𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨.

𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜   𝖒𝖊   𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘   𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.

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independent   private   selective   EVAN   ROURKE   ,   a   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒   original   character                    son   of   lyle   tiberius   rourke   from   atlantis   :   the   lost   empire.

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other blogs   :   @hecrowned​ ( ben florian châtillon ) + @dvnities​ ( multi )

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passed   out   but   on   my   feet   with   YEARS   AHEAD   to   get   some   sleep   and   so   much   time   to   face   defeat   so   write   our   names   in   wet   concrete   to   𝚂𝙴𝙰𝙻   𝙾𝚄𝚁   𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴   in   space   and   time   before   we   have   to   walk   the   line   before   we   all   move   on   in   life   before   the   sun   comes   up   tonight

independent   selective   descendants   original   character   :   son of lyle tiberius rourke

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surprise   surprise   @griimhilde

“   i   fucked   up.   ”   he’s   pacing,   can’t   sit   still,   mind   is   moving   too   quickly.   what   was   wrong   with   him   ?   he   shouldn’t   be   in   this   situation.   he’d   heard   it   a   million   times   over   in   his   life   —   do   as   you   please,   just   𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓   𝐆𝐄𝐓   𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓.   he   should   have   known   it’d   all   catch   up   to   him,   he   could   only   run   away   for   so   long,   escape   into   his   vices   as   the   world   𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳   𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈.   that   wouldn’t   fix   this.   “   i   don’t   know   what   to   do   and   i   heard   that   you’ve   helped   people   before.   ”   pacing   pauses   as   he   spares   her   a   glance,   eyes   telling   a   story   that   his   lips   won’t.   he   has   no   one   else   who   could   help   him   and   he   was   going   to   DROWN   if   tossed   into   this   alone.

“   i   don’t   know   if   you   charge   and   if   you   do   i   don’t   have   much,   but   i’m   sure   i   could   scrounge   something   together   i   —   i   just.   .   .   i   need   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏,   evie.   ”   it   sounds   pathetic   and   it’s   not   something   he’d   ever   say   if   he   was   on   the   isle   but   swallowing   your   pride   was   one   of   the   lessons   they   taught   here,   right   ?   “   i   robbed   someone.   ”   he   was   sure   there   was   no   surprise   there,   who   hadn’t   done   something   wrong   when   they   first   got   here   ?   with   the   way   everyone   acted   it   was   practically   an   invitation   to   steal.   “   or   at   least   that’s   what   they’re   𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐   i   did.   i   stole   my   stuff   back.   there’s   these   two   assholes,   won’t   get   off   my   back.   they’re   elitist   rich   fucks,   you   know   the   type.   they   stole   my   wallet.   annoying,   but   no   big   deal.   i   took   it   back.   ”

but   things   were   never   that   simple,   “   there   were   a   few   hundred   dollars   more   in   it.   he   wants   to   press   charges   and   i   don’t  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽   𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆   what   that   means   for   me.   i   TRIED   to   give   the   cash   back,   he   wouldn’t   take   it.   i   explained   i   just   wanted   my   wallet   but   they   said   since   i   didn’t   report   it   missing   when   it   was   stolen   from   me   they   can’t   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄   it   was   mine.   ”   his   record   certainly   didn’t   help.   it   was   riddled   with   minor   infractions   but   those   started   to   look   a   lot   bigger   when   judged   by   a   court.   “   i’m   screwed.   ”

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hehe   surprise   for   @celestiel   ( iolani )

lifting   up   the   third   sugar   packet   he   tears   it   open   and   dumps   it   in,   stirring   it   and   pausing   before   throwing   another   in   for   good   measure.   lifting   the   cup   gently,   he   brings   it   to   his   lips,   grimace   overtaking   his   features   as   he   immediately   sets   it   back   down   on   the   table,   “   this   tastes   like   the   shit   𝐖𝐄   𝐇𝐀𝐃   𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄,   why   would   anyone   drink   this   when   there   are   FIFTY   other   options   on   that   board   ?   ”   he   had   chosen   the   black   coffee   because   it   was   the   only   thing   that   sounded   familiar,   it   was   the   type   of   drink   he   swallowed   down   because   there   was   nothing   better   back   home.   he   assumed   it’d   taste   better   HERE.

he   takes   another   sip   before   clearing   his   throat,   “   i   don’t   really   know   how   this   is   supposed   to   work   or   what   i’m   supposed   to   say.   .   .   ”   eyes   are   cast   down   and   yet   he   can   still   feel   it   —   the   gaze   of   everyone   else   in   the   coffeeshop.   their   expressions   𝐁𝐄𝐆   𝐓𝐎   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄   about   him,   to   know   why   he’s   somewhere   he   doesn’t   belong.   the   lights   were   too   bright,   the   music   too   mellow,   products   of   pain   carried   too   much   baggage   for   the   people   of   auradon.   skin   itches   and   he   refocuses   his   gaze   on   iolani.   𝐈𝐓’𝐒   𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐈𝐍   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃.   “   it’s   cool   you’re   doing   this,   i‘m   gonna   take   a   wild   guess   that   not   a   LOT   of   people   signed   up.   ”   he   didn’t   even   know   why   he   had.   he   told   himself   it   was   boredom.   in   truth,   he   had   no   clue   what   the   fuck   he   was   doing   here.   “   shit’s   really.   .   .   𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃   here.   but   uh   you   chose   a   cool   meeting   spot.   is   it   your   favorite   or   something   ?   ”

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random   thing   for   @myhrv​ 

“   did   you   know   your   mom   stopped   by   ?   ”   shoe   kicks   a   pebble   around   as   hand   slips   into   his   jacket,   resting   on   a   𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳   pack   of   cigarettes.   “   some   bullshit   about   expanding   territory.   ”   rolling   his   eyes,   fingers   deftly   pull   the   pack   from   his   pocket,   “   tuned   𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐈𝐓  out.   guess   shit’s   messy.   ”   cigarette   placed   gently   between   his   lips,   he   rummages   around   for   a   lighter   in   his   jeans   when   eyes   catch   hers   and   he   pushes   out   a   SIGH.   there’s   a   hesitation,   a   breath   of   a   moment   where   he   studies   her   before   stuffing   the   unlit   cigarette   back   into   the   pack.

lie   lingers   on   his   lips                   a   promise   that   he   was   quitting.   he   doesn’t   let   it   out,   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   than   to   believe   it.   “   all   this   talk   about   breaking   ground.   whoop   de   fucking   doo.   .   .   i   couldn’t   stand   to   be   around   it.   ”   fingers   drum   on   the   edge   of   the   workbench,   “   WHAT   are   you   making   ?   looks   complicated.   ”

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tag drop 001.

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I’m so in love with Tim