SHAPED BY THE GODS

I BLEED AND I BLEED, AND MY LIPS ARE TOO CRACKED FROM SPEWING LIES, MY HEART TOO RAW, MY HANDS TOO COLD, AND MY CRIMSON STAINS YOU, AND I WANT TO APOLOGIZE, REPENT FOR MY SINS, BEG FOR FORGIVENESS, FOR YOUR SYMPATHY, BUT I CAN’T FIND IT IN ME, BECAUSE EVEN THROUGH ALL THIS, I CANNOT FEEL SORRY.

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cameron kruger-douglas.

“STOP following me.” Cameron spoke between gritted teeth. The sensation of being followed produced the tingling sensation at the nape of her neck. The same one that stood her hair on end and told her to RUN. This was no ghost tailing her and–though the dead did walk the earth–HE was not among them. “I don’t know where your stupid camp is, okay?” She marched forward until she thought she heard a defeated sigh, punctuated by the absence of footfalls on gravel. Against her better judgement, Cameron sighed and halted her pace, pausing briefly to allow herself to change her mind. “Fine.” The agreement finally left her lips, which up until the word reached her tongue, had been firmly pressed together. “Fine, okay. Just–don’t talk my ear off and I’ll help you.” Without turning to look back at the person, she continued. “Give me a landmark or something to go on.” Helping a stranger like this? Finn would be so proud.

   ❝ --- i’m sorry, ❞ her voice is soft, lilted. ❝ i figured if you weren’t going to take me, i could ... ❞ hazel eyes fall to the dog at her side. she’s perfected this act before : small, weak, lost. in need of a hero, perhaps? her throat bulges as she swallows back saliva. ❝ there’s some apartments nearby ... sundance, i think they’re called. does it sound familiar? ❞

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LENNON FALCONE.

“1. Don’t mess with Sunshine 2. Don’t mess IRRITATE me ”

Those were the rules Lucky adhered others to, once broken, he leaves himself with two options: ONE, walk away ( not because he was afraid of conflict, some people were simply not WORTH his time ), TWO, react ( usually with a string of well orchestrated cuss words, or violence. But mostly the two were used in synchronization ). And when some lone wolf miserably tried to steal from him, he was gonna let him leave with no harm done, but he HAD to shove Sunshine out of his way for his great escape. That’s when Lucky saw it fit to run after him, tackling him to black asphalt. And after a few swift punches to the face, he figured the now unconscious man had learned his lesson. He scooted away from the body, petting Sunshine behind her ears. It was a sitcom moment really ( if sitcoms took place in a world of MAYHEM ), as if they all triumphed over their troubles, and were now gonna walk off into the sunset. Maybe that was what was going to happen, if Sunshine didn’t bark at a survivor, who was doing a bad job of making themselves hidden. Their gaze lingering from the body next to him to focusing on Lucky. He narrowed his eyes, “What?” he snapped, “the little shit deserved it.”

   lolly young is no STRANGER to violence ; she finds comfort in the slow, slick drip of blood cascading from flesh. the howls of a g o n y she induces is music to her ears -- so this ? it’s nothing. but she will feign shock, hazel eyes going wide as she pulls peppermint bark close to her side. ❝ oh my god ... ❞ whimpered, like a child : as if she hasn’t caused much worse damage herself. ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞

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Oh,  I’m so in love