Don't Waste Your Time

Link Howell. I'm seventeen. I was a patient at Broken Asylum. You can change the name all you want, but it was still hell after. Something was still living in those walls. Now We're here.

[link-howell]

fifteenyeartragedy:

..A-Are you sure? Because… I-I don’t want y-you to f-feel obligated or anything…

“Not at all. It’ll be a good distraction. For both of us.”

[link-howell]

fifteenyeartragedy:

…I-I was… going t-to ask if… you could t-teach m-me… but… it s-seems sort of… early for that.

“I may not be the best teacher,r but I can try to teach you.”

[link-howell]

grahamdanieli:

“You make a good point. I also like it when songs have long titles. I think it’s cool.”

“Like There’s A good Reason These Tables are Numbered You Just Haven’t Figured It Out Yet. I love those songs.”

[link-howell]

stuckinmysickness:

Looking over to him, the brunette nodded, a half-smile stretching one side of her mouth. “Mhm.” She answered, continuing to follow behind him. The less information, the less chance of any questions or second guesses, she’d found. Though, if he had asked she probably would have claimed to have felt a draft. Upon entering his room behind him, her brows lifted almost as if she was impressed with the mess. “You must’ve worked hard to get it like this.” She joked, and nearly tripped over what she assumed to be a shirt on the floor. Assuming they’d be using his bed as a couch, she placed the box down next to it and then gestured as if to ask if that was a good spot – before taking out two green coolers. “Do you like lime? There’s other flavours too, but…” She gave a one-shouldered shrug.

“Okay. Whatever.” He shrugged, dropping down on to his bed. His room was a complete disaster zone. All of his clothes were all of the place. The dirty ones on the floor, the clean ones on top of the dresser, the ones that were questionable were in the chair. Food wrappers and comic books riddled the nightstand and the floor around the bed. It was the room of a teenage boy. “I’m not picky. Gimme whatever you don’t want.”

[link-howell]

grahamdanieli:

“Castle of Misfit Toys.” Graham said the first thing that came to his head. “Though that’s kind of long. Do you have any ideas?”

“Some of the best bands have long names. Fall Out Boy. Panic! at the Disco. A Day To Remember. Bob Marley and the Wailers. String Cheese Incident.” he listed the first bands that he could think of. “I haven’t a clue.”

[link-howell]

stuckinmysickness:

“I think that’s a fair price for cleaning up my vomit.” She said, shooting him a grin in return for his smirk. Despite how she was coming across on the outside, their last conversation played over and over again in her head, and it was easily sending shivers up her spine – luckily she could easily play that off with the vibe of the movie they were going to watch, and it being Halloween night and all. However, on a subconscious level she’d purposely invited herself along to hang out with him, knowing that there was a good chance she could find herself in some sort of trouble. “Are we almost there?” She asked, adjusting the box she was holding, as her arms were beginning to feel the weight of its contents.

“You okay?” Link asked, seeing her shiver. Was she cold or was it the movies they were going to watch? It never seemed that cold in the castle to Link--although he liked the cold. She didn’t seem like the type to get scared by horror movies. But that didn’t mean anything. Link had learned that looks can be deceiving. “Yeah. It’s right here.” He pushed open the door at the end of the hall and stepped in. “Ignore the mess.”

[grahamdanieli-blog]

“Hey imagine that, being famous here.” The idea was amusing and fed into his unrealistic dream. “Starting a band would kill time.”

[link-howell]

"It would be amazing. We should do this." Link smiled. Music was something Link always cared about and dreamed about. "What would we be called?"

[link-howell]

stuckinmysickness:

The small brunette’s lips began to spread at his answer, her brows lowering to their natural position on her face. “I wish I could say the same…” She somewhat mumbled, dark eyes remaining on the back of his head as she continued her steps behind him. She wasn’t much of a drinker, herself. There had always been opportunities for her to get her hands on bottles of wine, vodka, whiskey – whatever her mom had at the time, and she usually had more than she could drink before passing out – but she’d only taken a handful of them. “…Okay, pillows are acceptable.” She agreed after a short pause of consideration. 

