Lock

☣ Levi Archibald ☣ Nineteen ☣ Prehensile Hair ☣ MainStreet ☣  

[undefjnedvivian]

She didn’t know what she was doing or why she had bothered to get ready for the ball, but she had.

And then Vivian had changed her mind, taking off her mask and instead going to look for the boy with the crazy hair. The ball would last for the next few days anyway, and did she really even want to go? Upon finding and entering his room, courtesy of his roommate heading to the ball, she saw he was asleep. Nearing the side of his bed, the brunette peered down at him before turning around to stare out the window, when she felt an arm snake around her waste, pulling her down onto the bed as well.

“He-!” she began to exclaim, that is, until the taller boy snuggled into her, practically turning her into the small spoon. “God, you have a tight grip.” she muttered, giving up on trying to get out. The soft material of her dress fell gently against her skin, the close space making her realize how she really did smell like vanilla and strawberries. “This was not my plan.” she sighed, plucking a flower from her hair to play with, but she found herself feeling tired after a while…

[prehensilelock]

Lock's arms were tight around Vivian's petite waist and he immediately nuzzled his head against her neck so his lips pressed against the soft skin of her throat; the cool metal of his lip piercings scratching gently over her jaw. He snuggled her close like he would with a cold pillow and didn't even flinch at her sudden yelp. He simply continued snoring softly in her ear, breathes flowing through his chest like a low, peaceful purr.

Though what did make him twitch in annoyance was the fabric of her dress, dragging and scratching at his bare legs. Oh right, the male was in only a pair of boxers with his muscled stomach free of any cloth material. But that shouldn't be a big problem, right? Right.

The delicious smell of Vanilla and Strawberries hit Lock's nose and he suddenly hummed, pulling the female closer to take in more of her scent. Though this movement stopped once he inhaled too much and the smell of the flower nearly made him choke. He instantly turned his head to cough at the pollen, gripping his chest. But his eyes continued to stay closed. [Hes so tired he doesn't even care right now.] 

[olicouragecat-blog]

 When Oli was pulled closer, he couldn’t help the odd squeak that escaped him as his eyes went wide. Okay, barely-dressed dude was not going to let go any time soon. Oh great.

 Then, he found that there was a leg was pinning him down too, and Lock probably wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon, if what he was doing was any indication. No way he’d be like this if he was actually awake. Still, at least Oliver’s arms were free, so he wasn’t going to starve to death or anything.

 “Alright, not the cake, weirdo,” the boy mumbled with a roll of his eyes, stretching slightly for his snacks. So what if Lock was being weird and asleep, he was going to have his food and watch his damn sharks…Right after he tried stacking some of the chips on Lock’s face. For science.

[prehensilelock]

Lock's nose wrinkled at the sudden smell of nacho chips filling his nose, holding back a sneeze he simply wriggled his nose around like some type of small baby mouse. His hand arose to whack off whatever was bothering him and he effectively knocked down the towering chips, making them land all over Oliver's hair and face.

He lazily pulled the blankets close to his chest, along with Oliver so his lips brushed against the little one's ear, though he moved his head up before anything could happen and the pup's curly hair suddenly got into Lock's face, making him scrunch it up at the tickling sensation; once again the scent of cheese wafted through his senses.

"What the fucK.." Lock groaned out in a mumble and once again moved his head down so his soft lips accidently brushed against Oliver's cheek, the cool metal of his snake bite piercings nipping against the poor boy's fragile skin. He then mumbled once more in a grumpy manner, though it was inaudible. The sounds of chains clanging against metal boats echoed from the loud TV, making Lock flinch only slightly and his eyelids to flutter open only a little; though a sudden stop of movements would make him fall asleep again.

[olicouragecat-blog]

 Oliver had skipped the ball for two main reasons: he didn’t have anything to wear, and even if he did, it wouldn’t have gone well. With a sad face, the sixteen-year-old drifted from his room, his torn up clothes making him feel more ashamed of himself than normal as he slid past people in the fanciest clothes he’d ever seen. Making a face to himself, he ducked into a kitchen, grabbing himself a snack of veggie chips and juice before quietly slipping out to find somewhere to hide.

