#colt.002

[papaflynn]

thread: the storm characters: callum & colt where: briar ridge summer festival tagging: @coltonatwater

Callum had been gathering and setting up beds for an hour or so now. That time had passed in relative silence as his thoughts swirled with concern and stress for his daughter. Thankfully, Colt understood, and other than some instructions or guidance, he let the worried father distract himself with the task at hand.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and stopped momentarily to catch his breath. This was going to be a long night. Callum pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked, but there was still no signal. He was desperate to know that Avie was okay. "Have you ever dealt with this kind of thing before?" He asked Colt, hoping the other man might provide some much-needed reassurance.

[archivedmattsullivan]

─── starter for @coltwinslow​

WAYNE WINSLOW’S RESIDENCE — Something that was inevitable in life was loss, death escaped absolutely no one, but a parent wasn’t meant to bury a child. It had hit Matt hard when the news of Wesson’s passing reached him and he’d paid his respects. He knew grieving a child, he knew losing family and while he had wanted to be there in support of people that had been apart of his life since he was knee high— being allowed the space to mourn and grieve was also important. Matt had just pulled up in Wayne’s driveway with his truck and had barely made it to the front grill when Colt came into view. Despite their difference and the loss of their own brotherly bond, his heart went out to the man that was once a best friend. “Hey, I was just coming by to check on your pop.” His thumb jutted back to his truck just over his shoulder. “Aileen sent me with a bunch of food.” They’d been checking on Colt’s old man for a long while, and his grandmother regularly made food that he brought by. Matt just hadn’t expected to see Colt, even though he realized this shouldn’t have been a surprise. “How’ve you been holding up, man?”