text || kassidy & dylan
Kassidy: Did you finish being lazy and get all moved in?
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text || kassidy & dylan
Kassidy: Did you finish being lazy and get all moved in?
@cvopeland 𓍯𓂃 el sendero de tierra entre los dormitorios, iluminado apenas por faroles anaranjados.
el aire olía a nostalgia en su camino, sorprendiendo a su mente que juraba sentirse apática respecto a lo que le rodeaba, pero quizás aquello era sanar, dejar ir a los fantasmas que la acecharon y solo sentir la presencia de que al menos algo positivo había salido de allí, había sobrevivido, había destruido su sanidad mental, pero estaba viva al menos. ' es más bonito de lo que recordaba ¿no? ' la pregunta escapa, pero cuando era pronunciadas las palabras tenían sabor a mentiras. ' o quizás remodelaron y yo romantizando este lugar '
Ha llegado el momento de la fiesta en el que los grupos se dispersan en cada habitación de la casa, esa hora en la que el alcohol se hace evidente entre los invitados y la música toma protagonismo en la escena. Por su parte, esquiva cuerpos con un vaso en mano, fingiendo un paso azaroso al intentar llegar a las escaleras. No lo admitirá en voz alta, pero le reconforta encontrarla al llegar a la azotea. Por un momento, de hecho, siente que el tiempo no ha transcurrido, que la persona que halla es la misma de siempre. “ ¿Interrumpo un momento de introspectiva? ¿Una conversación con dios o algún amigo imaginario que llenó el gran vacío que dejé...? ” @g-oldays
☯ - olsen twins or who looks better in a dress or boTH surprise me :)
I am gonna do both but jSYK this might get confusing bc both your charas have the same name aha n.n
DO THE PLATONIC ONE FOR PARKER AND DYLAN DO IT
who steals french fries off the other’s plate: they both do, but Parker usually pushes his plate closer to Dylan whereas Dylan just growls.
who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Dylan. No shame.
who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Dylan is too busy holing up in his room to get in trouble. Parker needing bail money would be one of the reasons he actually leaves the house.
who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Parker if Dylan really asks for his advice for a change. Dylan if he’s drunk. He tends to repeat ‘let’s just find a couple dozen golden retrievers’.
who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: I have a feeling whoever’s losing knows it’s a perfectly valid move.
who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: HM. Whoever finds it less tricky to climb back up on it after drinking. They kinda tend to share the bottom bunk.
who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Dylan, when he’s bored and Parker’s not paying attention to him. Parker, because despite Dylan’s ‘physical prowess’, he tends to give in very easily.
who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Dylan once tried it, but it was his own cousin. And that was weird.
If he were to say Neverland was quiet, he'd be lying. The city had a pulsing heart that never seemed to quit. Never murmured, never cut, never stopped.
Those who lived it loved it, those who died in it couldn't say they didn't go out with a bang. To be a part of it was a gift and to want to be was to be at it's mercy.
Peter liked to use those in the latter category in his own unique ways.
The bag of dust was held over his head, much like a child keeping something desired out of the reach of another. She could make a swipe for it, but it'd be a mistake on her part.
"Ah, ah," His tone was condescending, a smirk on his face as he half pushed her against the car metres from him.
"How're you gonna pay me for this?"
[He walked to stand next to her, hip against hers and his hand placed lightly on her lower back. Maggie's death had been more public than he'd figured it would be, the shockwaves still rippling through the community] Hey.. You alright?