 He found himself in a room that was already occupied, but that didn’t really matter, since he just saw Lock, who was…asleep. Double safe! With a grin, Oliver went to sit on the one bit of couch that Lock wasn’t taking up, and switched on the TV. Surely Lock wouldn’t mind it if he woke up and Oli was there, out of all people. The kid at least thought he was one of the people that Lock could stand in the school, so he wasn’t going to die at least. Besides, sleeping Lock was even less harm than usual.

 Just as the skinny boy was about to open his drink, there was a noise from his side, and suddenly, there were arms around him. What. Curiously, Oliver looked down, taking a very confused moment to come to the conclusion that, yes, that was Lock, and yes he was being yanked down for snuggles. Whaaaaaaat. Was he supposed to say something? What was happening? Oh dear god.

 “Lock…?”

[prehensilelock]

Lock's grip grew stronger around Oliver's smaller waist as he unconsciously brought the poor boy to his broad chest like some type of stuffed animal or fluffy pillow. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers and a white t-shirt. But surely this would be the least of the pup's concern.

A soft snore left him as he snuggled deeper into the sheets and unfortunately for the pup, he soon had lifted a heavy leg and thrown it over Oliver's waist so he had no chance to move the lower portion of his body. The brute was too deep in his sleep to notice what he was doing, so forget about the small voice that questioned Lock's actions.

"Not the cake.." Lock mumbled gruffly underneath his breath, eyelashes fluttering slightly though his breathes remained collected and his features remained relaxed.

[prehensilelock]

Like hell Lock was going to the Masquerade Ball. Especially after what had happened this week, with both friends he considered family members, up and leaving him behind like some fuckin' lost puppy. And there was that girl with the blonde hair and fiery blue eyes. Fuck, what was her name again? Ahh, it's not like Lock should give a shit anyway, though it was very suspicious that the gal had left the same day Shock and Barrel did. Perhaps she had something to do with it. 

But, enough of that. Here Lock was. Cuddling up in a fluffy beige blanket, and body laid out on a lounging cough. His imbecilic roommate made far too much noise while getting ready for the Ball, and because killing was frowned upon in the academy or just society in general, he chose the latter of sleeping somewhere else. Currently he was snuggling up to his pillow and pulling the blanket up to his face. His eyelids were closed and eyebrows were relaxed, red lips parted slightly into a look of such peacefulness. His dark aura was gone in this state, he looked much the opposite as he did when he was awake. 

A few moments later, a tired groan left his lips and his messy white hair was everywhere; though it was shorter than it usually was as his forehead bangs were cut. With the tired groan, he reached his arms out, effectively wrapping them around someone's waist and bringing them down so he cuddled them to his chest with a tight grip. He pulled them close to his chest and snuggled them like a bear. Something he'd NEVER do when awake.

[homesickcriminal]

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[junlhoe]

WHY YOU DO THAT MICHeAL

[retrofiedliving]

OKAY THIS IS LIKE THE 10TH TIME I HAVE REBLOGGED THIS AND I DONT REGRET ANYTHING

[hyunnbinniee]

i don’t think there will ever be a time i DON’T reblog this!!!!! 

[kafelattae]

NO NO NO NO

[mapleka]

[prehensilelock]

im going to hell lash im going to hell but if u want an icon pls tell me pls i would do it pls still love me okay

[deathlyprankster-deactivated201]

Jack usually had a radar for Oogie and his gang, but right now, he was far too focused on something else to care less about them and their pranks, right now, he needed some time alone to think about the past week and a way to be over it as soon as he could. The Pumpkin King had to go back to his happy nature.

Then he heard a bump under the table and he frowned, thinking what in the world could have been and then he just heard the boy’s voice and rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with eyes tightly closed. Of course, staying away from trouble was impossible for him, or maybe it was the life’s way to help him forget about the last week. “What in the world are you doing down there, Levi?”, he just asked in a tone a tired father would use with his hyperactive son. His words couldn’t be less important to Jack and still, he managed to pull out his gloves and cover his hands with them, at this point he didn’t care the other had seen, the man could invent an excuse. Your mother, he would have said, but he was far too polite and he was not lowering down to his level. “No, Levi, but thanks for the concern”, he said sighing as he stood up, dusting off his clothes and walking to fix some flowerpots the other mutant had moved out of place. “What kind of idiotic idea has possessed your mind this time?”, he asked, already knowing the boy was planning something, it had been years of knowing each other after all.

