#brntout

[10ccs]

@brntout said: do you have a lighter that i could borrow? 

"yeah, one sec.” his response is automatic. being a smoker means getting regularly asked if a fellow smoker can borrow your lighter, so he reacts without thinking. with his own smoke hanging from his lips, he reaches into his pocket, pulls out the lighter. 

it’s being held out halfway when he stops, realizing just how young she looks. 

“wait—are you, like, twelve?” 

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ 💳  ﹚ ﹕ there was no real reason to be here aside from the fact that it was only place open in the dead of night, when sleep was an impossible dream in a sprawling lakehouse that felt suffocating⸻ its emptiness pressing down on him and his loneliness. at least here at dolly's, the hum of the old lights buzzed louder than his more dreadful thoughts, place nearly empty, save for a trucker nursing a coffee and a line cook that looked like he should be a nude calendar model instead of flipping patties. he definitely looked like a march or april kind of guy, too pretty not to be a sleazy womanizer, and so people must be hiding their eggs from him like it's easter. practice safe sex and all. he seemed fun, at least. but those were just the intrusive thoughts that invaded francis' head as he stared at the cook instead of coming up with what he wanted to order. he leaned forward, arms resting on the counter, eyes tracing the other man's nametag before looking into his eyes. “ i'll just have whatever you recommend, salvador. ” he clicked his tongue and smiled, before attention drifted to the abandoned newspaper on the counter. the article on the front page wasn't exactly what he expected from the local press ﹕ but it sure was entertaining, albeit a little disappointing that the mystery might be over when he only just got here to see how he'd fare against a sharp knife. francis tapped the photo over and over and over until he got the line cook's attention again, a low chuckle echoing faintly in the empty diner. “ this girl— they think she has something to do with the other one going missing ? i mean, she's got a face that looks like she's a little too into pegging. but hell, with a face like that, she should be able to have whatever she goddamn wants. murder included. ” @brntout

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ 🪞  ﹚ ﹕ homecoming was its own specific kind of hell⸻ sat on the corner booth of dolly's, the cracked leather of the seat pinching at the back of her thigh with every shift. the clatter of forks & plates punctuated the low hum of conversation that seemed to crescendo with each passing minute, whispers and glances sliding off the walls and settling right on her shoulders as they finally recognized her. church friends of her parents, high school classmates who had never left town, people well-aware of the nivans name, all of them orbiting, pausing at her table with bright smiles and the mind-numbing idle chit-chat. do you remember me ? you've grown so tall now ! is that a wedding ring on your finger ? didn't think we'd see the day, hen ! fingers drummed against the chipped tabletop until the small talk finally clogged her throat, jaw finally hurting from her everlasting polite smile, appetite shriveling beneath all the tedium of smalltown reunions. henry excused herself to attend some imaginary business, throwing down enough money to cover the pancakes, lukewarm fires and watery cola ﹕ the door's bell shrilling her departure. but henry didn't get anywhere too far, the alley behind dolly's was cooler, quiet, gravel crunching underfoot as she leaned into the rough brick wall and reached for her lighter. that silence didn't really last very long however, smoke curling from her lips as she noticed the backdoor swing open ﹕ and there he was, salvador, an apron splattered with grease tied around his waist. “ so, ” hard stare pressing against him, lips slowly tugging into a smile, almost as if trying to formulate a theory on salvador's life during the last eight years she had been away. “ did you ever manage to knock someone up ? got all sorts of welcome, only thing that's really missing is someone telling me i'm the godmother of a child i haven't met. ” @brntout

[horrorphase]

