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@rhyslbr

eighteen · gryffindor · neutral He is a wild boy made up of peeling paint and old church windows. the stained glass and scripture line his chapped lips like sparks and breath heavy cigarette smoke (good lord if only you could help yourself) the dust settles around him like a halo and you forget you’re not supposed to breathe in.

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“Just hold on a bit longer. My dad-- I know he’s coming. We’ll be okay.” He whispered, hoping to give her some form of comfort though he couldn’t pull her into his arms like he wanted to. The best he could do was maneuver himself so that she had him to lean on. “They left but I don’t know for how long...” Tears mixed with the blood that stained his face and while he had no luck he still fought against the ropes around his wrists. “Tell me you’re okay?” @anncttebardon

#( annie.)#:)#blood cw

defwang

is it just me or is it really hot in here

#( photos.)

“Bernard.” He grumbled as the chubby cat tried its hardest to keep up with him in the hallway. A frown full of misery had found its way onto Rhys’ lips as the soft meows had grown into full on shrieking until his attention was on it. “If anyone wants a cat, this one is free to a good home!!” He yelled before scooping up the now purring cat whom had gotten exactly what he wanted much to Rhys’ dismay.