[prehensilelock]

Lock gripped a remote with a few buttons on it, the one on the bottom holding the most lethal outcome if clicked. His now bright gaze roamed Jack's frame for a second and as idiotic as he presented himself, he had always took in someone's stature and aura skillfully in a matter of seconds. He could tell if someone was in a good mood or bad mood by the way they carried themselves in that very moment. Living with two other imbeciles was a huge plus being that they rarely showed emotions on subjects unless it confessed anger or unfairness. So year by year with Shock and Barrel he picked up on a few tricks and signs that helped him identify the mood of a persona. And by the looks of it, Jack felt like shit.

The brute quickly flashed his eyes across Jack's bruised knuckles before he covered them which made an eyebrow quirk up. He opened his mouth to either ask or taunt but that was easily forgotten and replaced with a mischievous smile at Jack's inquiry. He held the remote tightly in his hand and sat crisscross atop the table, ignoring the way Jack continued picking up after him. He was far away enough as to not get hurt. Maybe a little burn here and there. But not enough to kill the freakishly tall and long male. "Science experiment. It's educational, ain't it?" A cackle left him as he ducked underneath a few more flower pots, uncaringly letting a few fall and clicked the button.

 Silence.

 Lock's eyes peeked up from behind the plants, his face immediately showing signs of irritation when his little 'experiment' didn't go off. He was confused as how this could've happened and crawled over to the table that held the lot of fireworks. His eyes flick every which way to solve the problem, a low growl leaving his chest.

The growl came to a halt. His eyes suddenly widen.

The tips of each firework began to spark with fire.

All five of them.

  "SHIT" 

Lock yelled and crawled out as fast as he could, heart rate increasing until he could only hear the sound of his heart beating against his eardrums.

At the last minute, Lock peered at Jack's form still standing there, inevitably continuing to clear up his mess. His eyes harden as he figures his next move and mutters an inaudible: "Ugh. Fuck you Skellington,"

He growls out and escapes from underneath the table, running forward and pushes Jack with as much strength as he could to get him to safety, aiming for Jack to land in a soft flower bed across the room. This occurs seconds before the explosion goes off,

and when it does,

BOOM.

                  craCK.

  SQUelch.

Lock's body is pushed forcefully to the side and rammed into the nearest table, his skull smashing against the edge while bits of fire singe the side of his forehead and his body drops limp onto the floor; pieces of plant remains and goodies flying into the air like confetti at a party.

[olicouragecat-blog]

As Lock spoke, Oliver simply continued with his pull-ups. He was angry enough already, and now the dick was talking badly about Rita, but Oliver couldn’t really defend her as easily as he was used to doing since he was just as mad at her. At least he wasn’t making fun of Oliver, so that was…barely something, but it counted. And of course she’d called Lock a ‘bad influence’, he definitely was. One of the best kinds, but still terrible.

And Oliver stayed almost silent, quite determined to not say anything despite the staring that Lock was doing. He knew fully well that Lock could see his arms trying to give out on him, and knew that this whole quiet breakdown was making him curious, somehow. Probably because he wasn’t the only one who’d ever seen him get this bad before, and so quickly. Just yesterday, Oliver had been able to hold himself together, but when the sixteen-year-old crumbled, he fell faster than a tower of cards. He could see how that would make someone somewhat interested in his general pathetic life.

He was vaguely surprised at being called ‘Oliver’, since he had always thought that Lock hadn’t even known his name. But he kept his face neutral, and tried not to show anything. “You didn’t? Because that’s about all that I am,” the boy said angrily, pulling himself up once more. Oh, so now Lock was glaring, but fuck that. Oliver was beyond caring.

