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Hey guys! Might be takin a temporary hiatus or something similar. I got a job and ive been really tired as of late. I will be coming back sporadically tho! Thanks for your patience ❤
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@westhoped asked: ‘ fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong. ’
Growling Suggestion
“Is that some kinda joke, mister?” It wasn’t very funny. Kieran stopped wiping the main camp table, looking up at the older man with an expression of confusion. Hosea hadn’t been rude to him during his brief time in the Van Der Linde gang. In fact he’d been one of the kindest, all on account that he left Kieran alone. They hadn’t spoken a single word to one another and Kieran couldn’t be happier for that. Silence was far better than a set of hot gelding tongs to his privates.
Kieran figured that this cruel attempt at comedy was an attempt to be paternal, like Hosea was with Arthur and John. It was sweet, if that was the case. He didn’t think about why else Hosea would have broken their friendly silence to give him some well-meaning advice.
The idea of falling in love seemed so far away from the realm of real possibility, even if he couldn’t stop the beat of his heart. A romantic he would always be. What really hurt was the insinuation that he could ever feel strong. He’d felt strong once, in what felt like a lifetime past. By now it was a barely there memory, a puff of exhaled fog on a chilly morning that was gone before he’d get the chance to see it again.
“I’ll...keep it in mind.”
─𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. ori. rdr2 chrctcr. multiverse. created by arte.
How do you like to be loved?
stay with me while the storm is strong
we all need someone sometimes, and you often don't feel like you are worth someone remaining. you are, though. i know that you crave for someone to be there and rest their hand against your back during the bad times. for a loving voice to lull you to sleep with a cadence of compassion and a desire to remain. you just want someone to remain. through and past the bad parts when you know it is difficult. you want to fall asleep to their voice and wake up to them still there in the morning. you want them to know the way that you take your tea and keep a box of your favorite flavor in their pantry in case you have a bad night and need to come over. you want to trust someone enough to give them a key to your house. and you deserve it, love. you deserve for someone to linger. you deserve to place your trust in another and know that they'll help you brush your hair if you're just too tired. you deserve for someone to remain.
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Im going on a backpacking trip for the next three/four days! You all have my good vibes, see you in a bit :3 ❤
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Im going on a backpacking trip for the next three/four days! You all have my good vibes, see you in a bit :3 ❤
@coyotesteeth asked: ‘ i have no home anymore. ’
Growling Suggestion
When Johann breaks the silence to speak, Kieran is stunned at the admission. He instantly feels awkward, like he’s interrupting on something private, that he shouldn’t be listening to. But Johann had said it to him.
“Well...I didn’t either, for a long time.” His tone is soft, nervous. He didn’t have a reason to be scared of the other, in fact he was quite comfortable in Johann’s presence. And they were the only two left around the scout fire. It had just been a while since he’d needed to console someone.
“But that doesn’t mean you can’t find a new one...I-I don’t think, at least..” He gestures to Branwen. “She’s my home.” Kieran looked down at his shoes, trying to think. “Uhm...fishin’ is my home too, sorta. It ain’t somethin’ physical, or at least it don’t have to be.”
He took a deep breath to steel himself, scooting over so their shoulders touched.
“And..home can be in people, too...so...” His mouth dried out, and it felt like all the moisture finds itself in his clammy hands. “If you need a home...you got me.”
@allnostalgic asked: “You’re sopping wet.” / from arthur!
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“Well you certainly don’t have to tell me!” Kieran thrusted his arms down, a sheet of water coming off his clothes to hit the porch with a harsh slap. His clothes were stuck to every inch of him, wet and cold and uncomfortable. He didn’t often let discomfort make him upset, but it had been raining for three days, and the rain always gave away to humidity. Just another addition to his miserable condition.
“A’m miserable enough without you creepin’ up on me, Arthur.” Kieran didn’t want to go back out into the rain, but he was positive he wasn’t welcome near the house at Shady Bell, even standing on the porch. Arthur opening the door to state the obvious felt like a silent request to get away, like he wasn’t already aware he wasn’t wanted.
“A’m leavin’ in just a second, okay?”
“ it’s just this silly romance i’m readin’ . ” she puts the novel aside , giving him a small smile . “ i like collecting ‘em . ” / @horscared
“Oh?” Kieran hesitantly sat down beside her, looking at the book with a confused expression. He couldn’t read, so Mary-Beth so casually flipping through pages in her spare time was intriguing.
“I...I’m sure it ain’t silly. What’s it about?”
“ .. he couldn’t have died at a worse time . ” he’s speaking of sean , unsure what more could be said , if there ever was . this swamp air clung like a second skin , hot and stagnant . shady belle’s windows looked like wide eyes watching his every move . lenny sat across from kieran , a dying open fire between them . he goes to take a drink from his bottle of beer , sees it’s drained , and tosses it to the shrubs . “ y’know , i almost miss those damn mountains . ” / @horscared
“Well, that’s a lil’ morbid, dont’cha think?” Kieran mumbled from under the brim of his hat. He was fiddling with some leather cords, braiding them. “Even if it is true, I ‘spose...”
He didn’t feel out of line speaking to Lenny so boldly. He wasn’t like the rest of the gang- though he was sure the other didn’t trust him. They all had that in common. But Lenny was more level headed, a bit kinder, in that he left Kieran alone instead of seeking him out to antagonize. Sean was never kind to him in comparison, but he didn’t deserve to die the way he did.
“The mountains?” The one’s where he’d been captured? “Oh yes, I’d love to go back.” Hopefully the sarcasm didn’t bleed out enough to make things more awkward between them.