ALL THE THINGS THAT I'VE DONE ;

multi-muse blog for devilselbowhq. written by mel.

[strcinedhecrts]

STRAINED HEARTS — a multi-muse blog, penned by mel for devilselbowhq.

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[gravemist]

It’s a long road ahead but someone’s got to do it. Has he ever known anything else? For as long as he can remember, since he’d taken on a different name and life, this is who he is. Getting his hands dirty isn’t anything new, and if he allows himself to wallow then it will only make it all the worse. There are people worse off, this town has faced far uglier things and met death numerous times and persevered still. Ellis can manage it for now, help where he can, keep himself busy enough until it gets just marginally better. This is what he tells himself, a mantra day in and out, salvaging material and moving broken wood. He could wait for them to send someone, sure, but Ellis is too impatient to be waiting on someone else’s schedule and if he doesn’t keep himself moving he’ll lose his mind.

So he startles at the sudden company, lost in his thoughts outside of his home. Arms folded across his chest, a perpetual furrow to his brows and a downturn to his lips these days. Saraya is the last person he’d expected to see at his side, but he’s grateful now to know she seems relatively physically unharmed. Who knows what the storm took otherwise. He looks down at her, a small woman but an unimaginable will, and forces his expression to soften. A small smile, shaking his head a bit, “Just a set back, that’s all,” he assures. “We’re all used to them by now.” A hint of something in that tone of his, something a little too close to defeat. “I’d invite you in but she’s not ready for company yet. It’s… it’s good to see you, you know.”

[strcinedhecrts]

WHY THE FUCK WAS she here? she'd asked herself the question many a time as she had wandered in the direction of the inkwell. did she want to kick his ass until he bled? scream at him until both of their ears hurt? if she was honest with herself, no -- neither of those things was really what she wanted. she had wanted to go with him back then. what had remained in the aftermath was embarrassment that she'd let somebody in after fighting so hard to keep herself protected. the winter cold bit at the exposed skin of her neck and face -- arms crossed over her chest to hug the fabric close to her chest. she was so tired of being angry. so tired of letting their past eat her alive, fighting against the part of her that missed him so fucking much. it's here she realizes just exactly what she's doing here: she still cares. even if her body screams at her to walk the other way, ellis ward or whatever it is that he wants to call himself these days -- will always have a grip on her.

at first she offers a slow, quiet nod -- a moment that seems to speak louder than any words ever could. it was true, it seemed like they not only had to learn to fight through the army in their twenties -- to fighting the universe overall as they knew it. " it's... it's quite alright. i just wanted to know if things were standing. " the woman murmurs quietly, her voice far smaller than ellis probably ever would have expected. it's as if she's a statue, unmoving except for the occasional shuffle to breathe life back in her limbs. the exhale she releases seems thunderous in her ears. " if.... if you two need somewhere to crash, i can make some calls. "

[eatabug]

who: scarlett hulley ( @strcinedhecrts ) where: the lust floor, hell's gate

it isn't typically like angel to frequent the lust floor when she isn't on the clock―she's not a fan of mixing business and pleasure. and her preferred pleasure? more often than not, it looks like an oversized sweater and a fat blunt in her bed. she spends half her time winding and grinding her way through private dances and stage shows, of course she'll want to relax when she's not on the o'briens' watch. she's not twenty anymore and as much as she hates to admit it, she needs her beauty rest to maintain a certain level of appearance.

the thing is, angel's been snowed in for a week―or she was, anyway, it has admittedly been a little while that she's been off the compound―and even though it was fun at the mayor-governor's mansion ( and, from what she can tell, a better time than she would have had literally anywhere else ) she's not used to being stuck in one place for so long. she's a social creature, a bit of a butterfly, if you will. so even though she's not here to get paid, she is here to drink and to dance and have a good damn time. and angel is well on her way to checking all of those boxes―even moreso when she spots a familiar face from across the room.

❝ scarlett! ❞ angel shouts her name as she rushes across the room, abandoning her empty glass on the bar so she can wrap her hands around the nearest pole and drop into a body roll once she reaches her. it's only a little clumsy. she's not sloppy―not yet. ❝ hello, gorgeous! we have so much to talk about! come on, come on, we'll multitask. dance with me! ❞ she doesn't wait for an answer before taking scarlett by the hands and pulling her toward the dance floor.

