Connor Lassiter

Connor Lassiter, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Feel free to amuse me.

[violet-carrigan-deactivated2013]

[Violet looked at the clock, and two hours had passed since she had her last nightmare while trying to rest, she got up and walked to the rec room, it was the only place she hadn’t visit since she arrived to the asylum. When she entered the room she noticed a guy smoking, watching the TV, so she decided to sat down on a little couch next to him. For a second the girl tought about something to say to start a conversation, but Violet rather to stay quiet.]

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[The girls presence hasn't gone unnoticed by Connor. How can it after what he'd been through with Sage? He'd had to be on his guard the whole time and be ready to move whenever. His reflexes has certainly improved since then. Still, without sparing the brunette even a glance, Connor acknowledges her by exhaling his smoke in her direction. The man studies her for a moment, his cobalt blue eyes are anything but shy. Once he's had a good look and mental assessment of her physical capability, Connor simply rolls his eyes and sits back in his seat. His attention is automatically switched back to the TV and it's as if she's no more than a piece of lint in the room]

[cross-connor]

[Connor sits in the rec room with his cigarette lit as he watches the news. Subconsciously he knows he's only doing this because it reminds him of Sage, but he pays no attention to that aspect at the moment. Instead he listens to how another natural disaster has destroyed a poor city as he sucks in the poison to his lungs and exhales a cloud of smoke]

[cross-connor]

I love Connor. I have ever since I started here, he's my favourite character.

OOC: Oh my goodness! That means so much to me, thank you very, very much dear! :]

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Aren't I adorable?

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Why don't you ever post a starter?

OOC: Since school started I’ve been incredibly busy (as you can see by my activity lacking on Daria as well), and posting a starter and picking up new conversations would just be too much for me at the moment. I can hardly keep up with the one or two I have going right now. However, I was thinking about posting a starter on Connor tonight, as the last time I did I believe it turned into a conversation with Jeremy and that was also some time ago, but I think I’m holding off on starters for both characters until at least next week.

I don’t want to make anyone feel discluded, so I give you all my sincerest apologies!

EDIT: I've caved and posted a starter on Daria if you'd like to RP. But please expect delayed replies.

[sage-ward]

[Of course Sage has seen him. She had grown so accustomed to the monotonous whirl of the washer and dryers that even the most familiar of foreign sounds — such as the rustling of laundry — could tip her off to an added presence.. this presence just so happens to be both her hopes and fears manifested into a soul much too exasperated to be conceived in one sitting — the Lassiter boy. She maintains a deadpanned, almost unknowing overtone to her visage, albeit she can feel the acrimony in her muffled heartbeat fight for a display section of its own. Yet she is much too high-strung — no, no.. ‘indifferent’ to dignify his person with a cordiality, never mind a well-worded remark. So she has pretended she had not seen him, and instead tends to her business in emptying the dirty contents of laundry baskets and replacing its void with a columns of meticulously pressed clothing. Perhaps he has finally begun to see the realistic aspect of things — that Sage has concluded the chapter in which Connor had once been written in, and is facing away rather than toward the lifestyle that hadn’t ostracized him from her own exclusive circle. When he draws himself closer, it is almost instinctive that she gravitates or falls into place beside him, but she does not. Instead, she quivers in spite of the drafty hastes he pursues and continues on as if he were merely inconspicuous to Sage’s eyes and Sage’s eyes only. Then he speaks — a rasp of a voice that indicates he has just awoken from a long-awaited slumber in a bed rather than dilapidated cabin miles and miles from this place and time. It is such a harmonious collision, the lulling hum of the laundry utilities and the bittersweet connotation of Connor’s voice. So dulcet, in fact, that her lips quirk to a something of a small smile, though she ensures that her back is blockading his vision. She parts her lips to speak, but the words she endeavors to emit tangle with the unspoken truth of their past, and duel temporarily, promising the winner the deserved amount of allotted spotlight. Yet in this moment, witticism evades her, and she is left with an insurmountable pit of words, and cobalt eyes that are now bleary with the recollection of their history.] They aren’t finished yet. I’ll have a nurse send them up to you when they’ve completed their cycle. [She elucidates sheepishly, eager to suppress the alterations in her melancholy tone, and ultimately succeeding. She clamps triumphant teeth into her tongue, and reabsorbs the tears that will do her no justice — sympathy is a poison that is sure to compel her six feet under if she were to accept it so blindly. She turns to address him, red rings now distinguishing cobalt orbs from porcelain skin, and the dusky bags that have taken to embellishing the bottom half of her eye sockets suggest that she is ill, or that her physical condition is pending. Yet the way in which she pillars her downtrodden frame against a persistent sense of pride insinuate that she is merely exhausted, possibly due to the futile household tasks they have her maintaining.]

