#815s

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❛ all i ever wanted was a little peace & quiet . ❜ / juliet to jack. // sent by @815s​

“my experience? living on some beautiful, foreign beach isn’t usually as relaxing as it sounds.” which is to say -- it’s always something. he can’t knock juliet for making the decision to come to the island, it seems like a trend that the majority of it’s inhabitants are merely reacting to the strings being pulled by the bigger players, motivated by their own convoluted goals. jack has to admit, it is a pretty package sitting on the quaint bench swing, surrounded by content Others milling about their tasks. he throws juliet a sidelong glance, a half smile. “got some peace now, don’t we?” then he tacks on, going for playful, but twinging with some wariness, “never a good sign.”

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“ i knew you wouldn’t go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? ” / aria to jack. // sent by @815s​​

he hadn’t realized he’d been holding breath in until it expels in a soft chuckle, pretends to peer suspiciously into the makeshift cup. “-- is it drugged?” sleeping isn’t an idea he’s considered in awhile, opts not to do the math of how long it’s been since he’s got any of it. “not tired.” the response aria probably anticipated, but it’s not an altogether lie. he is tired, but not in any way that a catnap will help. his exhaustion is bones deep, years old. “but,” he reasons, lowering himself down onto a fallen tree trunk, “i’ll sit and have the tea.” he’s equal parts cheeky and genuinely wondering when he tacks on, “you a mom?”

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“ i feel safer when you’re here. ” / shannon to sayid. // sent by @815s​​

“yes, fortunately there are no reasons for us all to go bursting into the jungle tonight.” but maybe that’s not what she means. inky black ringlets are tied back to the top of his neck, enjoys the cool breeze from the tide. sayid’s made no bones about his desire for proximity to shannon, in whichever way she permits him. neighborly does just fine, but as his gaze anchors to her, he can’t help from adding, “it’s a relief when you’re around as well.” a safety in her own way, an innate lightness. after a beat, he smiles. “would you join me for dinner?”

[lcstneverfcund]

@815s​ asked:  “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” ( from claire, to charlie. )

Her words knock the wind out of Charlie. As a rock star and a notable name in the tabloids, everyone always assumed that attention propped him up. Yet despite the recognition and autographs, deep down Charlie is still the shy younger brother, the one who fakes his confidence. The realization that Claire sees through the facade catches his breath in his throat. He stares at her with a hardened look of concern. “I know you do,” he admits quietly, his eyes falling. 

Normally, he would make a joke to brush her words aside but the shock of her insight stunned him. “It helps a lot you know. Without you, I couldn’t see a way out of this. Not that that’s an excuse.”

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@815s​ asked: ‘ nothing scares me anymore. ’ ( from aria, to sawyer. )

Sawyer chuckles. If he had a dollar for every time he’d lied using the same damn answer, shit, he’d be a millionaire. Living con to con never provided enough stability for the fear to reside. Crashing on the island certainly hasn’t helped. “Yeah? Just when you think you’ve seen everything, somethin’ new comes along to wreck everything. You sure you’re ready for that?” He asks.

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@815s​ asked:  “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” ( from juliet, to sawyer. )

“Maybe you ain’t noticed, but I’m not big on the heroic type,” he replies with a serious frown. If anyone knows Juliet isn’t a saint, it’s the man she held in a cage, treated like an animal. That feels so far in the past, an entirely different reality. He sighs deeply, throwing an arm around the blonde woman’s shoulder. “‘Sides, that’s the difference between you and the Doc, you know you ain’t perfect but you try anyway.”