[strcinedhecrts]

SCARLETT RARELY EVER FOUND herself on the lust floor anymore -- something she used to think she'd never say. and yet, being off the market had never quite felt so good. that's because before rio, attempts felt like a performance. she'd been good -- because she knew where home was. and yet, in the aftermath of marino's death, the jackals leader has returned to her own stomping grounds not for pleasure -- but business. to see which o'brian stuck their nose where it didn't belong.. and which one would inevitably get cut off. thus, she's perched like a feline on one of the couches ( were they velour? was finn willing to throw down the funds for a leather couch? ) in the corner of the room -- watching the rest of the scene unfold in front of her.

that is, until angel finds her -- she always does. wherever scarlett is it's always appeared that there's a cardona never too far away. does she intend on discussing why she's really here? no, of course she doesn't. instead, she opts for a smile that follows under the same cat-like persona. it's as if the other seems to be on a high -- understandably ravenous to feel like she's living again after they had all been sequestered. while yes, in a way it was for their own well being -- if scarlett had been trapped on the compound, it certainly wouldn't have been so for her, or anyone who many have come into contact with her.

" my my, you're a sight for sore eyes m'darlin'. " scarlett hums, following angels motion for an outstretched hand as her shoulders relax. there are very few people in this world that the leader of the jackals allows herself to trust implicitly, but it's something she doesn't vocalize for their protection. " do we now? has someone done somethin' i don't know about? " her words are followed by a wink. but before she can continue, she's being dragged in the direction of the dance floor. scarlett can move, absolutely -- but how long has it really been since she's allowed herself to let loose? longer than she's ever expected to admit.

" freedom is sweet, ain't it? "

[folliesofmiceandmen]

where: red line diner with: anyone

"-- but i guess i should maybe get a job that isn't potentially criminal or something. i just don't really know what... i'm good at, i guess?" she's been holding the same cup of coffee for a little under an hour, occasionally sipping it before remembering it's already gone cold and wincing, and resting her chin in her hand while her eyes scan the diner. she's not even really sure how the topic's come up, but maybe it's more her own desperate need to say it out loud. she's putting down roots in this place. she feels like she's building a home, not just a tent, but she doesn't really feel like she's taken enough major steps to make that clear, not when she's lived like a nomad for so long that her entire life is easy to pack into a car and drive away with. "what do you think?"

[strcinedhecrts]

HAD IT BEEN THE smartest idea to traipse down the hill in the middle of a snowstorm where one could barely see their hands if they extended them in front of them? somehow both yes and no. despite the recovery that had lay ahead of her when they were released, it had brought her a certain amount of ease when she had been physically able to see both monty and delphine. even if she had heard word from monty, the physical sight of them did make things a bit easier. and yet, as they were shoved back into their daily lives, of course joni is happy to stick to the side of the closest person she has to a sister. " well, i could always put a good word in for ya at the ranch. miss silva runs a good ship -- and we always need help in the office. " taking a sip from her own glass of water, she continues. " being good at it aside... what would stick out t'you? like... somethin' that feels right to you? "

[folliesofmiceandmen]

where: the red line diner with: anyone

"... but you see, the idea of a politician sitting in a seat of power for this long and being this ineffectual is the problem at hand, right? someone younger, with ambition and great ideas, that's the change we want if we want disaster after disaster to calm down, or at least want our government to actually do something responsive in a timely manner." is it possible that diego is rambling a bit? of course. he has a tendency to do that even when he's not passionately trying to promote the idea of a government overhaul in his own way. which is really just his endorsement for sami. but he hasn't actually brought up her name yet, because diego isn't actually even sure if sami has made it public that she might be running for office. "anyway, i just think it's something to think about, you know?"

[strcinedhecrts]

CELIA HASN'T BEEN IN devil's elbow forever -- truly only following daithí with a loyalty that only they seemed to be able to understand ( according to finn and feary -- at least, it was questioned ). and yet, of course she knows that the system they've found themselves in could give any person with a brain plenty to think about, but they also don't just represent themselves anymore. they represent the shamrocks. sure, her temper gets away from her sometimes -- but there are times when, contrary to popular belief, they do choose their words carefully. especially when talking about politics.

