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gaspardwrites started following you
Pitch was sitting on his chair,that was made out of his shadows,and reading a book in his hand since the man was trying to see if he cane learn something so he can be strong like he was before.He was about to flips the the page until he heard someone's footsteps which his eyes looks to the side to see who it is "Hello"
Dear gaspardwrites (lolbye)
(i see you. i see who you are)
Dear gaspardwrites,
YOU MAKE ME NEED LIFE ALERT ALL THE TIME. THOSE THINGS ARE EXPENSIVE. But other than that, we're a lot alike, and I dig it. Also biscuits and gravy, hell yeah.
I mean, our stupid little moon and sun babies are alright, BUT WE'RE PRETTY AWESOME
my relationships page screwed up again!
Alyx is missing her loves.
State one random fact about yourself and pass this on to five other people.
I know how to play the alto saxophone
"Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me."
Rusty wasn't sure what had happened, or why he was asking this of her, but it wasn't like she was about to assuredly declare no and leave him in this obviously fragile state. He was sitting on the bed, looking pitiful and hurt, and Rusty just walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his head, bringing him in close to her. Rusty's fingers moved though the back of his hair, wondering when he had let it grow out this long.
She knew that he got kind of lazy in the summer, and let it grow just like whatever, but it was the middle of the school year, suggesting that maybe something happened prior that made him forget little things like haircuts and shaving. Whatever the evil was, she wanted to save him from it. Perhaps he was just having a bad day and wanted someone to comfort him. Either way, she'd be here for him, and wouldn't leave his side until he felt better.
Rusty was about to ask what had happened, why he was like this, when she remembered that he had told her not to say anything. Which wasn't an odd thing to request, since she could talk to ear off of the most talkative person in the world. But for now, she just stayed silent, letting her fingers run through his hair and over his neck, before travelling back up again. "Johnny are you alright?" She asked finally after what seemed like hours. "I want to help you, let me help you please." She pulled back, lifting his head so she could look into his eyes. "It's what I do best, please let me help heal the wounds."
"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"
"No i'm not." Rusty spoke, her voice quivering, just like her bottom lip was doing. Her body was betraying her mind, showing how just how scared she actually was, and that was something she didn't want to do. Her whole life was basically showing people she was okay on the outside, in the hopes that it would make her feel better on the inside. And for a while, it works, it remedies the situation. That is, until she remembers where she came from, and where she had to go back too.
The fact that Johnny could peel away each layer of her, examine it, and put it back knowing that much more about her made Rusty uncomfortable, raw, but also very much loved. This was still a situation that she didn't want to talk about until she was well dead.
He repeated himself again, and Rusty lowered her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "I'm not." Stubbornly, she pushed away the tears and looked back up with a watery smile, her fingers shaking as she did the action. Looking into Johnny's unwavering eyes broke something with her, and her face contorted into pain, sadness, and yes, fear. "Yes, I'm scared." She asked, feeling his arms wrap around her in an effort to console the crying blonde. "Why does he do it?" She asked, the tears rolling down her cheeks, dripping off her chin. "Is it me? Do I deserve it?" He held her a little tighter, and Rusty could feel her legs give out on her. If it wasn't for him holding her up, she would have fallen. "I'm so scared Johnny, I don't want to go back."
*whispers* Justy tho.
justy. omfg
Who’s the messiest one: Rusty though, is that even a question? Although I feel like if there was a mess on the floor and Johnny had just gotten back from practice, he wouldn't bother picking it up? Probs just sleep xD
Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: I would have to say Johnny, mostly because Rusty wouldn't even care in the slightest.
Who’s the funniest drunk: I want to say Johnny, just because I want him to be that really loud drunk
Who texts the most: Rusty. She likes to live text her feelings
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: They have the same taste in music (and movies) from what I've heard. So who's the real loser here?
Who reads the most: Johnny of course.
Who’s better with kids: Rusty, probably because she can keep them entertained and happy
Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Rusty would probably try to fix things around the house, but would end up making it worse, so then Johnny would have to step in.
Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Let's see, Rusty surfs, and Johnny talks to chinchillas :3 But who really knows. honhonhon
Who cooks and who cleans up: Seeing as how Johnny is the cook, and Rusty is the baker...Johnny would cook, Rusty would clean up.
