dylan coleman.

“forget about our mothers and our friends. we were fated to pretend”

[youresoprettythatithurts]

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[seumgr]

[rosepls-blog]

Trust me, you’re doing better than you think, Dylan. And of course, why wouldn’t I? None of us are perfect.

[itsdylancoleman]

You seem pretty close to it. 

[rosepls-blog]

Shh, you don’t screw everything up, okay. I love youuu.

[itsdylancoleman]

Well, not everything. Just most things. The important ones at least. Except with you- you still tolerate me for some reason. I love you too, Rose.

[rosepls-blog]

You’re not a huge idiot. We all make mistakes. It’s okay.

[itsdylancoleman]

Mine just tend to screw everything up.

[rosepls-blog]

Neither can I since it’s not really that common of me, but oh well.

[rosepls-blog]

[itsdylancoleman]

I actually got more than a little drunk as well last night. There's no way I'm getting drunk again until well past my twenty-first birthday. I feel like a huge idiot.

[hilorpg-deactivated20140723]

Thanks Dylan, ‘m not that great of a person but thanks.

[hilorpg-deactivated20140723]

[itsdylancoleman]

Why would you say that?

[rubywus]

Are butt pads a thing? Or are all skateboarders risking their asses?

[itsdylancoleman]

Well, the smart ones wear pads. Apparently I'm not too bright.

Most people do when they try a fairly new difficult trick at full speed. Naturally, I hadn't even been planning on trying the trick that day. It just kind of happened and now I have some bruises to prove it, which should probably be considered getting off easy.

[hilorpg-deactivated20140723]

Don’t beat yourself down, you’ve been pretty great as far as I’ve known you.

[itsdylancoleman]

I could say the same for you.

[rosepls-blog]

No, this headache is just terrible. I got drunk last night, surprisingly. What about you, Dyl?

[itsdylancoleman]

Wow, I can't even remember the last time you drank.

[rubywus]

Damn, that’s a shame. You didn’t hurt yourself in the process, did you?

[itsdylancoleman]

Luckily, no. I may or may not have busted ass though, but that is well beside the point.

[hilorpg-deactivated20140723]

Oh don’t say that, you can manage a skateboard so I think you’re pretty graceful.

[itsdylancoleman]

You'd be surprised. I'm pretty sure skateboarding is one of the few things I can actually do right.

[hilorpg-deactivated20140723]

I’m smarter then I look Dylan, I think everyone could have paper bags on their heads and I’d still figure out which one is  you.

[itsdylancoleman]

Yeah, because I'd be the one banging into everything. I'm not known for grace even when I can actually see where I'm going.

[rosepls-blog]

Never will I ever do that again.. This headache is killing me.

[itsdylancoleman]

You good, Rose? What's going on?

I definitely feel you on the headache though.

[itsdylancoleman]

Dylan's masquerade ball tux.

[itsdylancoleman]

The threats circled in Dylan's mind.

We're watching.

The words pounded against his skull in a migraine inducing rhythm.

We won't stop until your bloodline is eliminated. You don't deserve to exist. Your family has destroyed lives. We won't let you ruin any others.

Dylan's first instinct should have been to run for his mother's. He should have called her, then the police. Instead, he just crumpled the note in his fist and smashed his fist into the vase his mother had gotten him in an attempt to make his apartment more dignified. The glass decoration smashed onto the wood floor, shattering down the hall.

Maybe Dylan would have warned his mother, if she didn't already know exactly what was going on. In fact, he figured she had received a similar note. Dylan was not a particularly perceptive person, but he was not stupid either. He had figured something was up... but something this huge? No way.

We told your parents to protect you. That we were coming for you. For all of you. We gave you a warning. You didn't even take it. You didn't even run.

Now, soon, you will pay.

You made this too easy.

Dylan was going to kill his parents... if whoever was after them- Periculum, the note had said- didn't first.

But first, he had to go to this stupid party. A promise was a promise and unlike his parents, Dylan knew how to keep one. He should be safe there, at least. Safer than staying home all by himself. Who would dare kill him with hundreds of witnesses all over? Dylan doubted anyone was even really after them at all. It was probably just some idiot targeting and getting off on tearing some poor family apart. What he didn't doubt was that his parents knew. It made sense. The moving, phone number changes, the hushed whispers and nervous looks every time the mail came. Dylan knew why his parents had showed a few letters to the police now. The things from his childhood that had never made sense were now beginning to click. His parents could have at least told him they had a stalker.

Dylan attempted to convince himself that he was going to the party because he made a commitment the entire way there. However, he was really just too scared to face his parents. Not  right away. He didn't even know what he'd do yet. All Dylan could think about was his stinging betrayal and burning anger.