn’t help, pools typically being places where sounds reverberated. “ Is anyone in here? ”

[celatvm]

          [ @scarlctt . ]

          “ Here, this should stop the bleeding. ” Without thinking, the blond removes his hooded sweater, tying it around the leg of the half-conscious man he’d found in the kitchen, an unfortunate accident meaning a knife was now stuck in his leg, and only just noticing the suddenly visible scars on his arms. He takes a quick glance around, unnerved by the idea that someone he knew might walk in and see his darkest secret laid bare on his skin, and instead turns his attention back to the stranger. “ Hey, I need you to press down, alright pal? ”