#crimescend

[rustrail]

QUACK   ATTACK        !       @crimescend

[deathscenes]

@crimescend     ( teresa )     : ❛    YOU DEFINITELY DIDN'T DO THAT .    ❜

his judgment dismays him .     no bark ,     just bite .     all calm ,     until his heart spikes .     he fires without thinking     —     without aiming too     —     and the bullet punctures glass in one swift go .     lights out .     stoicism ,     ruptured in the eyes ,     plain even under dark .     he looks at her ,     processing before he finally calms .     collects himself ,    rolls his shoulders forward before they slump .     ❝     don't fuckin' sneak up on me like that     and i won't do it again     ...     ❞     no apologies ,     fighting against guilt .     he tries to hide his sheepishness ,     promises surely to make it right .     ❝     i'll pay for the bulb later .     ❞

[frthestars]

Simone tells Adri, “i cracked under the pressure.”

Legs curled underneath herself, glass of wine balanced carefully between her knee and one hand, she listens dutifully.

Simone sounds frustrated, words tumbling out faster than the wine.

Despite how it appears on Adri's social media pages; nights out with friends; fancy wine tastings and upscale restaurants; and carefully planned out home cooked dinners; truly sitting down like this with a glass of wine and good company doesn't happen often.

Not since she moved out to LA; not since she's been balancing her career as a nurse, keeping up with her second 'job', and babysitting duty. Well, watching Chris isn't exactly babysitting, but Adri doesn't have a better word from it.

Adri's careful with how she posts her content; her life appears differently online.

"Okay," Adri says as Simone winds down. "For starters," her voice is light, teasing, "I think people are a lot more understanding about throwing things as paparazzi now." // @crimescend

[woodspile]

teresa wants to know if rowdy needs earmuffs?

ain’t got muffs big ‘nuff for them ears. probably oughta come check out the snake he’s got in his room, though. 😏

[woodspile]

@crimescend  (delilah),   i don’t let myself want things i can’t have.

his eyes stay stuck.  retracing her face from memory.  willing himself not to forget.   “s’a shame,”   breathless.   ‘em hands twitching at his side,  but gus won’t reach out.  not yet.  so many things he wants that he’ll never have.   “ain’t never gon’ touch them stars.”   fingers finally brush against her skin,  in a whisper,   “but i’m still looking up.”

[guttcrson]

@crimescend sent: never draw unless you intend to shoot. from elena!

the gun in his hand is steady, pointed straight, and he doesn't even blink at the sound of elena's voice. "never once drawn it without that intention." even the first time, all of ten years old and drawing it at his father's command, he'd known that he could shoot. other kids might've balked, tim never did. "somethin' real wrong in me, i guess, never felt hard to draw it or shoot it. like something in my shuts down the second it's in my hand." he's not even aiming at a person now, just a tree, testing a new gun and he knows if it was a man he wouldn't feel much more guilt.

the guilt comes after it comes in the dark of the night.

"you got someone you need shot today? might as well make this draw worth it."