“Like fuck I’m getting down. And don’t start acting like you give a fuck, man, if my own damn sister didn’t say goodbye to me, how the hell am I supposed to believe that you care? All the times I tried being nice to you and…” And before he could finish his sentence, the boy’s arms gave out, and he fell to the floor, feeling everything become that much more sore and his eyes start to water, though he quickly blinked anything close to tears away. “Shit…”

[prehensilelock]

Lock’s expression stood calm as Oliver’s own features fell, all together, into sorrow and agony. Both from emotion and the way he pushed his body to continue working which again, would ultimately end him in passing out. The elder knew what Oliver felt at the moment. He'd been through it himself and still was going through it, though a few methods and a few people throughout the years helped him forget the hole expanding in his chest. He knew that whatever Oliver kept inside was now collapsing down on him like a ton of bricks. He knew the pain he’d be feeling in his chest, the tearing sensation of his ribs striking through his heart. As if his sense of worth was slowly diminishing. Lock was a professional when it came to these feelings after all.

Lock nearly narrowed his eyes in boredom at Oliver’s line of cuss words, though that action would stop all at once when Oliver’s strength was seconds away from snapping on him. Lock's thought process came down on him quickly. It was between catching the boy or simply letting him fall. If he'd let him fall it would be out of teaching him a lesson. To not disrespect Lock and listen to him the next time he said something. This was exactly the reason why Lock no longer gave any shits. Well, this, and among other things. People always acted fuckin' mentally deficient whenever Lock gave them true and worthy advice. They always ended up fucked in the ass and not in the fun way at the end and usually asked Lock for help in that moment, which eventually made him give no shits whatsoever. No matter what kind of trouble they were in.

Lock's lip twitched at his final decision and nearly sighed. In a reflex, he held his arms out, easily catching the pup in with a small grunt from the impact. He was definitely heavier than he looked. 

“You’re so dramatic,” He stated as he looked down at Oliver with a blank expression, although his eyes held a glint of sympathy. Only a pinch.

Slowly, he dropped Oliver onto the floor by his feet, quickly standing up to his tall stature and looked down at the puppy. "Fuck that if nobody cares for you. Care for your damn self. You're not a fuckin' baby anymore. You're a growin' man and need to start lookin' after yourself. Not everythin' is gonna be all sunshine and rainbows kid. It rains and fuckin' thunderstorms every once in a while." He gestured to Oliver's slick with sweat skin, dangerously shaking body, and paling lips from hunger. "Look at what you're doin to yourself man. It's fuckin' disgustin'. If you wanna end up a lifeless body right there then be my fuckin' guest. Just know that my cohorts and I would love to do some experimentin' on you. You ain't even gonna have enough remains for a casket." He shrugged a nonchalant shoulder. Yes, his tone was undecipherable. You couldn't tell whether or not he was faking the threat. But I'll give you a hint....he's most likely lying.

Well, maybe.

Walking over to grip Oliver's things, Lock then walked over to the exit, implying that he would get Oliver to eat a meal or atleast eat a damn protein bar. All he knew was that no little pup was gonna die today.

Just for today.

[dxstine-deactivated20150702]

The blonde pauses in her swimming, unable to get away from him as he prowls around her, staring back at him with angry eyes, both oblivious and ignoring the look in his eyes as she feels his gaze lingering on the bare skin showing. However she feels self-conscious, all those years of being called never good looking enough made her cross her arms up slightly, almost trying to hide herself unconsciously. “Thanks but no thanks. I’m capable of doing it myself. Besides, I’d rather have the pleasure of doing the dirty work.” She replies sharply, deciding to withhold the fact that both she and Jack talked about such matters previously to this. However her own gaze lands on him as he finally leaves her, picking himself up as her blue eyes stare at his form, noting the faded marks and toned muscles. Huh. What’s his story? “None of your business. But if you’d like to know I suppose it’s the fact how you fell right in front of us and then tossed your ferret onto her head.” She snaps, slowly swimming away from him though keeping her gaze on him. “So I’m sure you could pick up the rest of the pieces, unless you’re that much of an idiot.” Face pulled in another frown, she huffs, swimming closer now as she sends him a big splash over to him. “You pervert.” She snaps. But as the girl turns around once more to swim to the other side, she found herself… intrigued by him. Not like it matters though, he’s still an annoying prick. 

[prehensilelock]

"You say that now yet I don't see a knife sliding across her throat or an axe in her head," he replied, gripping his shirt from the resting chair and slipping it on, a hum leaving his throat at the sudden warmth that confines him. He then turns to look at her, running his slender fingers through his dripping hair. "Which reminds me that it's a good thing my bitch of parents are dead." He smirks devilishly before giving her a face. "That fall was by accident." He slowly skips around the pool in a taunting way, indicating he'd attempt to to meet up with her. "His name is Nameless," he interjects, before letting her finish.