" haven't old farts ruled the world for like... ever? " they question for a moment, lips wrapping around their cup of hot coffee. " and i'm not sayin' that's a good thing. it's fucked, course it is. ask any tom, dick or harry and they'd prolly tell ya the same thing. and rarely ever do they actually do anythin' good for anyone outside themselves. " they knew very well that this was some kind of campaign speech, or at least leading into something longer winded. " someone doesn't just come outta the gate with a loaded statement like that without there bein' more to the story. so tell me, what do y'really wanna talk about, gomez? "

[apocafics]

Who: Lou and @strcinedhecrts (Joni)

Where: Barley and Rye

Life always went on. Even on those days when it felt like it wouldn't. When people usually gave up and let themselves wither away, either literally or figuratively, it still went on. That was a lesson that Lou had learned the hard way when she was far too young but it was something that had fundamentally changed who she was as a person. She got up and continued on because everything else did so why not her? Eventually everything that might cause someone to give up would catch up to her but for now...

"Interesting how quickly people just go back to life," she said to no one in particular and yet looked up to find that someone was actually listening. Or maybe just looking at her. But she took advantage of it all the same. "Every other day something is trying to completely take out the human race and then in between, here we are, buying pastries."

[strcinedhecrts]

RECOVERY WAS NEVER LINIAR -- but joni was trying with everything she could to keep her head on straight. make sure she wasn't letting the events of the snowstorm paralyze her, as suffocating as they felt. having sue at her side always made her feel better, which she needed after her altercation with moose. she was still trying to understand not just why he had been so angry with her -- but why it hurt so much. of course she often found herself at the barley and rye due to her close friendship with tomas, but he also had a way of making her feel better with his magic.

as she's being spoken to, joni turns to face the individual. she's a mysterious looking woman, as joni so comes to understand. and while she relates to what she's saying, there's always a part of joni that strives to look for the positive in everything. no matter how hard it may feel right now. even if she's been left with more questions than answers over the past few months. " i don't think of it as goin' back t'life necessarily, miss... " the young woman flashes a gentle smile in her direction. " i think we're all just... adaptin'. tryin' to forget that yeah -- it feels like the sky is constantly fallin'. " she opens up the box she's ordered to show her what she got. " doughnuts for my coworkers. i work at the silva farm.... i bring 'em every week. it may not fix everythin'... but it helps to have a smile every now and then. even if it's temporary. "

[murdcrofcrows]

once sasha was next to her, she couldn't help but feel the same maternal instinct she had for so many of her other employees despite some having little years between them age wise. it was how she accessed her comfort and though she'd swear up and down she hadn't a maternal bone in her body— even frankie knows she's full of shit. she's in the business of hospitality at the very basic level, of course she cares about those around her. those she let in, even in the smallest of ways, meant everything to her. sasha was her family. a small, steady hand rubbed comforting circles on his back. in part to keep him warm and offer some kind of release from the anxiety she could feel practically buzzing out of him.

"i know i haven't been back on their turf for a good long time, it wasn't here but..." they didn't need to get into her past afterglow associations right now. not when she left before the compound was close to finished and she has no clue who was who anymore. there's a reason she kept her head down in burnington, hiding in plain sight— same as sasha. "we just need to stay inconspicuous, right? keep our heads bowed and make it through this storm." it was actually a relief knowing he had her back as much as she had his in the moment. frankie would never doubt his loyalty, sometimes it's good to have it confirmed in a time like the one they were currently in. "we should go around and see if we can find anymore of ours, i know thess and her twin are here somewhere but they'll be set and safe with skylar's position. have you heard from remi or miah?"

[strcinedhecrts]

AS MUCH AS SASHA had wanted to forget the way he felt in the weeks after he had run for the hills -- armed with secrets that could set afterglow back years if they fell into the supposed "wrong hands," he would never forget how quickly frankie had been to be kind to him. perhaps it was because she shared many traits with his aunt ( who he missed with every breath he took ), both strong as hell but at the same time -- so gentle and kind. and yet, as time had gone by -- he couldn't imagine his life without her in it. his choices and the loss he had endured hadn't quite broken him entirely, but it had certainly made him somewhat guarded. and yet, she had broken through every wall in a way that only family truly could. some called the way he trusted blind loyalty, but he still knew he'd follow frankie to the ends of the earth. no matter what insane shit she got them into.

