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[damienrcse-blog]

☢ my muse’s reaction to our muses being trapped in a building together foxworth (foxworthhq)

Letting out a frustrated groan, Damien made sure the bookcase was sturdy against the door before he turned to the other man. “I guess we’re trapped for the next few hours or so,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. “Great.” This was so not how he wanted this day to go. He was supposed to be indoors, working on how to communicate with the other groups, find other survivors. Now he was here, with the guy he had definitely met before, but he couldn’t remember where or how. “You didn’t happen to bring any food with you, did you?” he asked.

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[cyrusthurman-blog]

💀 - Foxworth (foxworthhq) c;

“   you’re all BLOODY. what happened ?   ”   now, distinguishing your own blood from someone or something else’s was difficult. although cyrus couldn’t see any visible injuries on the other as he looked him over, the blood had to belong to someone. or multiple things.

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[damienrcse-blog]

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No way. There was no way. Of course Damien hadn’t been through enough shit already for the past couple of weeks, with his ex-fiance showing up out of nowhere and all, but now...what the hell was he watching right now? Sitting at the bar, his fingers tightly clenching onto his drink, Damien’s eyes are just glued to the tv screen hanging in the top corner. The volume is turned up, and it seemed like he wasn’t the only one watching in horror. Damien was almost indifferent about the earthquake, but now this...

“Wh-what’s...what the hell?”