Jul 19, 2017
Help Me Forget
@wildmoored <3′d for a thing
“You just gonna fucking stare at me or are you gonna have a beer? I didn’t invite you over here so you could sulk in a corner and make faces at me. Let’s get drunk.”
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Help Me Forget
@wildmoored <3′d for a thing
“You just gonna fucking stare at me or are you gonna have a beer? I didn’t invite you over here so you could sulk in a corner and make faces at me. Let’s get drunk.”
LIP tag drop.
the death of arthur | | lip & spencer
@abovegenius
spencer’s eyes scaned the pages of the books, he flipped them so fast, it was to most as if he didn’t read them at all. it was ten o’clock in the morning on a wednesday. there was next to no one in the small second hand bookshop. the man behind the counter reminded him of rossi, and the very thought hurt. he missed the team -- and he wondered, absently, if they realized he was gone. of course they would -- but would they care? spencer forced his brain back to the book. one he’d read several times, le morte d’arthur, or, in betterknown terms, the tales king arthur.
spencer had always loved the literature of mallory and his contemporaries. mostly because that was what he was first read as a child. his mother used to read it to him, and reading it himself was like bringing a piece of her with him. the book was over in the span of ten minutes, and he set it aside, moving onto another from the pile. he looked up when he felt eyes on him. he looked around, eyes landing on a younger man. “did you need something?”
@lipisms
“I would lie and say that I just tripped and scraped myself or something,” she sniffled, not looking the boy looming over her in the eye. “But I was just trying to- to do magic, but I had never done it before. It’s- it’s not that bad,” Lise said softly, offering out her hands, palms up, to show him the scrapes and burns.
@lipisms
Standing in her flower shop, Annalise had a clipboard in one hand, a pen in the other, and was walking by a refrigerator of bouquet arrangements, hand scribbling on the paper as she looked inside. She wore the usual bright smile, but her eyes showed something more. Remembering her old flower shop- the one that she worked in with her mother and sister- had left the blue gems much sadder than they should have been. Hearing the wind chimes jingle as the shop door opened, she swirled around and was caught a bit off-guard by the face she saw. Quickly, she pulled her face up once again into the bright and outgoing gleam as usual. “Hey! I haven’t seen you since the bonfire, do you need something sweetie?”