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[northwayhq-blog]

(QUINTON GUNTHER) has been living in northway for (TWO) years. (HE) is known as the (ARTISAN) and they are a (FRESHMAN) student majoring in (PIANO) they are often mistaken as (TROYE SIVAN) – ooc: (kylen, 18, he/him, pst, ooc blog: devxid, aim: devxid)

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[mercenary-with-wings-blog]

"I don't hate you, Clint. In fact I still love you, and I'm afraid I always will."

     ”You should hate me…”

     ”—Why do you love me, Mal? All I ever did was hurt you.”

[mercenary-with-wings-blog]

Today We Are Incomplete | Francis + Clint + Mal

     Wheeling his wheelchair to the apartment door, Clint is prepared to grapple with the door as always when he sees her, leaning in the hall, arms crossed, wearing a blue dress he somehow remembers from the short months they'd spend together all those years ago. The look of surprise on her face is something he's used to by now, but either way he winces like it's a personal blow, and in a way it was. 

     "I was hoping you wouldn't see me like this." The soldier murmurs as he wheels up to the door, a pained expression overcoming his features as he went through one pocket then the other to find his keys; he'd been walking, or rather rolling, a fellow soldier out who'd come to visit him, and had instructed Francis to leave the door closed as always, even though it meant fighting with it now. "Now's not a good time." He continued, sliding the key into the lock, shooting Mal a look. She didn't know about Francis, or at least he didn't think she did.

     As he struggles to open the door and simultaneously wheel his wheelchair through he calls to the boy despite his earlier statement. "Hey, Francis? I know we just had a visitor, but there's someone else I think you should meet."