[cross-connor]

[Connor crosses his arms, conveying his effort to be difficult as poor. He doesn't feel the need to be hostile toward her, mostly because he's still half asleep. The wolf boy with his uncombed shaggy hair grins at the shy girl standing only mere feet away. Perhaps if their kiss had gone better and they weren't at odds he would have taken it upon himself to sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her emaciated waist whilst whispering a little something into her ear. No--he can't think like this. The much revisited topic in his head has to stop. They aren't together. They won't be. Even the idea of it should repulse Connor at this point, shouldn't it? They're... not nothing. No, they're definitely something, the only remaining question is what word in the English dictionary could define their relationship. Friendship won't suffice, nor will anything beneath that standard. However, what would come next? The ladder has already been ruled out and now the headline wavering through his thoughts reads: WHAT ARE CONNOR AND SAGE? Perhaps he's been lingering on this topic for far too long, in fact he's missed the majority of what she's said. From the few bits of broken words he puts it together as best he can and lowers his chin. He watches as goose pimples rise across his bare chest and he's greeted with an unwelcome shudder from the draft on this floor. Connor licks his lips, forcing a crooked smile although he refuses to spare Sage even a glance] Or I could just wait here and bring them back myself. Just because my lungs have gone to shit doesn't mean I'm fucking helpless or anything. [Fuck. His lungs have definitely changed for the worse since he first began smoking and even the gross thought of this fact reinforces a well known craving. He knows he can just walk back to his room and light up there, but he's just put it into the open that he would stay. Even though Sage hasn't fought him on this, he still feels as if leaving would give her a minimal satisfaction--one he isn't willing to spare. Instead he decides to keep his hands busy by picking at the loose threads of his shorts to tapping his fingers against his thigh. Nothing seems to relieve him of the need to have a cigarette between his two fingers and a pull of poison that seems to be sweeter than any purified air. His blue eyes linger on the cement pillar across from him, though there isn't anything of interest to see and within seconds he finds himself slipping a glance at the brunette girl he's never regretted to know so well. He catches himself after a few seconds and clears his throat, bringing his gaze to his restless hands]

[sage-ward]

[Since Sage’s return, she has been more than compliant with the facility directors and their subtle means of punishment such as laundry duty, cleaning, so on and so forth. Sage hasn’t so much has caught a glimpse of one Connor Lassiter, nor does she care to for the sake of new approach to her asylum life. She can only hope that this is the way things will remain.

Now, she has been assigned the job of allocating the laundry from this morning’s pile, compelled to make awkward small talk with everyone she encounters. She only hopes Connor’s clothing isn’t in this load.]

[cross-connor]

[Upon waking up this morning, Connor easily notices the lack of clothes on his floor. He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands and looks again at the unusually empty space. His room almost seems brighter because of it. The blue eyed boy sits up, grateful that he decided to wear a pair of black basketball shorts to bed last night instead of sleeping in his underwear as usual. He knows why he wasn't woken up and forced to put his laundry in a basket like everyone else. It was because the staff still had their squinty little eyes on him and if his clothes were gone by the time he decided to get up, it would be that much harder for him to try and escape. He runs a hand over his still sore knuckles and exits his room in search of a shirt to wear. He finds himself wandering into the laundry room, glowering at the smell of dirty and clean laundry battling to be the stronger scent. It's unpleasant and Connor only hopes he never has to come down here again. His eyes move in search of the basket with his room number on it, though they happen to fall on something--or someone worth more interest. Sage Ward. Connor sighs, rubbing his right eye again as he prepares himself for an inner battle. He can tell by the lack of eye contact and minimal expression coating her features that she hasn't seen him yet and perhaps he can use this to his advantage. He can grab a shirt and exit quietly without disturbing the miracle of peace that befalls the two at present. This is when he spots his laundry basket. It leans up against one of the lower dryers that spins a collective cycle of dark clothes. He sighs knowing that he has to wait and begins his short journey to the dryer which happens to take him on a path right by Sage. He licks his lips as he approaches her, slipping between her back and the wall to move to the back of the room. Connor clears his throat and crosses his arms, keeping his back to her] Laundry duty. Nice. [The boy scoffs with a disapproving shake of his head and locks his eyes on the digital duration on the dryer].