At her continuous name calling, Lock smiles lazily, squinting as the water splashes into his face. His nose scrunches as some gets in his mouth and spits some out, aiming it at her hair. "Careful. Insults turn me on," He states aloud in a monotone voice, refraining from giving another smirk. Watching her still tense form, he quirks an eyebrow. "My apologies am I making you uncomfortable?" He inquires rhetorically in a fake tone, holding his chin as he pretends to think. "That's usually Shock's thing. No actually it's Barrel's thing. The dickhead. Ah he still owes me money too, the prick," He mumbles off in real thought this time, gazing into space.

[dxstine-deactivated20150702]

Hearing a familiar tone, made her scrunch her face and flinch back. “Your welcome. Don’t forget to give credit to me.” She retorts with a snap, letting go of him quickly when she realises who it was, moving back quickly as if he slapped her, her face hardening slightly. “Yeah, thanks for getting me in trouble you fucktard.” She hisses angrily, already kicking away from him. 

[prehensilelock]

Lock floated backwards when she let him go and nearly smirked once she realized who it was. He began swimming around her in relaxed circles, looking her over observantly before his heated eyes met her own. As expected, her bright orbs held that fiery spirit he immediately grew fond of, his own filled with a blank void, per usual. "I could kill her if you'd like. She's just another number. Nobody would even notice." His tone was eerily casual as he climbed over the pool's edge, back muscles flexing and scars on show as he pushed himself up from the ledge. "The fuck was she actin' like that anyway?" he inquired; half curious.

Lock wasn't the type to get into anyone's business, really. It wasn't because of respect for privacy or politeness, oh no, it was merely because he didn't give a shit. But he knew what it was like to be in an abusive household and he'd never met another in a similar situation until now. He was only slightly curious as to look at it from someone else's perspective. As sick as that sounded.

Shaking his hair out -- making water splash everywhere -- he smirked cheekily, still not facing her. "Color looks not so shitty on you as I would've previously expected, by the way."

[olicouragecat-blog]

 Oliver felt his scowl deepen slightly when Lock appeared from seemingly nowhere. It looked like he’d fallen from the sky…He must have been up in the beams or something. After taking a second to look up, Oli honestly had to wonder how he’d gotten up there in the first place…Guy was a better climber than Oliver had thought.

 “I don’t trust everyone as much as you think,” he said quietly answering what Lock had said before he fell, ignoring the pain in his stomach as he crossed his arms over his chest. Feeling his face twist into something that was bound to show that he was upset, he very quickly turned away from the older, keeping himself from shaking like he was very close to doing. “Rita. She was supposed to be my fucking sister and now she’s gone,” he said, voice cracking slightly as he spoke. “Didn’t even say goodbye. Nothing.”

 With that over, Oliver sighed, and walked towards the pull-up bars, focusing on how many reps he was going to do instead of his stupid voice break or how he had just spilled that to Lock. Probably wasn’t his best choice this week, but oh well. He had to tell someone eventually, might as well be someone who was at least almost a friend. “But I don’t guess you care, that’s not really your thing…” he grumbled, before pulling himself up. He could feel his arms shaking, but chose to ignore it. He wasn’t going to show any more weakness in front of Lock, even if he ended up passing out.

[prehensilelock]

Lock leaned his elbow against the padded floor, cheek resting against his palm. He ignored the scowl that appeared on Oliver's face, already use to that from everyone he'd met. It was bound to happen from the pup anyway.

"She's different, man," He replied and shrugged nonchalantly. "You could tell she cared for you. Never have I seen a woman defend a little puppy so fast like I had when Rita was with you." His features held slight amusement. "She warned me to stay away from you. That I was a bad influence. She threatened me, man." He placed a palm on his chest as if he was a superior. Like the Queen of England. He was mocking offense. "I mean, how dare she? Does she know who I am?"

