#gardenwalls

[lovegates]

｡   ⋆   :   marnie to ?

   “    and  if  you  wanted  me  ,  you  really  should  have  showed  .    “

[carex]

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[lovegates]

｡   ⋆   :   reid to ?

   “    wondering  which  version  of  you  i  might  get  on  the  phone  tonight  .    “

[enbloom]

                      ❝   are  they  just  a  distraction,   or  are  you  really  done  this  time?   ❞

@gardenwalls  requested  𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑔     ҉

[invcntions]

closed starter for my angel @gardenwalls

he's been tapping his fingers against the countertop for the last thirty minutes, an untouched mug of coffee now cold in front of him as the tv plays on about some unimportant news in the background. all jai can focus on is the start of the morning, the half naked stranger he'd run into on his way to take a shower, the journey they'd been making between the bathroom and lila's bedroom. one he's done more than a handful of times before. the sound of the front door finally closing does little to ease the tension in his chest, gaze pulling up as familiar footsteps come to a stop at the entrance to the kitchen. be nice, he does his best to remind himself. still, all he can do his stare at his roommate, a brow raising in her direction as the weight of tension settles between them. “ why was there a shirtless man in my hallway? ” it's not quite how he means to break the silence, though the question falls from his lips before jai can consider how little he wants the answer.

[deryapinar]

“i  wasn’t  really  asking  you  on  a  date,  just  coffee” / @gardenwalls

[amournedarchive]

⤿ justin + dove › @gardenwalls .

anchors  lithe  frame  against  the  heavy  oak  of  the  pew  as  the  sight  of  him  by  the  altar  carves  a  ghost  of  a  future  that  felt belong to them in another lifetime.  air  in  the  chapel  is  thick  with  the  residue  of  their  shared  history,  a  cycle  of  breaking  and  mending  that  left  them  both  with  skin  like  glass  and  blood  like  ice.  watches  the  light  hit  the  structure  of  his  shoulders,  feeling  the  cruel  friction  of  a  life  that  keeps  teasing  her  with  what  she  can  never  keep.  pulse  is  a  frantic  thrumming  against  the  bone  of  her  chest,  a  familiar  rhythm  that  she  refuses  to  name  as  love,  even  as  the  gravity  of  his  presence  pulls  the  air  right  out  of  her  lungs.

forces  a  thin,  brittle  smile  to  mask  the  sudden  ache  that  sits  like  a  stone  in  the  back  of  her  throat.  “ sorry  i  was  late.  i  thought  for  sure  this  will  be  cancelled  when  the  missis  told  me  she  had  other  appointment, ”  voice  low  that  it barely  covers  the  edged  memory  of  their  last  goodbye.  lets  her  gaze  linger  on  him,  surprised  by  the  weight  of  a  man  who  never  wanted  to  be  involved  in  the  mundane  process  of  a  life  together.  fingers  twitch  against  her  side  as  if  reaching  for  a  touch  she  already  buried.  “ i  didnt  expect  her  husband  to  be  sent  over.  usually  husbands  dont  want  to  involve  in  this  process.  are  introductions  still  required? ”

[sealedfcte]

⋆˙⟡ closed starter for @gardenwalls

there’s a slow, exaggerated roll of koa’s eyes as calvin cleans the cut on his cheek, his face still stained with blood from the hockey match. it feels like they always end up like this - - koa restless in the of adrenaline of a win ( or more rarely, a loss ), and calvin steady, careful, and gentle with his touch. they’ve fallen so seamlessly into this routine that koa almost looks forward to his injuries because it means he can see calvin. “i swear, there’s more to hockey than fighting,” he hums, gaze lingering on calvin ( and heart stuttering over how close they are ) “why don’t you come watch next time?” he tests the waters, eyes not leaving the other as a smile curves onto his lips, “i’ve got a ticket with your name on it…and i’d love to see you wearing my jersey.” maybe it was too much, but koa had to try.