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[cross-connor]

-A rock revival playlist for present self.

1. So Far Away ● Staind

This is my life Its not what it was before All these feelings I've shared And these are my dreams That I'd never lived before Somebody shake me 'Cause I , I must be sleeping

Now that we're here, It's so far away All the struggle we thought was in vain All in the mistakes, One life contained They all finally start to go away Now that we're here it's so far away And I feel like I can face the day, and I can forgive And I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today These are my words That I've never said before I think I'm doing okay And this is the smile  That I've never shown before I'm so afraid of waking Please don't shake me

2. Iris ● Goo Goo Dolls

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am

3. Straight To Video ● Mindless Self Indulgence

All aboard Hit the road All the bullshit Can't be ignored It's hard to place In my face No emotion All the problems Make me wanna go Like a bad girl Straight to video Little darling Welcome to the show You're a failure Played in stereo Hiedi ho Here we go No solution Strong undertow

4. Behind Blue Eyes ● Limp Bizkit

No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through

But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free

5. Crawling ● Linkin Park

Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming, confusing This lack of self-control I fear is never ending Controlling. I can't seem... To find myself again My walls are closing in I've felt this way before So insecure

6. Jesus of Suburbia ● Green Day

I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retared or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse. I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run, I run way To the lights of masochist

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken home

7. Rusted From The Rain ● Billy Talent

You hung me like a picture, now I'm just a frame I used to be your lap dog, now I'm just a stray Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay Left here to decay, left here to decay, I'm rusted from the rain Go on, crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain Come on, strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains And if I'm the King of cowards, you're the Queen of pain I'm rusted from the rain

8. The Bird and The Worm ● The Used

He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack His backpack is all that he knows Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple The heart and devour the soul

All alone he turns to stone While holding his breath half to death Terrified of what's inside to save his life He crawls like a worm from a bird Crawls like a worm from a bird

9. The Ghost of You ● My Chemical Romance

At the end of the world Or the last thing I see You are never coming home, never coming home Could I? Should I?

And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me Never coming home, never coming home Could I? Should I?

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

10. Undone ● FFH

Fall on my knees, fall on my pride I'm trippin' over all the times I've lied. I'm askin please but I can see in Your eyes You don't need tears for alibis.

It's true what they say, love must be blind That's why Your still standing by the sinner's side. You're still by my side when all the things I've done have left You bleedin'.

Come undone, surrender is stronger, I don't need to be the hero tonight. We all want love, we all want honor Nobody wants to pay the asking price.

11. Bring Me To Life ● Evanessence

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there and lead it back home

Frozen inside without your touch Without your love, darling Only you are the life among the dead Wake me up Bid my blood to run I can't wake up Before I come undone Save me Save me from the nothing I've become

12. Nothing To Lose ● Billy Talent

Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins

13. Invincible ● Hedley

Took a long hard look, at my life.  Lost my way, while I was fighting the tide.  A big black cloud, stormy sky.  Followed me, oh I was living a lie.  So heartless, so selfish, so in darkness, when all your nights are  Starless,  You're running outta hope.  But I found the strength inside to see, found the better part of me,  And I'll never let it go.

When you're gone for a day, on your own.  Tear your heart out just to find your way home.  I've been so high, I've sunk so low.  I've come so far, with nothing to show, for it.  Mistaken, I got so good at taking,  But now I'm tired of faking.  This story's getting old.  So I found the strength inside to see, from the better part of me,  And I'll never let it go. 

14. River Below ● Billy Talent

Rejected since day one My name is bastard son I've been damned so many times I've lost count Blue collar working man Devises master plan Bi-polar with a mental side arm I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go

15. Take Me Away ● Avril Lavigne

I cannot find a way to describe it It's there inside, all I do is hide I wish that it would just go away What would you do, you do if you knew? What would you do?