the nervous male listens with a quick nod in agreement. it had been a few years -- so some who knew his face were likely gone, but many were likely lurking. he had kept his head down, walking past a couple of folks who were privates in the army when he had been a chemist and hopefully -- he prayed they were none the wiser. " and stick together, right? " he asks, perhaps a bit more terrified than he's willing to admit that he's worried she'd possibly leave him. was he a liability, to her? maybe he'd understand. he nods as she asks about some of their fellow mad scientist crew. " i reached out to remi... he and jeremiah are together at the community center. they are alright. " he will admit it was a relief -- having been somewhat concerned himself about what bullshit those two would manage to get themselves into. it wasn't an unfounded thought. " whatever you're planning... prosto skazhi mne, chto tebe nuzhno. " he speaks in slower russian, making sure to enunciate. in a way, it's like a code.

just tell me what you need.

[murdcrofcrows]

"see, the thing is, i don't think i'm good at giving other people luck." not that he thought he was particularly lucky for himself, either. "the luck part comes from when i was a kid. several long stories short, i was in a few situations where i shouldn't have lived or, i should've like, broke something? or gotten maimed badly, and didn't. does that make sense?" for someone who was regularly on a talk show, he sure didn't know how to talk to people. then again, him and topher just talked to each other and, occasionally, someone who called in but even then, he had toph to bounce off at any given time. most of the time he felt like he was anxiously rambling and nothing made sense to anyone besides himself and maybe topher. but this guy was being nice so he was trying to converse the best he could.

"i came with jonah, who i think is or is trying to be my best friend's boyfriend or something. i don't know, but there's somethin' there for sure 'cause i don't know why he brought me here otherwise." lucky shrugged, because he'd never been particularly close to either fisher twin, simply saw them on the occasional product drop or trade when lucky was in the mood to get a new tattoo. though he usually saw loren or saraya for those. "i'm sure i'll be fine. i actually know a few of the doctors and a bunch of the nurses over at the hospital. i'm what they refer to as a frequent flyer," it came with the allergies, asthma attacks, and chronic stomach issues causing him to need to come to get treatments. this guy didn't want to know about all the gory details he figured so he left that part out. "whoa dude, sorry, i've just been gabbing about myself like a total doof! are you here with someone?"

[strcinedhecrts]

SASHA HAD ALWAYS BEEN an attentive listener, focused and wanting to make sure that he absorbed everything that was said to him. not only did he want to make the people who were speaking feel important, but because you never quite knew when you'd need to recall something. " well, when i think about luck... it's not entirely something you can control. right? it's superstitious. " sasha says with a cheeky smile, before nodding. ah, that was it. even after all that he had been through, he was still sitting here next to him. now that, that was lucky. " it does not exactly scream oh, i gave this person my luck by proxy. so you may not exactly know firsthand, if you get what i mean. " sasha had a tendency to stumble over his words, sometimes wondering if he went on too much. " but i can assure you, that totally makes sense. i myself have been in similar situations. "

oh boy, was sasha familiar with the dynamic. he himself was no stranger to what one might call yearning -- his method of flirting nervous and quite frankly, questionable. thus, while he had no intention of judging, he was in no place to do so. " oooooh, so you are the wingman? i suppose that can keep you entertained. " sasha laughs, a knowing look gracing knowing, nervous features. he still felt like he had to look over his shoulder, hoping he appeared generic enough to evade detection. has anyone ever hoped to be nothing out of the ordinary before? that he looked just as average as the joe next to him? " i see, i see. are you feeling alright now? " of course the fact that he was here so frequently meant that he was enduring something quietly. " i... kind of got coralled with everyone else like a sheep at first. but... my friend frankie is here. if i'm honest, she is frankly like blood. "

[insainted]

Adonis manages to pull another sharp burst of laughter from her despite the fact that she's still furiously wiping at her cheeks and the bottom of her eyes. There's nothing there, not anymore, but it's a motion as grounding as his jokes are. Thess takes a deep breath at his question, though, before giving him a singular, big nod. "Yes," she tells him, confidently, reassuredly, "I'm okay. Just... stress. Living here's so fuckin' stressful."

Nothing she needs to tell anyone whose lived in the Devil's Elbow for longer than a minute, but it's something that's as relieving to say as the motion of wiping her face is.

