𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 : who were you before the world killed you?
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 : who were you before the world killed you?
Hey handsome, miss me?
i put the bi in bitter
rmr how letha's whole family is dead
bold , any fears which apply . italicize , what makes them uncomfortable .
the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death / dying ⋆ intimacy ( the soft kind rather than its carnal counterpart ) ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting
tagged by . @withalisp tagging . @fangedarse <3
𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢 !
❝ it’s . . . it’s called miniature golf but it’s normal sized . normal golf is played on these huge grass fields , y’know ? and miniature golf is usually . . . not . ❞ soft laughter follows as she leans into his arm , fingers wrapping around his ! letha had never had to explain what mini golf was to someone before , and though she adored harry to bits , it took a lot to not roll her eyes at his sweet naiveté . ❝ maybe glow - in - the - dark isn’t a good place to start , but it’ll be fun ! ❞
he understands what the words coming out of her mouth mean , but stringing them together ? sounds both foreign and unfamiliar . brows pull together in clear confusion , feet walking one - in - one with new friend . ❛ how does it work ?? ❜ a roundabout , general question in the workings of everything she’d been talking about . golf , he knew . miniature things , he knew . glow - in - the - dark ? a somewhat new invention in his mind , but he knew . how they all played together as one ? color him clueless .
out there , we've walked quite friendly up to death , sat down and eaten with him , cool and bland , pardoned his spilling mess - tins in our hand . we've sniffed the green thick odor of his breath , our eyes wept , but our courage didn't writhe . he's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed shrapnel . we chorused when he sang aloft , we whistled while he shaved us with his scythe . * selective original character . adored by becca .
𝘪𝘢𝘯 !
BROWS PULL TIGHT IN SCOWL , the edge of his own beer bottle pausing at his lips . irritation bubbles beneath his breast like an old friend ( when is he not in a bad mood these days ? he needs a good fight . he’s going crazy . ) ❝ ————— since when are ye my mother ? fuck off wit’ that . — an’ i think i’ll stay ‘til las’ call . m’ thinkin’ i might get lucky t’night . if ye know what i mean . ❞
aggression met with a sigh , too old and too tired to keep such childlike pettyness amused . booze finished off , lifting from his stool as fingers wrap ‘round leather draped over the back . movements meticulously fluid , stopping to take a breath & to carefully clap a hand over ian’s shoulder . harry knows the war he fights in his own mind , how muscles strain and knuckles go white how he so desires the battlefield once more . one wish for the future that they do not share . ❛ i’ll be ‘ome when y’re done . ❜
men of few words are the best men . * random edits of harry 001 \ ???
𝘪𝘢𝘯 !
❝ 'm not yellin ‘ , ❞ he gripes , muttering obscenities beneath his breath . a shot of amber liquor is poured , knocked back , his scowl drifting forth as he catches his mate’s gaze . ❝ ————— fuckin’ liar . i know you ‘arry . now talk . yer pissin’ me off wit’ yer shit . ❞
❛ y’ fuckin’ are . ❜ jaw set , teeth clench , knuckles gripping tight round the neck of his beer bottle . holds it any tighter it’ll c r a c k in his grip , so he lets go , rests palm down on his knee . ❛ y’r bein O B N O X I O U S , ian . le’s jus’ go ‘ome , yeah ?? booze ‘n all’a this’ll still be ‘ere t’morrow . ❜
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𝘪𝘢𝘯 !
❝ ——————- OI ! I CAN FEEL YE JUDGIN’ ME ! fuck off wi’ that , ye git . ❞ his voice leaves no room for argument , harsh && biting around the edges . ( never mind the fact that harry is probably right – as per usual . the fucker . )
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❛ quit y’r yellin ’ . ❜ brows raise , lips pursing in attempt to keep growing grin at bay . fingers grasp & lift bottle to mouth , sip , swallow . ❛ 'm jus ’ lookin ’ . ‘ sides , if i were judgin’ ya , i’d tell ya . ❜
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out there , we've walked quite friendly up to death , sat down and eaten with him , cool and bland , pardoned his spilling mess - tins in our hand . we've sniffed the green thick odor of his breath , our eyes wept , but our courage didn't writhe . he's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed shrapnel . we chorused when he sang aloft , we whistled while he shaved us with his scythe . * selective original character . adored by becca .