#doingxalright

[builtforthisworld]

"Look. I'm not SCARED or anything, I just... think we should sleep in the same tent, is all..."

   "Why?" 

[roccothewop]

"Have you ever cried when watching a chick flick?"

send me “have you evers” and i’ll answer yes or no.

"No... No fuckin' way..."

[roccothewop]

"Have you ever been to a funeral before?"

sad ‘n’ fluffy rp starters!

The question hadn’t gone unheard as the Italian continued to rifle through his belongings, he’d long since found what he was looking for, but he knew the sadness read all over his face, and he was scared that if he met Van’s eyes he would cry. “Yeah,” he murmurs and absently rakes a hand through his hair, “both my Ma’s an’ Pop’s…” There was a long pause, he shifted his weight and continued shoving things aside in his pack, “why d’ya ask?”

[roccothewop]

"Ship it!"

if our muses were a couple… (send me a “ship it!” and i’ll tell you what i think)

>What their OTP name would be: Vanco, Rocan, Davan.... 

>Who would confess first: I could see Van coming out and confessing before Rocco in this instance.

>Which one would be more dominant: Rocco. He'd find it easy to just scoop the smaller man up, toss him over his shoulder, and then be like it's play time!

>Which one would do the cooking: Rocco would cook anything under the sun for Van.

>How long they’d stay together: As long as Van would keep him.

>What they’d do together on a day off: Something cute and romantic, which would probably lead to Rocco trying to get a little extra on the spot.

>What they’d be like in bed: Rough every once in awhile but mostly soft love making. 

>Who would be jealous of them: Society.

[kxllercoltarchive]

doingxalright

Rick was out collecting game from the small traps he had set around the prison. It was another way of  collecting  a  decent amount of food for  everyone  back  at  the  prison,  especially since they had so many more mouths to feed. When the former cop hears a twig snap, he's quick to pull his gun from the holster on his hip. It's either a walker, or an animal.

                        "Don't move!!"  

He rasps, aiming his weapon at the person who had stepped out of the bushes.

[lovebeforebelief-blog]

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

They had spent the afternoon on the dock: Simon, in a garish jumper and jeans, and Van, wearing only swimming shorts. In the middle of summer, Simon looked rather odd donning his cold weather clothes, but it was a personal choice. Besides, the heat barely bothered him, considering he couldn't feel a thing. Van had griped, but ceased when Simon had pointed out that people might ask more questions than they already did. His appearance was far from normal, after all.

For a long time, they dangled their feet into the cool water of the lake, silently. This was how they enjoyed their time. There was no need for extraneous babbling and small talk. They enjoyed each other's presence and that was fine.

When the sky was splattered with a palette of pinks and oranges, the two began to reminisce in hushed tones, watching the sun sink behind the trees. As Van spoke, about his past and his father, Simon glanced at him silently, keeping a small smile on his lips.

Eventually, Van shot him one of those "what are you grinning about?" looks and Simon couldn't help it. He brushed the sweat dampened hair away from Van's forehead and pecked his sun-kissed skin lightly. It must have been burning hot, because Simon felt the slight tingle of sensation on his lips before he pulled away. 

"I hardly ever hear yeh talk this much," Simon pointed out as he smoothed Van's hair down, "It's a nice change." Before Van could retort in some undoubtedly defensive fashion, Simon stole his lips and kissed him until the moon painted slats of white across the onyx black lake.

[lovebeforebelief-blog]

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

The bottle of pills in Simon's hand must have given him away. He did not look at Van as he stashed the bottle in his pocket. "Nothing." It was true. He hadn't intended to take them. He knew all too well what Blue Oblivion did to people like him. Yet he felt a vague sense of guilt when he finally met Van's eyes.

"I don't intend to use these. It's dangerous." Simon padded across the floor, light on his feet like a cat, and curled his arms around Van's waist. "You needn't worry," he pressed a kiss to Van's cheek between sentences, "You can take them away, if you want. I don't need them." Somewhere deep down he knew that that might not be the case, but he was willing to at least offer the option to Van for assurance. 

The time would come when he would have to use them and he only hoped Van would not be around to see it.

[lovebeforebelief-blog]

"Don't treat me like some kid!"

"Then don't act like such a child," Simon retorted nonchalantly, cloudy eyes fixated on Van's own. In the dull morning light, Simon looked like a statue, unmoving and porcelain. His mouth stayed pressed into a hard line, yet his face remained as smooth as marble; he would show no emotion, especially now. "You haven't been thinking clearly. You don't understand what you're asking."

Perhaps his words were an attempt to try and legitimize the fact that he was wrong, but they contained a rock solid resolve that was undeniable. There was Van, standing in the shadows, and Simon was trying his best not to make the same mistake he had made before. He would not put another life on the line over love. But Van looked so lovely, with his tanned skin and tousled hair, and if Simon's heart still beat, it would crash against his ribcage every time he looked upon him.

"We are different, you and I. I will not put you at risk because of feelings. I refuse." As every second passed though, his willpower was crumbling, and the few working neurons in his brain were shooting off signals, trying to jumpstart some part of him that no longer worked. Remaining rooted would only lead to the collapse of his resolve. So with ease, Simon walked away, past Van, brushing shoulders with him as he went. He vowed it would not look back.