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“Solo se si lascia loro.” She reached up to tap him on the side of his head when he moved forward, knocking at the beanie that was never far from reach before she moved to fix the books that he’d moved.

greenewithisolation

Wrinkling his nose, he righted the beanie she knocked astray and resumed his lounging position across from her, “Sono gli omini blu da sotto il letto posteriore? Hai ascoltato le loro storie? Quello che ti ho detto a tale proposito , Sparky.” Idly he picked one of the books off the top of her pile and started leafing through it, seemingly without thought, but he was carefully picking apart the finer nuances of the human cerebellum. Or whatever that grey squishy thing was.

#laylagreenes #c: layla #// :|

laylagreenes:

Frowning slightly at the agitation that her books had to take from the unwanted boots, Layla couldn’t keep a straight face even if she wanted to when she looked up. She rolled her eyes. “è solo parlando con me stesso quando nessuno è in ascolto.”

“Guarda, sis,” Leaning forward, he plopped an extra apple down on top of her notes, taking another bite of his own, “C'è sempre qualcuno che ascolta.”

#laylagreenes #c: layla #//I AM IN AN EMOTIONAL PLACE RN #I DON'T NEED YOUR BACKSASSERY #hashtag i tried

laylagreenes

With three exams, two essays, and an oral presentation in a class that she’d taken as an elective, Layla had successfully buried herself in an sea of books that littered the lone table that she occupied in the farthest corner of the library. It was the only place that she could hope to concentrate without fear of anyone disturbing her, catching her off guard, and hurting them. “Dormirò quando sarò morto,” she mumbled softly, oblivious to anyone approaching as she highlighted the passage she’d been translating. “Ovviamente.”

greenewithisolation

Carter plopped down in the chair across from his dear, old, twin, and kicked his feet up on the table, dislodging a few books here or there. “Stai parlando a te stesso.” Taking a bite from the apple he’d brought with him, Carter grinned at Layla with a wink, “Ancora.”

#laylagreenes #c: layla #//this is my favorite gif of him #and i'm too lazy to do html rn because i'm watching LOT #'you're talking to yourself. again.'

wildfirewhitfield

“A fire joke? Funny. Hilarious. Definitely never heard it before.”

greenewithisolation

“What. It was funny. Learn to take a joke man, you’ll live longer.”

#wildfirewhitfield

cassyiglesias-blog

Since coming to Nightingale Haven, Cassy found herself a complete stranger to everything here. Though there were people like her there, people with powers, she found them incredible. So as Carter grew a daisy right in front of her in his hands, she was simply lost for words; she decided it was the power she favoured out of most of them there. “I prefer flowers to trees.” The Spaniard stated with a half shrug of the shoulders. She looked up to him and smiled, again. "Gracias."

greenewithisolation

"Yeah...me too." Carter ducked his head to hide the smile that sprouted there, unused to the praise and general excitement she seemed to exude. "What's, uh...yours?" Mentally smacking himself for the awkward turn of phrase, Carter lifted his gaze to meet hers and hoped the change of conversation would help him get his equilibrium back.

#c: cassy #ngl they're stupid cute rn

laylagreenes

"What do you think it’s supposed to mean? I’m sure you could figure it out somewhere in that big head of your’s."

greenewithisolation

"My head is regular sized, you miniature miscreant."

#c: layla

laylagreenes

Layla chewed on her bottom lip as she turned away, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time she walked away from him but it hurt as much as she did the first time. Lucky was on her side for once, hearing him call out before she even took another step in the opposite direction as she turned back towards him with a worried look on her face. “Why?” Her voice was soft, hoping it wouldn’t be enough for him to clam up with but rather open up with her.

greenewithisolation

Carter kept his eyes on soil so he didn't have to see the pity in her eyes, biting down on the words he wanted to say. It was hard enough for him to share his emotions and fears normally, ten times harder with her, when it should be the easiest thing in the world, but he'd started this. Tangling a hand caked with dirt in his hair, he could feel his teeth bite down hard enough to make his lip bleed as he muttered out a soft, "I keep...nightmares, Layla. I keep having nightmares..."

#c: layla

casstate-deactivated20150223

"You know what? Forget it — Do you have anymore of those?"

greenewithisolation

Pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his pockets, he offered them to her. "Last one, so better enjoy it."

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#c: cass

valerias-healingtouch-blog

"Well, then what have you been doing?”

greenewithisolation

Not sleeping. Having nightmares. Studying incessantly. Losing chunks of time in his garden when his power gets away from. Carter could say any number of things, but he simply grins with a shrug, "Going to classes, mostly. When humongous storms aren't trying to wipe out our very existence."

#c: val

laylagreenes

"Not if they’re all like you."

greenewithisolation

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

#c: layla

laylagreenes

She knew better than to have held her breath for that shocker of an exclamation out of him, not when she knew better than to expect anything less. Her fingers loosened their grip on the grass and instead fell into her lap as she let out a resigned sigh, ready to call it a day. Picking herself up slowly, she brushed off the dirt that stuck to her before glancing back over at him. “Congrats.”

greenewithisolation

Carter curled further in on himself, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he said the wrong thing, again. Scrubbing a hand across his face, furthering the dirt streaks there,he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, sunken shadows speaking more than words. "Thanks." Letting the rest of his seeds slip back into his pockets, he watched her start to walk away, that same familiar fear that seized him every time he closed his eyes caused him to call out, " I can't--sleep."