#c. matt

[coeusflown-blog]

@commander-holt

It’s EASIER to greet him than it had been to greet Shiro.  The smile feels out of place, it feels like an age since smiles have come so EASY.    “ Welcome home, MATT.  Do you want me to walk you to the medical wing ... ?  Pidge is still there.  Your mom is probably with them. “ 

[eatrude]

@dawnedevil​  / sc. ↳ song: how did you love ( shinedown ) 

“  You can be an angel of mercy or give in to hate -- the one thing you leave behind is ‘ how did you love ‘ ... it’s not what you believe, those prayers will make you bleed. “   

[recslionel]

matt + lionel

@mattkowalczyk

Admittedly, Lionel hadn’t spent much time perusing the Visitor until the announcement came out of the initial malfunction. He wasn’t immediately unsettled, having had spent nineteen years of his life on Earth quelling any anxiety that rose in his household. But it was something about suffocating or starving; this slow, burning, unhindered death, that kept him farther away from his rational thinking. He paced in a lounge area, though he wasn’t sure why. 

Lionel had sworn to himself not to drink on their journey. He wanted to be sober until they reached Abellio, for no reason in particular, maybe just to raise a glass to his old lover as he began his new life - something cheesy romantic as that. But ambling into a conveniently placed bar outside the lounge, he ordered a drink he couldn’t remember the name of and took down three shots of it. As he brought his head up from the bottom of his glass, he noticed another entity in the room, and suddenly he felt a rush of embarrassment accompanied with an odd swell of relief.

“. . . Hello there.” greeted Lionel, a slur characterizing his speech as he fell back onto the couch in mild distress.

[rcsasm-blog]

Rosalya não sabia direito o que tinha na cabeça quando inventou de deixar sua casa aquela hora da noite. Ele não estava dormindo, ela sabia que não. Não era esse o problema. O problema era ela e sua mente conturbada que insistia em fazer merda. Respirando fundo, bateu na porta do apartamento três ansiosas vezes. E esperou por quem estava do outro lado.