I feel like I am all alone All by myself I need to get around this My words are cold I don't want them to hurt you If I show you I don't think you'd understand

All the pain I thought I knew All the thoughts lead back to you Back to what was never said Back and forth inside my head I can't handle this confusion I'm unable, come and take me away

[sage-ward]

The moment of impact — it hits her so hard, so fast, and without any indication of it diminishing as a misunderstanding on her part. He commences his unforgiving reprimand, strings of profanity eluding before they are conceived — and for once, Sage has prepared nothing, not even so much as a petty excuse as to why her presence could be accounted for to ease his evidently whetted thoughts. Out of fight and flight, it has always been fight that has reigned superior over any alternatives. Taking the easy way out was never a route in which Sage vouched for, nor did she condone in any way, shape or form. But when it came to emotional affairs, when it came to her own emotional capacity — when it came to be intuitive, to search for a deeper meaning, flight was necessary. It was as if she were anything but adept to sustaining the weight of her own emotional existence, and she accepted this with little to no reticence nor reluctance. 

She swivels her body in the opposite direction and begins with proprietary haste toward the door. It is all very systematic for her — she is shutting down, preserving herself in order to retain the shred of dignity she holds a little too dearly to her. She refuses talk to discuss the dynamics of her intentions — not like this. As far as she is concerned, there is nothing she needed to elucidate, or develop to benefit his understanding of her circumstance. She is here, she is healthy — and that should be more than enough. Isn’t it enough?

Something makes her pause, however. She is compelled to cease abruptly at the mention of ‘freedom’, at the taunting reminder of how close she had come to finally obtaining what she had once wanted most. “Well, freedom wasn’t what I thought it was.” She croaks, adopting a deadpanned tone to neutralize this out of context argument, though keeping her back to her acrimonious significant other to ensure that all of her is still very much dissembled. Freedom wasn’t what I thought it was, because it meant losing you, she resonates internally, locking the notion within her. Things to this measure were much too tender for Sage to admit aloud, especially when it came to a very wearily intolerant Connor Lassiter. It makes her sound dependent, needy — and Sage is far from needy. "Just drop it."

[cross-connor]

['Well freedom wasn't what I thought it was.' This is beyond Connor's understanding. Regardless of what it was or wasn't, he can't seem to comprehend why anyone would give up a life without bars or straight jackets to return the very place they are permitted on people and required on windows. His brain just won't have it and for a second it's all he can do not to bash his head in between the steel door and its frame. He feels like tearing his hair out, but that wouldn't suffice the rage and disappointment he feels towards the shy girl. He moves forward, ready to raise his voice once again when a flashback invades his personal territory that is is mind. It's the moment that he kissed her for the first time. Their lips met and without a doubt in his mind, Connor felt himself melt into her. The seconds were short but sweet before her PTSD was triggered and although he still doesn't know exactly what happened to her, all he can remember is wanting to protect her and console her; a rare thing for Connor Lassiter. He's been on his own since he can remember, though he had parents, he also didn't. Sage is the only one he ever considered getting close to and although her absence had a great affect on him, he never regretted their relationship for a second] Drop it? Are you fucking kidding me? [Truthfully, Connor is a little insulted. He figured she knew him well enough to know that things like this wouldn't be let go and forgotten so easily. It's almost as if pouring salt in the wound. He shoots her daggers and reaches into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarette's along with his lighter and lights up is cancer stick, sucking in the poison immediately] What. The. Fuck. Happened? We can't just forget about everything that has a fucking impact, Sage, and believe it or not--this has a a fucking impact! [He almost brings up the very kiss that he remembered, but refrains simply because that's another matter entirely and it's in the past whereas this is present and needs to be dealt with in his mind. He decides 'no' is not an answer and only an explanation will justify her actions and thought process for returning. He resits the urge to pull her into an embrace and instead makes sure to keep a fair distance between them simply because if they were close enough, he doesn't know if he could stop himself from holding her]

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Fascinating....

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Hiding….. A girl like myself has to hide a lot.

[cross-connor]

From?

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Fascinating....

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Dahlia jumped a little, startled by another human being finding her instead of one of her hallucinations. Staring up at the boy, she only smiled, quite childishly, and waved.] Hello stranger.

[cross-connor]

What the fuck are you doing in there?

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Fascinating....

