#||i'm sorry

[sicklewxlf]

gunwxlf

“I just LOVE the smell of gunpower.”

[sicklewxlf]

“What’s this? Is that FEAR IM SMELLING ALL BECAUSE IM HOLDING A FIREARM?”

[gaydemonwolf]

Continued from here with @elastixhearts​

[ 📱 — sms ] Well, yes, but... [ 📱 — sms ] This wasn’t the reply I was expecting [ 📱 — sms ] Why is your interest peeked anyways?

[prxfessors-pet-archived-blog]

chxrlesxavixr

Was it over? Had things been changed? From what Hank could tell as he hoisted Charles up from underneath the mounting piles of wreckage one final time before separating from those they once considered friends. 

Nothing felt different, and if he knew any better, he'd say that things felt exactly as they had when they had started this whole thing in the first place. He was left to pick up the pieces and to keep everyone from falling apart, himself included this time. 

God knows how many times Hank went to sleep with the sickening sound of Charles crying out in agony from down the hall. How many times had Hank cried himself to sleep at the sounds of fists pounding against the wall before Charles passed out from his final shot of whiskey? 

As Hank kept the other standing, he felt as if a whole world of recovery sat along the horizon. Raven had walked out in one direction, Erik in the other, and this Logan character was nowhere to be found. 

It was just the two of them again. 

"How about we head home and have ourselves a drink, hmm?"