"Did you manage to get through?" she asks, dropping her hand so her fingers can find his in a gesture that's terribly familiar for the two of them. She once considered that being in this situation with Adonis again would've been awkward, or even uncomfortable, if only because it would've been far too easy to get the both of them stuck in a situation that wouldn't do either of them any services.

But as she knits their fingers together and pulls Adonis along to where she's staying with her twin, Thess realises that... she's moved on. Realises that, most likely, he has too. And that it's good. That it's more than good, really. "I don't know shit about this place, I've only ever been to like the hospital, when Tadhg was here with the cicada shit—Tadhg's Sky's new boyfriend, by the way—but I try to stay away from here." She shrugs. "So we can look like idiots together wandering the place."

[strcinedhecrts]

EVEN IF ON ANY given day, adonis would laugh in your face if anyone ever told him that he would find some amount of comfort in being on the compound -- it seemed that as of late, he'd been proven wrong. of course there was daisy, who he hated being away from -- the most consistant factor when it came to him sneaking onto the compound to see her. but in this moment, when there is so much that appears to be truly unknown, it brings him peace to know that he has a friend here. the fact that after everything they'd been through, they had somehow managed to stay friends at all.

of course, he knows better than to crack any joke about her break in facade -- because the fact that she felt comfortable to let her guard down around him meant more to him than she knew.

" i get it. i've barely been here, 'n i already feel myself gettin' itchy. " adonis says with a reassuring smile. it was true -- his childhood understandably kept him as far away as humanly possible from the compound, and his current work did too. and yet, he's finding the adjustment far easier with someone that he trusts. he nods. " i got to apollo. ares has always been the recluse out'a all of us, so that doesn't entirely shock me. still worried though. " with his free hand, his usual nervous tick finds itself returning to the surface as he rubs the back of his neck.

his face softens at the mention of sky having a new partner. he had always liked skylar and when they had been together, he'd wanted them to like him. there had always been a certain amount of respect there -- at least on adonis' end. " oh shit, sky's got somebody? good for him, that's awesome. " lord, just thinking about the cicada's again makes my skin crawl. " his face turns to a gentle smile, giving her hand a squeeze. double the cluelessness was better than doing so alone -- right? " i was gonna try to pretend like i knew where i was goin'... but i really don't. i'm fuckin' clueless. "

[eatabug]

who: scarlett hulley ( @strcinedhecrts ) where: the jackals clubhouse, behind a closed door

❝ shit happened right under my nose, scar. right under my fuckin' nose. ❞

the words are tight, clipped―though with disdain or fury or self-loathing is difficult to say. the sergeant-at-arms has one hand curled around the neck of a bottle of whiskey and the other perpetually hovering over an overfull ashtray as he works his way methodically through yet another pack. the burning ache in his lungs is nothing compared to the fire of shame that blazes hot in the pit of his belly. it was his job to keep their people safe within the community center ; he alone was responsible for the lives of every jackal that took shelter there. they were counting on him. and he'd failed them. he feels like he's been in freefall since the moment ursula first shouted his name through her tears.

❝ marino's dead because i wasn't doin' my fuckin' job. ❞ he takes another swig from the bottle. for better or worse, he abandoned the idea of using a glass hours ago. he doesn't think he'll find any answers, any repentance or forgiveness at the bottom of this bottle. doesn't mean it ain't worth looking, though. ❝ i know it was one of them grimy little shamrock fucks that did it―seems too much of a fuckin' coincidence that an o'brien showed up at the center a day 'fore someone got rino. i should've watched 'em closer, should've fuckin' paid attention. goddamn, i'll rip 'em apart, scar. i swear i will. ❞

[strcinedhecrts]

SHE HAD THOUGHT SHE'D known anger before -- but what presently flows through the veins of scarlett hulley is white hot rage. she'd feel the same if any of her people were taken from them, but anyone who bore the last name silva was like family by proxy. thus, she wanted not just answers, but bodies. not just for the people in her life who were affected by such a monumental loss, but because the last thing she was going to have were the jackals looking soft or weak under her control. " don't do that shit. " scarlett eventually speaks, not yet moving her eyes from the wall ahead of her. this wasn't the first time they had spoken about this, but the first time that wasn't in a flurry or rushed. " what i'm not gonna have you do, is lookin' for some kinda validation from me. i ain't in the game of reassurance or self-depreciation, and you know it. " eyes finally move into his direction, arms crossed over her chest. " the best thin' y'can do for not just me or rino, but for all of us -- bring me the head of whoever did this. "