[cross-connor]

Connor walks passed what looks like an ordinary trash bin when he hears something shifting inside. He suspects it's probably a raccoon or a squirrel that's gotten itself trapped and moves forward to let the animal out when the lid lifts, revealing a very blonde girl that strikes him as unfamiliar and quite honestly, very fucking peculiar. He jumps back as his eyebrows knit together in confusion and misunderstanding] What the fuck?

[sage-ward]

'They'd told me you were a slippery one,' he boasts complacently, chest inflating with so much unwarranted pride that it grazes the tender flesh of Sage’s arm. 'Not too slippery for this guard, no way.' Sage has grown surprisingly more shrewd since her inexplicable disappearance, for reasons she would not and does not acknowledge unless subjected to complete solidarity. Instead, she adapts to this aforementioned transformation without protest despite having to remind herself to treat others how she would like to be treated. Sometimes the axiom stuck with her. Other times, she simply cannot refrain. "The moment I spotted you was the moment I knew I was simply done for." She concurred falsely, stifling laughter as she recalls purposely entering his line of vision so that she may be captured and brought back to the confines of the asylum. She is here on her own terms, by way of her own decisions rather than Captain Jack’s, who always seems too enticed by the thought of himself to be bothered by things as trivial as his occupation. She begins to wriggle free from his tightening grasp, thought she instantly resigns to the amount of unnecessary strength he has invested in keeping her in place. Naturally, Sage could take him down within a matter of seconds — but she doesn’t, and she doesn’t for a reason. She conveys that she is obedient, willing to compromise so that her punishment doesn’t dictate how she spends her eternity in this personalized hell.

Their lighthearted conversation is brought to an abrupt end the moment she catches a glimpse of the one, the only: Connor “Pain-in-the-ass” Lassiter — and, gathered from his countenance, he is far from happy to see her anywhere even remotely close to the Broken asylum. "Oh, help me," Sage mutters inaudibly, though she is torn from her newly adopted focal point as Connor begins to attack her man-handlers. "Connor!" She exclaims out of sheer horror — but she knows the routine by now: once he is provoked, ceasing himself is beyond his capacity for self control. So she watches, utterly perplexed by the turn in which the situation has unexpectedly taken. The repulsive scent of burning flesh hits her so blind-sided that it nearly knocks her on her feet, but she stands her ground with the unwavering determination she arrived with, and remains even after he has beaten each guard senseless. She reluctantly meets the daggers that protrude from his glower — so this is what disappointing a sensitive parent feels like. She hastily concludes that it doesn’t feel good.

She complies despite the fact that she doesn’t appreciate his demanding tone of voice, but she doesn’t dare test him. After all of the bullshit, the thrills, the false hope they have put themselves through — no, she has put themselves through (and all for nothing), she is in no position to greet exasperation with disgruntlement, or ungratefulness. Even in stepping into place behind him, she keeps her distance.

"Was that all part of the welcoming committee, or was that just the prelude?"

[cross-connor]

[Connor walks with integrity towards the required staircase that will take them directly to the roof. He doesn't look back at Sage, nor slow down for her sake, but marches to his own beat instead. He's angry--no, he's furious that she's back here. He's missed her unequivocally, but he can't seem to subside his temper long enough to allow himself to feel glad. Finally reaching the staircase, he pulls open the first door and holds it with his back to her until she catches up] I'm not in the fucking mood, Sage. [He barks at her and continues up the second staircase. If the circumstances were different, he'd probably have made some sort of smart ass retort and smirked, but the scale is tipped for the worse and Connor can't ignore it. He practically jumps up the staircase and opens the second door leading to the roof. He doesn't bother holding it open, but only struts outside with an angry semblance. He doesn't walk to the edge, but to the chimney that leads to the kitchen, then turns and paces towards the door again] What the fuck were you thinking?! Why did you come back? Your freedom was on a fucking platter! [He doesn't make an attempt to lower his voice, and he feels as if his point has already come across to her. He's not only fuming because of her return, but also because he just wasted an entire fucking cigarette on burning the orderly. He should've picked it up when they left, but his mind was locked on the target that was Sage Ward, who could give him the answers he desired. Fuck, cigarette's were getting more and more difficult to come by in here these days. He still has the sack of packs of cigarette's she'd given him for Christmas, but he has to be careful or they'll run out too quickly. He turns to face her head on, his eyes burning a blue fire] Well? Fucking enlighten me, because I have not even the fucking molecule of a clue why the fuck you'd give that up to come back to this piece of shit place?!