…                      he had been here a thousand times before, a place for solace and rumination, for youthful rendezvous and misdeeds. here, he smoked his first cigarette with taylan and thought of himself as some kind of anarchist for tarring his lungs. here, he tried to speak with the ghost of jacob thorne, trying to understand him with every mark of growth on the door frame, every old photo abandoned, and every tall tale unburied. it was a place filled with ghosts, though nothing could harm him here. but with alaina price disemboweled, her organs bagged and sewn back in, thorne house now felt like an ancient beast disturbed ⸻ spreading its teeth and devouring him, gnawing on his autonomous nervous system until all his synapses could relay would be pastpresentpastpresent. it must all be connected somehow, and kieran couldn't think of another place the boogeyman could have gone after slipping away from his sight. so he searched and searched and searched for some trace, the beam of his flashlight cutting through the dust-cloaked darkness of sybil thorne's room. the house felt more alive than ever, but kieran did not flinch when he heard the creaking floorboards the first time, only natural for old houses like this to breathe every now and then. but then he heard it again, closer this time, his body tensing as he was reminded that the ghost he chased was more flesh than memory. and at the indication of the third time, the beginning of a drawn-out groan of wood shifting under pressure behind him, kieran immediately pivoted ⸻ flashlight slicing through the darkness, illuminating another trespasser. he expected a knife, he expected a mask, but the absence did not necessarily mean innocence either. “ huh ... ” he began, heart slowing into a more deliberate rhythm, probably should known that he wouldn't be the only trying to find answers here. “ i didn't expect the boogeyman to be just some journalist trying to create her own headlines. ” he deadpanned, a half-joke, a half-accusation, head canted to watch kennedy with wary fascination. @brntout

[lunarficial]

🔒 closed starter for vikram // @brntout 🧡 for a starter from mid party. 📍 the warehouse's halloween party, ~10 p.m.

☾ the moment hana sets her sights on him, his attempt at being a wallflower is promptly ended. ❝ you ! vik ! ❞ she calls out over the music, not - so - subtly shouldering her way through the crowd to get to him. ❝ what are you doin' in the corner ? ❞ her accent comes out thicker, thanks to the drinks settling in her system from a generous pregame. with possibly too much familiarity, she takes hold of his wrist and starts to pull him along. ❝ we gotta get you out there . . . to the bar ! trust me ! do you think they still have the fun themed drinks this year ? ❞

[be4tdown]

quitting was more difficult than all those commercials would lead you to believe [ ... ] THERE WAS ONLY SO MUCH GUM HE COULD CHEW IN A DAY ; ( his jaw certainly felt the effects of it ) before nicotine addiction came crawling back and fiending for something menthol rather than the peppermint he so consistently fed it to keep the monster at bay. either way , it kept his mouth cool. stick held between index and middle digits while thumb scrolled through phone —— periodically bringing filter towards lips and ashing the remnants towards boots while still not glancing away from his screen. INHALE / EXHALE. smoke was blown from the corner of mouth , and it wasn't until the voice came in front of him that he finally brought his attention upwards.

@brntout: excuse me , do you have a lighter i could borrow ?

a suspicious gaze was offered as he looked her over —— furrowing brows together and squinting at the kid standing before him. but nevertheless , he began fishing into the front pocket of his jeans. DRAGGING OUT A CRUSHED CIGARETTE PACK AND FLIPPING IT OPEN TO REMOVE HIS LIGHTER. he began to hand it over before suddenly having second thoughts and pulling his hand back [ ... ] the rare occurrence of his responsible adult tone deciding to make a visit. HER MANNERS HADN'T EXACTLY SOLD HIM. ❛❛ what're you gonna use it for ? ❜❜

[brothersgrim]

@brntout​ asked:

“Damn, you’re tall!” [ for Kane - Unprompted ]

He looks down. … Then down further. There she is. He tilts his head to the side. He knows he's tall. Does she know that she's short? … She probably does. She can't NOT know, can she? 

He tilts his head to the other side. Maybe she can. Who was he to say either way? He didn’t know how normal people think. 

“Yeah.” He finally says. “I am.”

[creelsclocksmoved]

                @brntout confessed: "Being smart is kinda lame."

            ❛ How? ❜

It's out before he can really stop it, brow furrowed and arms crossed. It may be his neurodivergence at play, but it isn't as easy to tell whether they're joking or not as he'd like.

            ❛ Being smart opens doors for people, doesn't it? Do you mean... the education system is flawed? Because that I can agree with. ❜ He's somebody who grew up unable to attend school until the highschool-slash-college era, and books have done far more for him than the rigid recall-everything regime implemented by a lot of reputable institutions. ❛ Sorry. I'm not sure I'm fully understanding your point? ❜