of course, scarlett had heard the whispers that this might have been the doing of an o'brien. frankly, she'd doubted it at first -- because she'd never considered finn to be that stupid. their working relationship had been efficient for them both, and any resource that scarlett could offer to him would be decimated if it were true. and yet, there was a certain understanding of each other in the sense that both of them truly were out for themselves and their respective people. " which one of 'em were in the center? " scarlett questions, narrowing her eyes. the leader of the jackals had made the effort to know each of the brood that never quite seemed to end. " we'll start there. any one of 'em give y'shit about sniffin' anywhere -- send 'em to me. "

[murdcrofcrows]

"it's very nice to meet you, lorelei." it's the next thing he said because dr. yanni always felt it was necessary to take the time to make sure he knows everyone he treats. also so the patients understand they are more than just a problem for him to fix, he believed in stopping something before it starts and listening to a patient's concern about their bodies. it's why the concern and smiles he's had in his life were so easily etched on his face as the years passed.

in turn, he laughed at her joke and helped her adjust in the chair while he lined the wand of the ultrasound machine with a petroleum jelly like substance. "well if you don't mind hearing a weird story about this place i'd be happy to offer it but first i need you to lift your shirt so just your stomach is exposed and i will warn you this is going to be a bit cold, they don't have warmers down here." the least of anyone's worries in the grand scheme of things but it was still a startling thing and he wanted her to be prepared. "this place was actually what they called a repopulation bunker, people were selected a long time ago and the people who left were actually the second and third generations from those who originally went in here pre-apocalypse."

[strcinedhecrts]

IT WAS A REFRESHING experience to be around a doctor who in personality, didn't seem to appear so... medical. he seemed like a person, someone who she could actually feel safe around during a time when she might otherwise be terrified to the point of nausea. " nice to meet you too, yanni. even under the circumstances. " the woman says with a gentle, yet tired smile. something in her couldn't help but wonder how he continued to be so gentle when in his time, he'd likely seen so much. it was something she admired quite a bit.

lorelei listens as he speaks, quietly nodding as she gently adjusts before lifting her shirt. she had been worrying so much about damian and their baby, and it would really put her mind somewhat at ease to know her baby was healthy. " my husband and i run a diner together. i may not have seen medical weird, but i've definately seen weird. as for the cold, it probably won't be as cold as it is out there. " she laughs, running her fingers through her hair as she wonders if she'll ever be truly comfortable in this damn place. brows furrow at the mention of the true story behind the bunker. she'd never heard of this before. despite having lived in devils elbow her entire life, there were so many stories she had never heard before. " really? " lorelei questions, a far cry from her previous confidence. " so... it's like they had an alternate universe down here. their own version of devils elbow underground. "

[sophsun1]

The Good Place – 2.10: Best Self

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 jamila + benny

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, hell, even today — prolly wouldn’t even let you finish the question. i’d say yes. i love doin’ life with you. in every capacity, there’s no rush. but i’m with you forever no matter what.

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 saraya + lorenzo

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

you’re one of the only people i trust. that list ain’t long — so be happy you’re on it. and maybe, just maybe, you’re a lil’ easy on the eyes. or somethin’. but that’ll just go to your head, i think.

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 remi + richie

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

even if y’ever find it within you t’take back my stupid ass — i think there’s a part of me that will always wonder what it is you see in me. and that maybe, just maybe, i’ll never be the guy who’s fully worthy of you. you’re the fuckin’ sun to me, for fucks sake.

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 saraya & rio

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

i don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t find me. prolly be kickin’ some dudes ass in the same shithole, or bouncin’ ‘round every town until my bullshit caught up with me. rio, you saved my life. i’d do anythin’ for you, hand t’god.

@murdcrofcrows

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 scarlett & rio

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

even if i wouldn’t trade the life we’ve built for the world — sometimes i wonder what could’a been, if we met under normal circumstances. prolly would’a locked you down years ago. ring, shovin’ our last names together. the fuckin’ works. prolly a private lil’ ceremony — which i know you’d be shocked t’hear. i live for the drama after all. but all i want is you. just you.

@murdcrofcrows