Lock attempted to lighten the situation. Which was immensely ironic. He had usually always darkened it. Waiting for a reply, if he was going to get one, Lock's heated eyes roamed Oliver's stature; noticing the sulk his expression carried and the sadness his eyes held. His frame was clearly shaking and he knew the boy would pass out in a matter of seconds if he continued. This intrigued Lock. Even though he knew better, he'd never seen a happy persona collapse into a puddle of anger and depression before his very eyes.

"Oliver," He called aloud in a firm manner, this being the first time he'd have said the kids name without using a pet name. "I didn't peg you as a weakling." He sat up, features hardening as he padded over to stand in front of a working Oliver with a deep scowl. The pup had reminded him of Barrel whenever, he too, felt insecure and unwanted. "Get the fuck down from there. Your ass will be heavier to haul across the academy than you think and I don't feel like dealing with my fucking back problems today," He growled out in a low, deadly calm tone. It was odd though, because he was using that tone of voice in a caring gesture..?

[dxstine-deactivated20150702]

She was content. The talk with Jack and the confrontation of Shock with her good grades in art class of some of the portraits she handed in all bounded itself as one. Sure there were some bumps like that Vivian Willow knows she needs to talk about and to be quite frank she still needs to find the idiotic boy who changed her hair that first meeting. But he saw her parents, he saw something that she hid so well from the rest of the world, but he was the unfortunate one to have seen her dirty secret. Not only that but she wants to talk to him about it, cause they never truly finished their conversation when her Mother stole Willow away to someplace else. But her thoughts were cut off, the peace and silence torn apart from the blonde as she quickly stands in the pool, letting out a small yelp in surprise as a figure splashes into the pool. Without hesitating, she quickly swims her strong strokes, reaching over to the other within seconds. “Hey, idiot you okay?” She says quickly, her hand reaching down and grabs the other’s bare shoulder, pulling them out quickly, not noticing who the other is at the moment as her bright blue eyes shine with obvious concern and the irritation that her peace was destroyed. 

[prehensilelock]

Lock's side immediately began searing with pain as his shoulder was taken up above the water so his body followed suit. His ribs and hip gained a red tint within a matter of seconds, though he ignores it and instead looks up at the man-handler. His brows raise in slight surprise when he notices its the girl with fiery eyes, as well as the girl who he'd changed hair colors. She wasn't the first though, so he'd go for fiery eyes as a nickname instead. "I enjoy your technique. Insulting people while saving them. I'll be sure to use it one day," He states aloud in sarcasm, accent echoing freely. A sudden amused expression overcame him at his next words. "Minus the saving part." He swims freely as she pulls him to the edge of the pool, gently kicking his legs out. "I remember you. You're the girl with pretty eyes and fucked up parents, hm?" He rhetorically inquires in a blunt form, smiling cheekily.

[olicouragecat-blog]

Oliver’s week was not going well. Rita had disappeared, and he was feeling more alone than he had before. So what did he do? Very quietly self-destruct. He didn’t think it was all that obvious, really, but it was sure as hell happening…

 Currently, he was in the gym, alone, taking out what he could feel in time to one of the few metal songs he listened to. He looked unlike himself, scowling for once, anger and general emotions making him look scarier than he ever had. He was ignoring many things, like the giant bruises on his bare knuckles, or the growing hunger in his stomach. He hadn’t eaten all day, and wasn’t exactly planning to. He was too squishy anyway, he didn’t need any food, no matter how loud the growling got…

 Soon, though, he grew bored of the punching bag and stopped for water, still scowling. “Of course. Everyone always fucking leaves me…” Frustrated, he threw the now empty water bottle down and ran a hand through his hair before rubbing at his sore knuckles. Maybe he should have stopped punching earlier, he thought as he wrapped his arms around himself, not noticing that someone was entering the room. “Should’ve expected it from her too, I’m never important enough….”

[prehensilelock]

Lock lay tiredly atop one of the beams that ran across the Gym's ceiling, having stopped with his training for now. Contrary to popular belief, Lock did have some form of muscle and was in really good shape. How else was he supposed to run away from authority? For now though, he just panted softly, droplets of sweat running down his forehead from climbing up and down; attempting parkour.

At the sound of heavy music echoing around the room, Lock turned his head tiredly to see who the owner of the music was, only to see that it was none other than the pup, Oliver. His dark eyebrow rose only slightly at the odd sight. The youngers features no longer held joyful implications and a dimpled smile that Lock slowly grew accustomed to. His expression instead held one of disappointment and pent up rage as he repeatedly smacked his fists against the sand bag.