“I’ll take care of you, if you puke. But I will be laughing.” Link smirked at her. He wasn’t very experienced in the ways of taking care of people when they were sick, but he had been taken care of enough to pick up on a few things. “Okay. Then let’s do this.”

[link-howell]

sierraxlockheart:

Sierra pouted a bit when he took the bottle but didn’t resist too much. “Silly silly. There is no being safe from the queen, I understtaand that noww.” She swallowed before looking over to him. “Evenn when sshe is dead, she comess back. She’llll always comme back.”

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“Do you see the queen right now? She’s not here. you don’t have to do this.” He told her, setting the bottle out of her reach. “You’re stronger than her, Alice. You can’t let her win.”

[link-howell]

sierraxlockheart:

Sierras bright blue eyes flashed to the boy who had approached here before smiling widely and outputting an exaggerated nod, “Im greatt! The red queenn was here and I didn’t want too see here so the rabbit gave me thiss” She held up the bottle, “To get away.”

“Oh, Alice.” Link smiled at the girl. He took the bottle from her and gently set it on the floor. “How are  you feeling? You safe from the queen?”

[link-howell]

fifteenyeartragedy:

That’s brave… Do… y-you think you c-could… actually, n-never mind.

I-I think you’re r-really good.

“Could what?”

[link-howell]

stuckinmysickness:

A smile lit up the small brunette’s face, taking what he said as more of a promise than a hint of any kind. “We have plenty of stuff to get you drunk on, just don’t scream yourself to projectile vomiting.” She said, a light chuckle chasing her words. If he did end up tossing his cookies tonight, she wasn’t going to leave him; she knew enough about how to take care of a drunk person to stick it out. Before she had enough time to react, he was walking, and Smithers followed without any hesitation, carrying the oversized box with her. “…If you can make it through the whole movie without needing a blanket, I’ll let you in on a secret.” She said, attempting to make conversation until they got to his room.

“I’ve never puked from drinking before.” Link argued, with a little smirk. That shouldn’t have been a fact that he was proud of. But he was. He could drink most of his friends under the table--even at the young age of seventeen. “Can I have a pillow? I like to hold something while watching movies. I promise not to hide behind it.”

[stuckinmysickness-blog]

link-howell:

“Deal. I’d actually really like the company. Horror movies are always better when you watch them with other people.”

A small, though genuine smile reached her features at his comment about wanting company; she didn’t feel like she was intruding. “Definitely. – Especially if the person you’re watching with is a screamer.” She said, her gaze softening on him. Finishing off the beverage in her hand, the brunette quickly discarded the bottle, forgetting about it entirely as her attention shifted to the other bottles she’d taken from the box. Packing them up, she stood and lifted the cardboard box up in her arms, ready to be led.

[link-howell]

Link quickly finished his drink and discarded the bottle. "I tend to be. The more intoxicated I get." He chuckled, pushing himself to his feet. "My room, I'm assuming." The lad didn't wait for an answer before he started walking. It wasn't like there was much of a rec room to hang out in here like there used to be in the asylum.

[sierraxlockheart]

Sierra sat in the middle of the hallway, holding the bottle she had gotten her hands on. She was humming to herself, her voice seemingly sweeter than it normally was, and her movements lagging. “Mmaaybbe if I wass a bird, I couldd flyyyy away!” Her voice trailed off into a series of closed eyed giggles.

[link-howell]

Link stood at the end of the hall, watching the girl drink. He didn't intend to be a creep, but he didn't know how approach the girl until she started singing. Slowly, he walked up to her. Not wanting to scare her. "Hey, Alice. Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling in front of her.

[stuckinmysickness-blog]

link-howell:

“Poltergeist all the way.”

…I’ll give you more coolers if you let me watch it with you.

[link-howell]

"Deal. I'd actually really like the company. Horror movies are always better when you watch them with other people."

[link-howell]

stuckinmysickness:

Sounds like fun. Are you more of a Texas Chainsaw kind of guy or Poltergeist?

“Poltergeist all the way.”

[link-howell]

fifteenyeartragedy:

…In… front of other… p-people?

“Sometimes. Mainly just in my room.”