[cross-connor]

A reunited playlist - 'United They Stand, Divided They Fall'

1. Chasing Cars ● Snow Patrol

We'll do it all, everything On our own We don't need anything Or anyone If I lay here, If I just lay here, Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know how to say how I feel those three words are said too much they're not enough

2. No light, No light ● Florence + The Machine

Would you leave me, If I told you what I've done? And would you need me, If I told you what I've become? 'cause it's so easy, To say it to a crowd But it's so hard, my love, To say it to you out loud No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day, You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light Tell me what you want me to say

3. She Is Love ● Parachute

I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,  But she takes it all for me. And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,  But she makes me want to believe. They call her love, love, love, love, love.  They call her love, love, love, love, love. She is love, and she is all I need.

4. Take Over The World ● The Courteeners

I looked into her eyes and I swore I've never written a cliche before And I'll probably never do so She was beautiful though I think it's time for me and you to take over the world I think it's time for me and you to take over the world

5. Let Her Go ● Passenger

Staring at the ceiling in the dark Same old empty feeling in your heart 'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast Well you see her when you fall asleep But never to touch and never to keep 'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep Well you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go

6. Head Over Feet ● Alanis Morissette

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole You're so much braver than I gave you credit for That's not lip service

You've already won me over in spite of me And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are I couldn't help it, it's all your fault

7. Winter Winds ● Mumford and Sons

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt And my head told my heart "Let love grow" But my heart told my head "This time no This time no"

8. The Devils Tears ● Angus and Julia Stone

He said, "I am the devil, boy Come with me and we'll break many laws" He offered me eternal life But inside my heart there's a picture of a girl

Some call love a curse, some call love a thief She's my home And she's as much apart for this broken heart But see broken bones always seem to mend

I'll taste the devil's tears Drink from his soul but I'll never give up you I'll taste the devil's tears Drink from his soul but I'll never give up you

9. Skinny Love ● Birdy

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind In the morning I'll be with you But it will be a different kind I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines

Who will love you? who will fight? And who will fall, far behind?

10. Little Talks ● Julia Sheer & John D (Of Monsters and Men)

You're gone, gone, gone away,  I watched you disappear. All that's left is a ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,  there's nothing we can do, Just let me go, we'll meet again soon. Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep.

11. Lego House ● Ed Sheeran

And it's so hard to say it but I've been here before Now I'll surrender up my heart And swap it for yours

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're get down And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind I'll do it all for you in time And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

12. Revolver ● Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan

Now after all, don't feel like nothing like walking away like a mouth full of rain at twelve o clock the bell starts ringing a dog starts barking and you're still missing still missing something You've never known what it was and I'm not one for thinking twice but I know this much is true the earth will turn, the pot'll burn and you are my revolver

13. Nice Piece of Art ● FM Static

I've tried not to let anyone in until now, I guess conversations never allow. And I've been feeling like I'm on some  Sort of merry go round.  And I know, I know. Yeah I know. I know. And I've tried not to let anyone in until now, It took time for me to figure it out. And when I feel like I'm complacent  With my head in the clouds, I know, I know, yeah I know, I know

And I know that if I just stay strong I can make it, And try harder when I just can't take it, and when everything Around me feels so broken and jaded, I know, I know, yeah I know, I know You make me feel, like a lavender sweater, When I'm caught in bad weather, in my  Volkswagen Jetta. You make me feel like a  Complete work of art, When I'm just falling apart. A really nice piece of art

[shellshockedman]

Jeremy ran his fingertips through the pile of magazines- they were so old the paper was fragile and thin.

“I’m sure there’s a hidden wealth of knowledge just waiting to be tapped here.” he said, “though it may require some digging to find it….” he added as he tossed aside a Tiger Beat with visible disdain.

He blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth as he flipped through a home and garden magazine, eyes alighting only momentarily on pictures of neatly trimmed box hedges and perfect flower arrangements. He threw that in his reject pile as well.

Fat chance of doing any gardening in this place… he thought with a note of bitterness, taking another drag.