Lock should have been surprised at the complete transformation of Oliver's aura, though he wasn't. He knew there was always a façade. That good people had a bad side and bad people had a good side. For example, himself. Only he knew he was an exception...

His head tilted like that of Cheshire Cat when the boy stopped, his body sprawling over the beam lazily as he watched the boy curiously, taking in Oliver's pain-filled words. A brow was lifted farther up and he parted his lips, speaking calmly, though his thick Aussie accent echoed around the room. "You truly are a pup, aren't you?" He inquired, now hanging upside down from the beam. "Only pups trust whomever they see so easily and believe that they'd love them forever." He pursed his lips and quickly began climbing down, only to have lost balance and instead fell backwards, landing just in front of Oliver with a small grunt. His nose scrunched up in an annoyed look as he rubbed his sore skull, looking up at the curly headed boy. "Who is this 'her', anyway?" he asked, titling his head as he wiped sweat from his face. Yes, the pup was confusing. Yes, Lock was easily annoyed whenever the idea of caring and affection was brought up. Although despite this, it was different with Barrel and Shock. And even Oogie.

And perhaps. Slowly. Oliver would be an exception too.

[galacticxbabe-deactivated202104]

Fathers... || Shock & Lock

[galacticxbabe-deactivated202104]

The usually cool eyes turned to the boy flopping onto her bed. Typically she would laugh and call the boy an idiot, but her mood was much different. Shock continued to cry and shook her head as he shut the door. She knew that he would be upset about her tears, like Barrel. The two were completely different in slowing it. They both were protective over her.

Her watery arctic hues staring into his forest green ones. The soft tone of his voice always had a calming effect on her. He always knew how to bring her down and back to herself. Shock’s eyes went to the ground when she  “Dad said I cannot come back or he’ll hurt me.” Her voice was even keel, almost dead. 

Slow breath, she looked back up at look. Her eyes still softer than usual as you could almost see the gears turning in the younger girl’s mind. “Lock, what’s it like? I’ve never lived on the street before.” There was something that he would have only seen once before it the girl. There was fear in her eyes.

[prehensilelock]

Lock sat beside her, wiping her tears away slowly with the pad of his thumbs. He then allowed his fingers to brush her hair back soothingly as he listened to her words, frame tensing slightly at the mention of her father. His jaw clenched as he imagined those words coming out her fathers mouth and almost as a reflex, found himself planning to rip the mans tongue out so he could no longer harm her; verbally.

"You know that we wouldn't let him. He'd have to go through Barrel and I first," he replied, calmly. A reassuring smile threatened to appear on his red lips though that action would immediately come to a halt at her question. Her once fiery bright eyes were suddenly replaced with an utmost fearsome gaze. A look he hadn't see in ages. Since..Since that son of a bitch.

Lock inhaled softly and sat back a little to watch her with some amusement, licking his soft bottom lip. Memories flooded his mind instantly as if the trigger on a gun was pulled. "Well, it depends on who you are. When I, uhm," He sighed and rubbed his temples, reafraining from giving up his calm image. "When my parents passed, I was on my own. For the first few weeks I fell into something that I simply couldn't get out of. I was worth nothing. I had nothing. I wasn't living, Sienna. I was merely surviving."

He glances up to look into her still sad eyes, and slowly he found his expression softening. "But when I met you, Barrel, and Oogie. You guys. You three saved my life. You know my shitty past and you know that this is and always will be my family," He chuckled and smiled softly, shrugging nonchalantly as to not begin showing emotion to the point where he'd break down. He turned his head to the side to avoid eye contact and instead set sights on an old picture of the trio standing upright on her bedside table. They were all smiling with their arms wrapped around each other, eyes brightening with euphoria.

Lock gently brushed his gaze over the picture, smirking softly. "This is my family, Si. I found it, all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good." He glances up and gently cups her cheeks, eyes firm. "So don't go breakin' on me, alright? You're a warrior. Not some damsel in distress. You're strong. I know you are. Don't let little things like him get to you."

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This is honestly my favorite Mashton photoset