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pullingthepuppetstrings

"That’s not tripping and falling. A bit more intense, but it’s not tripping and falling."

crash---and---burn

"It still is tripping and falling, just on a much larger scale :"

pullingthepuppetstrings

"No matter how interesting you make it- tripping and falling is a boring way to get a cut and not worth the story."

crash---and---burn

"What if it was tripping and falling down a mountain?"

screamingfor--rph

"Oh, so you’ve had a few of these yourself?" Evelyn smirked, running a tired hand through her hair. "I trusted someone. They went bat-shit crazy. I ended up in a burning barn." She said simply, letting the collar snap back into place. "The flames licking at my skin didn’t feel nearly as bad as the panic of it all— trying to get out while avoiding the anxious and wild animals." The red head noted almost as if it were a second thought— speaking lightly and looking around as she did so. "What scars do you have that could interest me?"

crash---and---burn

" A lot of the skin on my body is covered in scars. I can be a walking catastrophe.....Shit. I hate when someone you trust tends to break it. "Sonnet listened to the rest of the story and understood the fear. She had been in car accidents, but there was always the possibility of the vehicle going up in flames. " Seems like a nightmare induced adrenaline rush. " Sonnet walked closer to her before shrugging. "It depends what you're interested in.I used to cut myself, but that was a lifetime ago. Then there's this" Sonnet pulled the bottom of her shirt up to show a few defined yet big scars on her back and side. " I have this thing were I get off on car accidents. When I crash, sometimes glass and parts of the car hit me. "

pullingthepuppetstrings

"A little scratch from falling? I’d love to see how you make a story out of that."

crash---and---burn

"It's all about how you tell the story. You can explain how the fall happened. What you were doing at the time. What was your mood. Besides. I'm covered in scars and each one has a story behind it. Not all of them are happy ones though"

pullingthepuppetstrings

"Not as impressive as a scar with a story."

crash---and---burn

"Anyone can make a small story into something epic"

pullingthepuppetstrings

"Not as big of a story if you just trip and fall, don’t you think?"

crash---and---burn

" Wouldn't know. I don't have any scars from tripping and falling down, so I can't exactly pass judgement"

lennon-not-like-towels

"Cooks… and a janitor…"

crash---and---burn

"So no teachers and doctors?....That's interesting"

lennon-not-like-towels

Lennon swallowed before nodding. “Yes.”

crash---and---burn

"Oh? Well who?"

pullingthepuppetstrings

"Depending on how you get them."

crash---and---burn

"It doesn't matter how we get them. They're all pieces to a puzzle. "

crash---and---burn

Putting Out Fire With Gasoline || Sonnet & Erik

theaffablegardner

Throwing his head back, Erik let out a throaty laugh before looking over at her. “Maybe,” he winked, pushing the clutch it and shifting the car into fourth. He had to admit that is was exhilderating, that knowing he could lose control of the car any second and end their lives. Being afraid of death had never been a fear to the young boy, and watching Sonnet he knew she wasn’t afraid either. In the moment he felt connected with her, as if just driving fast down the road had made them understand each other more. It was weird for Erik— it made him feel weird. Erik didn’t normally feel things for other people, but he was feeling something in that moment.

Reaching over, the console, Erik grabbed her hand in his, Ever since school started back up, he found himself wanting to feel the touch of another person’s skin. It was like if he touched another person, then he knew he was alive, that he wasn’t imagining everything around him. His life felt so unreal at time— sometimes he even questioned what he had become. The feel of scars upon her skin pushed his thoughts away, and Erik looked down at her wrist, his breath catching in his throat at the scares that marked her flesh.

Hannah..

Broken.

Couldn’t save her.

His eyes stayed glued on her wrist and away from the roads. It was too familiar, too much. When he first saw Sonnet he thought he knew who she was; it wasn’t until now that he realized that she looked like Hannah, The car swerved to the right, running off the road before Erik slammed on the breaks. He pulled his hand away as if her flesh had burned him. His head began to shake furiously, his hand moving to his face as he began to panic.

Dead.

All you fault.

You couldn’t save anyone.

Dying…

Panicking, Erik reached for the door handle and opened it, stepping out of the car quickly. He gasped for air as he leaned over, holding his head in his hands. This can’t be happening, he thought. What were the chanced that someone that looked so much like Hannah would have the same scars? At the sound of the passenger side door opening, Erik’s head snapped up and turned to stare at Sonnet. Eliminating the space between them, Erik stared down at her, trying to wrap his head around it all. He knew she wasn’t Hannah, but it it all felt so real. Pressing his lips against her’s, Erik had to know it wasn’t really her.

crash---and---burn

"I can work with 'maybe' " Sonnet replied as an easy smile fell on her face. It had been so rare for the brunette to feel like this. To feel what she assumed was normal. At least normal for other people. She knew her past had been filled with severe depression and self harm. She wanted nothing more than to just disappear. To be invisible. Now she lived recklessly and the possibility of death was always around the corner, but she didn't want to die. She just wanted to live her life completely on the edge. It was that thought process that made Sonnet realize that perhaps sitting in a car next next to a cute boy with the promise of something exciting was what all of this behavior was about. Just to help her feel normal for even the smallest of moments.

She had been focused on the road in front of her and hadn't noticed Erik's hand at first touching her own. Not many people gave her such a simple gesture. The feeling of normalcy started to grow. She closed her eyes and just drowned out the world around her again. She wanted to hear the engine of the car. She wanted to feel her heart rate suddenly speed up. This was what she needed the anticipation of something to come. Sonnet lived for the build up. Before she knew what hit her the car and Erik seemed to have moved in a jolt. Her eyes popped open as she noted his hand was off her and they were swerving on the road. Sonnet didn't brace herself as she jerked forward do to the slamming of the brakes. The force gave mild whip lash, but there was nothing to write home about yet. It was fairly exciting though and Sonnet smiled over to Erik to express her pleasure in this momentary detour. The only problem was he was moving away from the car.

"Erik?" She replied softly as she unbuckled her seat belt. As soon as she could get out of her seat, Sonnet headed over to him. She had to admit she was concerned for him. Maybe he really wasn't into what she was? Maybe this was too much? She started to close the space between them, but was unsure what to do. Sonnet wasn't good at comforting anyone. In fact it was on the list of thing's she was terrible at. However. as soon as Erik headed over to her and pressed his lips against her own, her answer to the dilemma wasn't needed.

The whole incident was strange, but Sonnet enjoyed strange. She was already excited from the mild off-roading and wasn't going to knock the idea of Erik kissing her. She pressed her lips back against his own to kiss him, unsure where this was coming from on his end of thing's, but it felt good. " Sonnet placed a hand to his face before pulling away for a second to look at him. "Everything okay?" She asked