#flintchae

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[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?

[3:22pm]: i know we aren’t friends, but you should at least know me well enough to not be surprised by this.[3:23pm]: When was the last time i stayed out of anything?[3:23pm]: prepare yourself for this fire article.

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☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead

To Forest, Flint is some kind of indestructible, ethereal creature. A Pagan God, peering over Prada sunglasses. sipping coffee, reeking of judgement. To Forest, Flint is Hermes in Hermés, as close to wealth as Forest’s ever going to get. When a person has a bank account with that many zeroes in it, they’re a God. When a person is living dollar to dollar, they’re just a mortal, allowed to live in their God’s shadow.

To Forest, Flint is some kind of indestructible, ethereal creature. He never considered for a moment that his money could make him a target. Where Forest comes from, people just disappear. They fade out from existence, and their name is on nothing, so no one looks. They just don’t matter, in the grand scheme of things. They’re just another ant in the shadow of a God. Flint walks on air. People will notice when he’s gone. He has enough money to get himself back when they do.

So Flint can’t be dead. It just can’t be true. This is the set-up to an action movie. This is a spy book, a story in the news. This is not a thing that happens to boy-Gods like Flint. Flint is an indestructible, ethereal creature — but he’s close enough to touch, and Forest has proof, too-nice towels and sheets in his apartment, expensive coffee cups in his trash and conditioner pricier than his grocery bill in his bathroom — proof that this God is real. To think that Flint is missing — dead — missing is beyond comprehension.

Kidnapping doesn’t happen to real people or real Gods. It happens to ambassadors’ sons, billionaires’ daughters, heirs to thrones. Names on paper that cast a shadow but never live. Forest knows how alive Flint is. It makes it too difficult to accept — that Flint could even have a remote chance of being dead.

Flint is some kind of indestructible, ethereal creature. Prada sunglasses, expensive conditioner, cool smiles and oversweetened ‘coffee’ drinks — those are the things that make him real. It’s all of these things, all put together — that promises Forest that Flint is still alive. He refuses to believe that Flint is dead.

Flint is indestructible, unshatterable ice and diamonds. It simply cannot be true.

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FOLLOW UP : ✿

✿: a suggestive text

[ text ]: when am i not dying over a paper tbh ??? i suffer™[ text ]: but like yeah come over please[ text ]: i need all the motivation i can get [ text ]: just to like help me focus ofc[ text ]: (:

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♧ : ))

♧: Your muse playing with their hair“Do you ever condition your hair?” Flint laments, and Zach takes a moment to consider the question, looking up from his phone for a moment.

“I think I did, like — last week? Maybe?” That’s a lie if he’s ever told one — he’s not even sure if he’s got conditioner right now. What was the point? Shampoo works just fine, and the bottle says “smooth, silky and conditioning” so does he really need to go out and get more conditioner? Nope.

“You’re a disgrace,” Flint informs him, petting Zach’s hair and frowning. “It could be so much softer but you spend all your money on Monster and Red Bull.”

That isn’t entirely untrue, but Zach chooses that moment to have selective amnesia, is like, “I can’t read suddenly. I don’t know.”

“Stop with the memes, I swear to God.”