#fivexfaith

[heavenwalked]

@fivexfaith    /    sc.

                   ❛    ——    𝑰 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬     this question,   and believe me i hate asking.   but,   when you come over to get my   ‘help’   with things you   CLEARLY   should know   ——   what is that ?   what are we doing ?   i need to know,   because i need to   ——   understand.    ❜

[praecedens]

F I V E X F A I T H ( . starter from carol )

     “ impressive. haven’t seen a guy get laid out that quickly since maria decked that guy in the 80′s. “

@fivexfaith

[ofdeomnes]

        “sure,” the deomnes was extra smug this time around, watching faith scramble for an explanation was always a good laugh. the the wild gestures and frantic vocal range, it’s hard not to laugh right now. sky had to press her lips shut to suppress it.

         “if you wanted to cop a feel all you had to do was ask.”

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[ofmarbledmuses]

@fivexfaith BITCH I LOVE U AND MISS U 

“i’ll wrap up my bones and leave them. out of this home, out on the road.”

[braccati-blog]

          you remember how to get there?                              second star to the left & straight on ‘til morning.

@fivexfaith

[unsungseeker-blog]

@fivexfaith . x

She shifted ever-so-slightly at her touch, and at those gentle pinprick sensations that never failed to elicit goosebumps. The Slayer’s presence was ever the comfortable one, and that jumbled banter she had come to adore prompted a tug at the corner of her lips. An amber gaze freed itself, languidly settling on Faith’s own, and she smiled. A small, warm smile. Lara’s eyes fell to those fingertips brushing her elbow, and her own hand fell to take a hold of it. Lazy circles were drawn on the other woman’s knuckles and palm, “..Greek.”

Amber hues flitted up again. They never could peel themselves away from that beautiful face for long... Her head cocked, dark locks shifting about and framing her elegant features. Spring had come so soon. The trees and flowers that had been slumbering in a state not unlike death would finally wake up and bloom again. The weather would get warmer, and warmer. It was a lively, vibrant time of year. And it was so easy to compare Faith to it. 

Lara had felt so cold and alone, until they met. She helped her feel like she was alive again in her boring, day-to-day civilian life, and not just existing. And like a breath of fresh spring air, Faith had warmed her heart, time and time again. Her smile widened, gaze warm and smoldering, and that soft, even voice lilted, “It’s Greek. You’d be surprised at how many languages I know, too. I called you a nightingale -- a sweet-voiced messenger of Spring. That’s the rough translation, anyway...”

[savethewcrld]

The noise is loud in her ears as it explodes once she exits the bathroom and heads for the bar counter - there is laughter everywhere, loud music, cheering. It’s not unlike things she has heard before, but the emotion that is settled on her chest is a new thing. The nerves, the happiness, the absolute fear from things she has planned for tonight. It is one of the best days of the year, after all, celebrating the one single favorite person of hers.

Cheeks are all dimples and laugh lines as she brings the drink to the dark-haired birthday girl who had just said goodbye to several members of her favorite baseball team - courtesy of Trish Walker and her incessant and careful planning that has been in motion for months. Take her to the game; have an afterparty with the team - those who agreed to come - and then an after-after party with all their friends.

It has been a year since they met.

“Having fun?” It’s a whisper into an ear when hand rests on the lower back and lips press to a cheek. They are both still dressed in Red Sox merch - this one  is entirely a courtesy of Faith Lehane, but Trish doesn’t mind - the ponytail hanging from a cap has been a good way of escaping all the It’s Patsy songs bursting out randomly whenever they went out in public.

“I thought you were going to faint for a while there.” The look on Faith’s face when the players walked in has been a priceless thing that she took many photos of. With them now gone, part three of the evening could start. And Trish Walker might be the one to faint next.

THE THREAD. // @fivexfaith

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

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@fivexfaith gets this one. Will you ever find a kinder individual than Kendra? It is not likely. God, I have known her for so fucking long now and I think I’ve never been so genuinely affected by how warm-hearted and selfless one person can be. I have read The Road because of her, and been introduced to so many things, solely because she’s such a passionate individual who so openly shares her passion. I love Kendra so fucking much. Everyone, literally everyone, befriend Kendra.