#ft. warren

[frankenbirdz]

a study on reanimation: main cast

i drew my kids again!! these five are the main characters (excluding the two antagonists lol) and i finally got around to figuring out their designs!! hen and em are currently the only two with intros out at the moment, but eva, warren and mercedes will be getting them soon!!

general: @childhoodlovers @moll-ifluous @svpphicwrites @veneritia

a study on reanimation: @aetherwritesthings @alicewestwater @crystallized-ink @lesjace @llesbianwrites @teaandtypewriters @tragedieds @wildswrites @writingbyjillian

[ofgunshy]

starter for @wxrrcn​

– SHE’S MET WARREN MANY TIMES OVER THE YEARS, but mostly she remembers him as a child, and now he has simply grown into a boy that she has not been able to protect. gallagher seems to be littered with those sorts of former children, shuffled into a life of secrecy like a pipeline and WARREN is no different. she wants to tell him more about his brother, but at the same time, she doesn’t want to ruin his memories of him. when he shows up in her hall, she can only meet his face with a stoic expression, yet another conversation she’s been biding her time on, spoiled by a pesky EMAIL.

“ i suppose you have questions. ” 

[pcllx-blog]

@warrxns

– “OH, YOU’RE AWAKE!” she spins around with a smile on her face, spatula in her hand. the force of the spin knocks pancake batter onto the walls, but she doesn’t notice in her surprise. the previous night is lost in a blur of desperate, frantic kisses, escapades loud enough to wake the neighbors. esme is someone else in those hours, an animal you wouldn’t expect behind those doe eyes. but the morning light brings a much more safe-for-work side of her, and she’s clad in only one of his shirts, making breakfast. ever since she was a kid, she’s always been an early riser, no matter how crazy the night. the habit of early morning skating practice. “do you want pancakes?” she asks, pouring batter onto the skillet. “i have about an hour or so before practice, if you’re not in a rush.” esme is determined not to let all the time spent not talking get in the way of their friendship.

[pcllx-blog]

@warrxns

– MOMENTS OF UNCERTAINTY cause you to turn to familiar distractions. warren is a lot of things to esme; best friend, companion, confidant, lover. esme, as usual, could make a laundry list of things she’s worried about (she’s high maintenance like that), which she does sometimes, but other times she resorts to old habits (albeit fun ones). most of the time, she has every intention of stopping – things like this tend to get messy and deep down, she knows it’s a coping mechanism, but there are times where she can’t help but want him, imagining his lips on her neck and craving the way they help her forget. esme usually wants him most after a few drinks, and the hotel bar has happily obliged. she’s struck up some sort of absentminded conversation with the bartender, one where her name is cora and she works at a marketing firm. cora has three dogs and three brothers, which is basically the same thing, according to cora.

but she soon grows tired of that. maybe she wants to be someone else, but she also doesn’t want to be alone. nothing her lace bra and a photoshoot can’t fix.

[sms]: (picture text)

[sms]: what are you up to?

she glances out her window of the manor to stockholm, spanning out before her. it’s so scary to think about how she’s ended up here, and instead, she’d rather not.

[judemurdock]

the absolute last thing jude ever wanted was to deal with warren. he’d done his time, this was supposed to be over and yet, in a city of eight million people, who did he happen to bump into? it’s not like they wouldn’t be thrown together by the sanctum anyway, he wasn’t supposed to have to see him when there was a way out of it. but this was a game of chicken and jude didn’t move first, not to duck away, or hide down an alley. he kept head up as he walked, the black eye being worn as a badge of honor. 

at the very least, he didn’t have to speak to warren to let him know that, yes, jude did still hate him. as he passed by, he shoved warren’s shoulder with his own, not slowing as he did.

◙ @warrxns

[killthekvng-blog]

@warrxns

there wasn’t much he associated with that sanctum that could be labeled as a positive. their reasons for being part of it were personal, though nothing about seemed to be exactly that. they had been gathered here to be reminded of their place, and while others were indebted, hunter wasn’t, at least quite yet. perhaps it’s this that has him acting in such a way that was not cautious and wary in nature but ... very much so like himself. “bourbon, neat, and one vodka cranberry,” he requests, taking his time to get back to naila ( as much as he can, if he were being candid ), though not before colliding shoulders and most effectively using his own to push back a certain someone in the way. “you were taking way too long,” he states bluntly, turning to the other and plastering a grin on his face, though it holds none of it’s original intent.