loganxhastings:
“Six years.” There was no point in lying. He hadn’t come back for funerals or changes, or anything that meant being a responsible adult. Why? Because he honestly couldn’t face the sadness that came with losing people. It was easier to pretend it wasn’t there if he didn’t have to come back and see it all over his family’s faces. His charm was on his side as well as his flighty personality to where no one seemed to hold it against him and the guilt was only slight and easily ignored on his part. “I like how you twist things to benefit you. Admirable quality. Just like Belize all over again.” He took a generous drink as she spoke like she was completely innocent. He very much doubted that. She was trying to settle down in a safe haven. Someone with his wanderlust only settled when they were running from something. It did make him curious though. “I’ve been the trouble my fair share of times, I’ll admit that freely. But when I’m here I’m an uncle and an angel. You understand the need to be good for family, surely.”
“Been a way a long time, Hastings,” She said quietly, a hint of jealously in her voice as she spoke. After having lost someone herself, the last thing she wanted to do was have to stick around to witness more people she cared about die in front of her very eyed. She missed being on the run, she missed the carefree selfishness she used to possess. Sure, it had been lonely always on the run never staying in one place long enough to get attached. But, not getting attached meant she didn’t have to get hurt again, and if her heart was protected then maybe the loneliness wouldn’t be so bad. “I’m not twisting things. I just see the world different than you , Pretty Boy,” Maddy said with a little laugh, taking another sip of her drink. All Maddy ever did was run. She was good at it. Never stopping too long to even let her feet rest. When she had come to Hollow Grove, she had never expected to stay long, but the life took hold. The naive reckless free spirit fell for not one, but two different people. Both who were gone now. Stopping running got her no where. She was still the broken girl with the free spirit and an ability to be the life of the party with a drop of a hat. Just a little more broken than she was before. “An angel? Now that I’d love to see,” She smiled up at him, shaking her head back and forth curiously. “I don’t really have much family left, but, sure, I do what I can for the one I’ve got.”













