#blowsbigsmoke

[theblondeinthegreencoat]

❤ blows-big-smoke

[riseabxve]

◎ Talk about Charlie

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he thought about everything he could say. “That’s, ah, that’s a pretty big request. Like, I could talk about him for hours."It wasn’t an exaggeration. Peter knew he could go on forever about Charlie Bailey. There was just so much to talk about. He was so amazing…"Well, like, he’s amazing."A start. "Seriously. He’s so amazing. He’s like, the best writer ever." There was clear pride in Peter’s voice. He paused briefly, wondering if the man knew just how proud he really was. "Um, he’s awesome. He’s just really awesome. I could seriously talk about him for so long, I don’t even know where to start." Peter reached up to run a hand through his hair, chewing his lip as he thought. "I could like, tell a story. This is actually, ah, one of my favorite Char stories. Okay. So, we had been engaged for like, a really long time. Most of the time, we were apart. He moved back home for a few years, so, yeah." Peter shrugged, doing his best to hide the pained edge his voice took on when speaking of the two years apart."But, anyways. So, he had only been back in New York for like, not even two weeks, I think, and we had just had this spat or whatever. We were both pretty upset. Out of nowhere, he calls me and tells me to come over, so I did. He told me he wanted to get married, and I was like, duh. Engaged." Peter loosely folded his arms over his chest, smiling slightly. “But like, he meant he wanted to get married like, right then. As in, right that moment. So, after a few moments of me freaking out, we did. We got married." Peter laughed slightly. “It was pretty crazy. And like, Char’s the best husband ever. Like, he puts up with me, which has to be really hard, because I’m… me." It was both an attempted joke and a slight dig at himself. "But, yeah. Char… Char is amazing and I love him more than anything."

[loquaciouszombie]

✆

✆ Contact Name

Charlie (Was ‘CharlieNChocoFty’ but Charlie didn’t find it funny so R changed it back to a serious, neat term)

✆ Picture

✆ Song

"Stop and Stare" by One Republic (Because of the way they met)

[loquaciouszombie]

Insert -sure let's agree to be mutually exclusive in a weird way because I'm not even into touching not like you'd get to ever touch me anyways man-creature- with a side of -uguuuu-

Charlie and R

Just 2 sexy 4 dis world 

[loquaciouszombie]

This is how Charlie would flirt with R (just go with this just let me do this): ...oh hey that's a real nice sweatshirt like wow that's p. cool like that's just a nice sweatshirt i'd really like to wear it someday but also don't GET TOO CLOSE but yeah idk maybe red is your color idk

This is how R would never flirt with Charlie because he doesn’t know how to flirt or talk coherently but we’re considering this a parallel situation in another universe so here I go

"Oh hey man thnx a lot, ya really dig it? I don’t even know where I got it man I mean dead and all I don’t remembah anything lolz ja feel otherwise I’d buy one for ya as well but lmfao I dunno I just woke up with it and decided to keep it haha and hey buddy if ya ever wanna wear it u kno u can wink wink okay I’ll just give it to you by being a few inches away lawl u k wit dat, ya okay mah little boy shamone just b my lovah dun b scurred"

Real life: "Th-Thank…you" -insert here awkward ‘hey wanna be moar dan frundz’ smile-

[loquaciouszombie]

'Nice sweatshirt'

Thnx Char I bought it on Zombie-Mart lolz just 5 dollars ya dig

[riseabxve]

(OMGORBG 

"DO U TAKE PETER TO BE YOUR HUSBAND"

"WHATEVER. YEAH."

THANKS CHARLIE)

[loquaciouszombie]

☭

    The security Charlie possessed made his death almost look like an inevitable one. He was a strong boy, a boy who pretended to not need the assistance of anyone. And, even if R always attempted to keep him safe, the young boy imposed resistance. The zombie knew he didn’t want to be treated like a child; he wanted to be the leader. And while that happened, his pewter eyes were able to see the fatal collapsing of his body against a blow that triggered something that he didn’t think he’d see: Weakness; the distortion of a life, fading into pallidness.

    R stared, letting his rotten figure fall by his side while holding his hand unconsciously. Blood emanated around; Charlie’s eyes slowly changing into the vivid image of death. He let out a growl; a muffled yell full of grief like a wolf mourning on the moon. But you didn’t want to listen. His thoughtful voice sounded like an echo, like some sort of childish scowl that would let out a tear, two or more if R had the ability to cry. But he couldn’t. He just sensed his eyes stinging without any creation of liquid around them, and it frustrated him. 

    He noticed the presence of zombies around, trying to grasp Charlie’s figure in order to open his skull and absorb his memories, but R didn’t allow that. He proceeded to hold him close, groaning with sharp teeth like a rabid dog trying to protect its children. Given the proper time, he would wake up into the creature R was. He didn’t know if that was his final wish, or if he wanted others to feast on his remembrances. However, he couldn’t imagine himself tearing Charlie apart. Not him. Not a friend.

    I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more about it. I really am. I promise I’ll try to find your brother. I promise he’ll be alright. You don’t have to worry about that.