#claudprovos

[atlasreturned-blog]

Noah knew little about Rachel’s time at the Choke, and he’d never pressed it. He’d asked her once, what it was like, and the far off ( almost DEAD ) look in her eyes was enough to prompt him to never broach the subject again. In Noah’s mind, it didn’t matter. She was away from it now, and they were together again, as they were always meant to be. It was time for her to H E A L, and move on from the war that she was apart of, and the last thing he wanted was for her to continue to relive it.

He, of course, had no idea that she’d fallen into the arms, and found comfort in that of another, and for now ignorance was truly BLISS. 

He and Rachel split up around 20 minutes ago, her running off to the face paint booth and a brief PINKY PROMISE to buy the best food she could with the coins she earned. Now, Noah was wandering around rather aimlessly. Matt was off Gods knew where ( probably with Garnet, ) and no other familiar faces were in sight. Fucking fantastic.

He came to a stop in front of some stand, his eyes squinting as he struggled to make out the words. He’d attended school until the accident; until he started to support Matthew, refusing to let his brother leave at such a young age. He could read, just not very well. He grabbed the first person near him, rather frustrated that he had to ask for help. 

       –––––  “Hey, man. Mind telling me what that says?”      & @claudprovos

[sunflcwergirl-blog]

❛ You need to make a choice before someone makes it for you. ❜

meme.

though many might say otherwise, ANGER was no foreign concept to Rachel Bristow. she was no stranger to the FLAME that sparks in vexation’s wake ( so often causing her to wonder if this is what BURNERS felt. ) though that is not to say she was an ANGRY individual—not by any stretch of the imagination—but it should be noted that she is not immune to its’ effects. and in this moment, Rachel was, in fact, angry.

“ bet you have a lot to say about CHOICES, don’t you? ” the venom in her words felt strange even to her, and she knew as they left her lips that she was being unfair; she knew this was not her, knew she would never say these things to anyone let alone to HIM. but there was something rattling around inside her, a FIRE threatening to consume, to EXPLODE, and she could do nothing to stop it.

there was a certain indignation there as well—she, who had so often had the luxury of CHOICE ripped away from her, being threatened with such, however inadvertently, once again. & it was not so much her as it was her PEOPLE; how many had been denied such choices ? how many were forced into lives they had no heart to lead, ripped from families and homes and life. never again would she sit idly by and allow another to deny one the simple privilege of CHOICE.

“ don’t lecture me on the weight of choices, Claudius, when we both know how FAMILIAR i am with their consequences. ”