dark and deadly

i am a FIRE that you will NEVER snuff out i am a STORM; a DISASTER and i will make sure you know my POWER, my DESTRUCTION

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

“I was kinda hoping you had,” Charlie laughed. He looked around the barn, and smiled. He had never been prouder of his brother. Charlie for sure would not have been able to take control of the situation as fast as Frank. “So you’re in charge? I have to be on my best behavior then. I don’t want to embarrass my little brother,” he said playfully attempting to put his brother in a headlock. “I’ll help in anyway that I can. I may not be a good fighter, yet, but I can help make maps or gather supplies,” he said to his brother. 

“You’ll get to look around for yourself.” He said turning to face his brother as he walked. He grabbed a blanket off of the floor holding it out for his brother. “I am.” He said nodding as he broke away from the headlock. “I have two other people though who help keep the camp in check.” He said with a slight smile. “There’s plenty that you can do to help the camp without fighting, and you’ll get better.”

[charliiehorne-blog]

Charlie & Frank Horne

“ There is no one I trust more than my brother “ - Charlie

@frankhorne

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

Charlie smiled when his brother said there was a few. Sure, Charlie should probably be thinking about other things right now, but all he could think about was that he’d never had a real relationship. He’d thought that he’d have time to settle down and have a family. However, now that seemed like something that would never happen. Charlie looked at everything when they were inside. He was amazed at what they had done in light of everything. “Wow,” he said in awe. “Do you know all of these people, or are they people who just knew to head this way?” He asked as he followed his brother. “I will have to warn you…I sleep talk,” Charlie said with a grin. The two boys hadn’t slept in the same room since they were children, and wasn’t sure if the younger sibling remembered.

Frank had been meeting a lot of people the past few days. He got to know the basics of them, but when it came to remembering how they all looked they blurred together. Everyone at the camp looked the same. They all looked the same tired and hungry. Almost all of them of them had bloodstains splattered on them. “They headed this way. I along with a two others make a decision about letting them in.” He told him as entered the barn. From the outside the barn looked like it had been there for hundreds of years, but it provided the shelter that they needed. He smiled slightly. “You think that I would forget that?”

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

“That doesn’t matter,” Charlie said with a honest tone. “You are my cool little brother,” he said with a nudge. Though Charlie was older, he had always thought his younger sibling to be the cooler and tougher one out of the pair. In a lot of ways, Charlie felt like the younger sibling. “Thanks Frank,” he smiled when Frank said he’d train him. “So…are there any good looking guys at your camp?” Charlie joked in an attempt to make the situation lighter. Charlie had spent most of his life in the closet about his sexuality. However, in the past few years he finally felt comfortable with letting his family and friends know that he was gay. 

It did matter, but he chose to stay silent. He was always very protective of big brother. His brother was always the better one of the two of them. Frank had never been a good person. He had hurt, killed people before everything had happened. “There are a few. I think you might like them.” He said with a slight smile. He felt guilty for having hidden so much of what he used to do while his brother was honest with him. “We’re almost here, just up ahead.” He said as he pointed to where you could see the startings of a wall. When they arrived at the camp he moved quickly inside gesturing for his brother to follow him. “You can stay at my area until you get your own set up.”

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

“You are very cool you know that?” He said with genuine admiration. “I’d probably be hiding in a room somewhere waiting to be eaten,” Charlie said with honesty. He looked where his brother gestured. “Lead the way Frank,” he smiled. Charlie was good with taking notes, documentation, and philosophical items. That’s what drew him to teaching. The fact that he was going to get kids to think deeper about subjects, and get to handle paperwork excited him. Now, however, he wished he had been a survivalist or something that could actually come in handy. “Hey Frank…when we get to your camp can you…uh…show me how to shoot? I kinda realized I really suck at it.” he laughed. 

Frank turned around to face him at his words. He shook his head. “I have spent more time around weapons then the average person.” He said. He thought that if his brother knew who he really was, and what he really did that he would not think the same. He knew that he wasn’t a good person, and he had made his peace with that. “It’s not too far away.” He said as he began walking. He nodded at his question. “I don’t think you’ve had to shoot a gun before to survive.” He said with a slight smile. “We’ll get practice when we go hunting.”

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

“I forget how badass you are sometimes,” he smiled at him. Charlie honestly didn’t think that Frank would get hurt, but then again, Charlie didn’t think the dead would come back either. So when his brother appeared out of nowhere, Charlie was beyond happy. Charlie shook his head. “I…had drinks a while back, but not really anything substantial.” He said. He shoved his hands into his hoodie - the hoodie that smelt horrible and was covered in dirt and blood. “You mentioned something about a barrier?” He asked. It came as no surprise to Charlie that his brother already carved out a safe space. Though most people Charlie knew thought he was the most well prepared, they only thought so because they didn’t know Frank. Frank was the man with a plan. 

He let out a chuckle. “With what’s happening you’ll get to see more of my skillset.” He said his lips curling up into the slightest of smiles. His brother only new a part of his checkered past. He tried to keep hidden all of the terrible things that he had done. Now that the world had fallen apart he realized that he would need the skills he had learnt. “I have some back at my camp.” He said to him tilting his head to where it was. “We’re working on it to make it stronger.” He said with a nod. “We should get back before night.”

