#falseprotagonist

[anaesthezia]

A Key

Tempest hopped off the desk and landed softly as a cat, padding her way from Lio's makeshift cottage office - a desk and chair nestled in one dusty corner - towards the locked cellar. She looked at Raith over her shoulder, braid swaying from side to side with every step, "C'mon, let's see what he's hiding down there, hm? Unless you're scared of what we'll find."

She gave the padlock a nudge with her foot, "I'll bet there are turnips." Turnips and other cold vegetables that are just waiting for Hazel or Lio to attempt to cook them. But if it's just vegetables.. why would it be locked up so tight? Tempest nudged him on, "Quickly, before they get back from their walk."

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

falseprotagonist replied to your post: OOC

[[If they dont show anything at the end after you watch it, just send me a message and Ill provide spoilers.]]

((They did, actually! Thank the gods, because I was about to get really pissed off. Part of the ending was bad enough, I don't think I could've taken much more disappointment. -.-))

[byzantinedreams]

Off the Record

The city lay open before him. Left home some time ago, wound up coming here. The edge of a large city park, standing near where the turf transitions to concrete sidewalk, and where roads meet at an intersection. Rows of trees behind and to his sides seem to transition into rows of apartments and office buildings ahead of him.

Quietly, he turns to skirt the edge of this transition point, and he slips himself down into a bench, back to the buildings, eyes to the park where couples walk, and children play in the light of the setting sun.

He tugs his phone out of his pocket to idly browse his phone book, realizing quickly just how few people he could count on if he needed them, and he's sure he's wrong about some of them. He holds the power button down, until it's light winks out. He replaces it in his pocket, as he leans back into the bench, and watches the sky.

[summerskin]

while i was reblogging that nolan gould photoset, i didn't recognize your icon OR your url but i was like, this must be Sam, i could recognize her tags anywhere!

jsaifsl;kdfalk;sjf omg flattered

[piginawig]

falseprotagonist replied to your post: did emma and chord break up?

yeah. there’s a justjared link going around.

Oooh. That sucks, I guess?

[evannalynchs-blog]

fic: if it's love, what else matters

I am incredibly sorry this is so short but this is my Canoe Christmas gift for Stephanie, hope you have a wonderful christmas sweetie :)

Merry Christmas Canoe!! I love you all so much <3

For a summary lets just go with; In which Sam is a fearless bitch and get's what he wants. :)

“Finn!” Kurt demanded as he stalked briskly through the door of the choir room, “Finn, where is Sam? WAIT—” Kurt held up a hand, “do not even try and convince me he’s somewhere he’s not, if you know and don’t tell me, I swear to you I will take that recording of you singing Hannah Montana’s ‘Superstar’ and play it loudly through the school’s intercom. Is that clear?” Kurt smiled sweetly and took a step closer to Finn expectantly.

 “Dude, I think he said something about going to the library to study or something. Wait wha-- where did you get that recording?!”

Once hearing those words, Kurt left as quickly as he arrived, leaving behind a sea of open mouths and a horrified Finn in his wake.

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As an angry Kurt Hummel swept gracefully into the library, the school bell rang shrilly at the end of the corridor signalling the start of 2nd period causing a day-dreaming Sam Evans to nearly fall off his chair in shock. The moment he regained composure and bent down to pick up his ipod from the floor was the moment he saw Kurt.

“Samuel Evans, please forgive me if I’m being unreasonable but I would like to know a), why you kissed me last night and b), why you ran out the door the second it was over.” Kurt questioned, his tone sharp and direct, making sure Sam knew from the look on his face and his tone that he was not going to let the event go.

Sam’s heart jolted uneasily in his chest at Kurt’s tone with him as he looked down and fiddled with the binder of his sketchbook and choked out a muffled “sorry” as he avoided the smaller boy’s blazing blue eyes.

Kurt opened his mouth to continue his lecture but at the sight of the librarian standing up angrily and shooting a glare in their direction, Kurt quickly grabbed Sam’s idle hand resting on the desk and pulled him up from his chair and out into the hallway.

“Why did you run off?” Kurt demanded

“I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“What you would say after I kissed you.”

Kurt’s mouth dropped open as his brain slowly processed Sam’s words.

“Why?”

“Because I lo—” Sam clamped his mouth shut. The realisation that he had almost confessed his feelings nearly caused a groan to escape his lips.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at the fumbling blonde and Sam wanted to claw his own face and sink into a black hole.

“I mean.. I… I love pie.” Sam grinned sheepishly and silently prayed the other boy wouldn’t question it. Who was he kidding really though? This was no Finn he was talking to.

Kurt smiled knowingly at the blonde and took the opportunity to take Sam’s deflected statement and use it to his advantage. Damn, Santana really had rubbed off on him.

“Well if you like pie that much, I’m guessing you like that diner around the corner, how about we make a date of it, yes?”

Sam’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

 “Wonderful. Pick me up at 8.” With a smirk and a flourish of movement, Kurt turned and sauntered out the door.

 “You have my word.”

Sam smiled, that was the Kurt Hummel he knew, and he was glad he was back.

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Beta'd by the lovely Sofie and some sentences were helped by Elizabeth thanks heaps <3