“Oho- now this is interesting.” He said, looking over his shoulder at the other man briefly and flashing him the cover of his finding. It was an issue of COSMOPOLITAN- bright pink and with an attractive female actress gracing the cover in a skimpy dress.

“Top 20 Sex Tips To Make Your Man Scream” he read aloud from the cover of the magazine. He through Connor a look over his shoulder, flashing him a wolfish grin and wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’d like to know. Give advice to my next girlfriend.” he said with a  shrug, eagerly flipping the magazine open and browsing through the index. Then he frowned when he flipped through and held up the magazine- there were several pages missing, ripped out.

“Some nympho’s gone and torn ‘em out I suppose. Damn shame.” he added. “Sure there’s more of these though.” he added, throwing that issue aside and digging through the pile once more.

[cross-connor]

[Connor ignores the mans first set of words, simply tapping his foot staccato against the wooden floor. He's aggravated. He doesn't feel the need to put effort into holding up a conversation that only serves the purpose of passing time. As a matter of fact, he considers it a waste of breath. His eyes dart to the clock on the wall again and he watches as the thinnest hand moves, counting for every second. One. Two. Three... Ten. Fifteen... Thirty. The small tick is slowly driving him up the wall. Connor lowers his chin, scratching the crown of his head as Jeremy reads out the title of an article. It doesn't appease him in the slightest despite how humorous he might usually find the mans following comment. Connor stands from his seat and makes his way to the window where exhales a sigh and watches as a light rain beings to fall. He begins to count the drops as they hit the glass, but as the rain continues to come down he loses his place and gives up, now watching as the storm clouds gather] I don't think you need a magazine to tell your 'next girlfriend' what you like. [He glances at Jeremy and arches an eyebrow] You fucking bored or something? [He decides this has to be a contributing reason as to why he's tried to start up a conversation with him and then go for old magazines that no one would have touched otherwise]

[sage-ward]

Sage is escorted into the building by two particularly robust gentlemen — yet despite her situation, she carries on with unwavering determination albeit their grasp against her arms make her quiver internally with disconcert. Sage has returned to the Broken Asylum.

[cross-connor]

[Walking down the hallway with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets, Connor hears the distant echoes of mockery thriving from the vocal chords that can belong to none other than Jack, the orderly who happens to get his kicks from asserting his dominance and status of authority to those he considers beneath him. In this tale of linked lives at the Broken asylum, that would be the patients. Connor's cobalt blue eyes scope the scene for every corner he turns. It takes exactly three before he finds the man and to his complete and utter dismay Sage Ward--his shy girl. Connor stops in his tracks, his shoes squeaking against the old tile and his eyebrows crease as he takes a double take. How could they have found her? The psychiatrist had made him a deal. They wouldn't pursue her so long as he was on his best behavior, and he had been. Of course there were minor misbehaving's like outing cigarette's into furniture, but he wouldn't be Connor Lassiter if he had obliged completely. Still, there is no possible way he could have been found out. There were over one hundred patients here and he isn't the only smoker. Then it hits him. Sage is smart. She's tactful and resourceful. She knows how to lay low and keep herself off the radar. She's returned on purpose. On her own terms. Connor clenches his jaw and cracks his knuckles though the sound of the air bubbles between his joints popping is mild. He charges at the orderlies--how dare they have their hands on her! Sage has more dignity than to be restrained in any form. The first punch hits the first orderly square in the jaw, but Connor doesn't stop until the man is on the floor and bleeding. His knuckles ache, but it's not enough. He continues to throw his knuckles into the mans nose until there's a clear distortion and he's choking on his own blood. He can feel the other orderly pulling him off, but Connor won't have it. He doesn't look at Sage yet. He knows if this had been a different situation, Sage would have been yelling at him to cease arms. Connor pulls the cigarette from his mouth and exhales a cloud of smoke into the second orderlies face. The man squints and Connor takes this as his window of opportunity. He sticks the burning end of the cigarette into the mans temple, the cigarette meshing with his skin. This produces a ghastly smell, but Connor's experienced worse. The orderly screams and Connor throws another punch which knocks him out cold. He then takes a moment to catch his breath before turning to Sage with evident anger emitting from his stare] Let's go. [He turns on his heel and starts down the hallway to where he knows they'll have more privacy--the roof]