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

Charlie knew that his brother was not the best at expressing his feelings, but Charlie was. Even though the past few days had slowly caused his heart to freeze, the sight of his brother quickly melted it. “Fr-Frank?” He said as he quickly embraced Frank in a tight hug. “I was so scared,” he admitted in a soft voice. He held onto his brother for a few seconds before letting go. Charlie cleared his throat and quickly wiped away the tears from his cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t end up someone’s dinner,” he joked. There were very few  people that Charlie was real with and his brother was now the only person he trusted enough to see that side of him. 

A small smile appeared on his face as he wrapped his arms around his brother pulling him into a hug. He loved his brother he would be lying if he said different. “We’ll be okay.” He said his tone softer than normal. There were few people that he would ever let himself be vulnerable around, but his brother was one of those people. As he pulled away from the hug he looked around the surroundings checking to make sure that there were no walkers nearby. “You should know me well enough to know that there is no way I’d be someone's dinner.” He said shaking his head before pausing. “You had any food or water the last few days?” He asked concern apparent in his tone.  

[frankhorne]

charliehornehq:

⸻ @frankhorne

Charlie had been traveling without his brother for a few days. He found himself becoming more despondent with each passing day. Charlie had seen his student attacked, and when he had tried to help the student he ended up killing the kid. His brother had found him right after, but as luck would have it they were separated. Knowing that his brother would be heading to the least populated area had sent Charlie on a path to the mountains. He looked around hoping, praying, that his brother would be around. 

Frank had made his way up the mountain knowing that they needed to get away from populated areas. He had been walking up and down the mountain looking for supplies when he spotted a person. He slowed to a stop, staying hidden behind a tree. After a few moments of watching them he slowly made his way out from behind the tree. As he got closer he realized that the person he had been watching was his brother. “If you’re looking for food. There are some berries a few meters away.” He said. He had never been one to express emotions, but he knew his brother could tell that he was relieved. 

[frankhorne]

bloodbathnbyond:

“okay, trudy is a beta fish. there’s, like, no meat on her. we’re not eating the world’s oldest pet fish, i dont care how hungry we get.”

“i can hunt. i’m not going to have your fish.”

[frankhorne]

wclff:

“ i’m not taking this LIGHTLY. i just don’t see the point in panicking over a few drugged morons - it’ll pass. in the mean time , we’re doing our best to keep everyone safe. ”

“druggies? they’re not just druggies. i have seen people on drugs this is more then that.”

[frankhorne]

ameliarcyes:

          She’d stayed at the hospital for as long as she could, saw as much blood, gore and death as she could emotionally handle and then headed home. So far no one, nothing, had bit her. So far she was intact. As desperate as she was to survive, to help, she knew that there wasn’t a lot that she could do with so little information. Once she arrived home, Amelia curled up on her couch, a butcher knife in her hand, and cried for a minute. Sixty seconds of emotional vulnerability was all that she allotted herself. When the door opened, she held the knife out and looked over the back of her couch. There she saw Frank, not a flesh eating… thing, and a breath of relied came out. The knife clattered to the floor when she crossed the room to him. Wordlessly, she hugged him tightly, all anger forgotten amongst this confusing mess. “Are you okay? You’re alive, you’re not bleeding…”

         The male had been worried for her. He knew that she tried to help people, and he believed that left her vulnerable. He didn’t know if she would be able to make a tough decision nor did he want her to deal with the aftermath of having to kill the things. That was why he had rushed over to her after checking on his brother. Entering the home he had his gun out scanning the rooms until Amelia rushed out. He quickly put the gun back in his waistband. He froze for a second as she wrapped her arms around him. It took him a moment to hug her back. Embracing her reminded him of the old times, of what they had. He quickly pushed down the thoughts know he needed to focus. “I’m not hurt. Are you okay? Did anybody hurt you in the hospital?” He asked pulling away from the embrace to look her over to check to make sure that she was truly okay.

[frankhorne]

@ameliarcyes

          a grim expression was etched onto the mans face. he had heard the news, and despite his cold person he did have a few people that he did actually have concerns about. upon hearing the news frank grabbed his handgun, and drove over to amelia’s house. using the key he entered the house. he normally knocked to be polite, but today he was more concerned for her safety and to see if she was okay. “amelia, you home?” he called out his voice ringing throughout the house.

[frankhorne]

@charliehornehq

frank had been home watching the news when he got a text from his brother, one of his students had been bit. he instantly shut off the tv storming to the bedroom pulling out the trunk of weapons that he kept stashed beneath it. he grabbed two glocks before shutting it, and storming out of the house and into the car. he drove furiously to the hospital. slamming the door shut behind him he made his way to the hospital where he spotted his brother. he grabbed one gun out of his waistband handing it to him. “we need to get somewhere safe.” he said relief hidden behind his serious tone.

[lifeinpoetry]

I know better than anyone that I’m more accustomed / to holding a knife / than holding someone’s hand.

Meggie Royer, from “Psych Ward Lover,” Potions for Witches the Boys Couldn’t Burn (via starkcarters)

[drowsydrunk]

you’ll dream yourself/to death  building kingdoms on  ruins of your memory _ when did the ruler become the slave/when did he lose his mind to melancholy?

after all this time you still can’t let go| memory for @rhysaynd (via andrewminyardt)

[frankhorne]

madamexbliss:

“Everyone seems to be drinking, panicking, complaining or some weird combination of all three.” letting a sly grin grace her lips as she ordered herself a drink, “So tell me which one are you leaning towards?” 

“I’m always drinking.” He said taking a swig from his whiskey. 

[frankhorne]

goredolld:

“hey kid– since the world might be ending, wanna buy some drugs?” jesus christ.

“thanks kid, but i grew out of that phase a long time ago.”