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@godsforlorn liked this for a lyric starter or two. (3/3) character: james holloway. oldest holloway brother. a very tall walking regret.

"Okay, having said all that, do you still wanna be with me? 'Cause, like, I wanna be with you. Maybe even forever. Holy shit, okay, maybe not forever. I mean, like, I'm, I'm not saying not forever. I, I actually have no idea what I'm saying."

#godsforlorn #james nathaniel holloway ╱ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

@godsforlorn liked this for a lyric starter or two. (2/3) character: jack holloway. middle holloway brother. he thinks he is just a lil guy. he is not, he needs therapy.

"If I had the choice between hearing either noise: the excitement of a thousand, or the soothing of your voice. At first chance, I'd take the bed warmed by your body."

#godsforlorn #jack samuel holloway ╱ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

@godsforlorn liked this for a lyric starter or two. (1/3) character: jason holloway. youngest holloway brother. tragically good at violence. loves horsies.

"I thought that if I piled something good on all that bad, I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad, but—" He waved his hand vaguely, taking another sip of his beer. "—No, I'm no longer funny because I miss the way you laugh."

#godsforlorn #jason vincent holloway ╱ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

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he was sitting in the driver's seat of his roosevelt elysium staring at the doorman like he didn't know what else to say. "i know her! i swear!" but the man did not budge, looking at him like he thought richard was insulting him for thinking this might work. "come on." richard had to take a deep breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket. he had her number, right? somewhere in there. he used to have it at least. cel— celeste— celly— it took quite a little bit of search before he found it. no name on the contact. her number was saved with a few star emojis. "jesus." had he been that obvious about his crush? "fucking embarrassing." richard shook his head, placed the call. "celeste!" excitement clear in his tone when someone answered. "hey, it's me, hi, your old buddy, richard— roosevelt. richard roosevelt. i'm outside your place, you think you can let me in?"

#godsforlorn #richard dean roosevelt ╱ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 #richard dean roosevelt ╱ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ╱ 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ›› celeste

@godsforlorn sent -> tracing the outline of his lips with a fingertip {elias && laurel}

always accepting!

moments just before dawn were always the most serene. sometimes, their hands would be stained with soil, a night spent in elias' gardens putting in work. other nights, he'd be emerging from the den, where he attempts to write another novel.

on the best of nights, laurel joins him while he sits at the bayou, listening to the sleepy sounds of nightlife starting to quiet for the morning to come. graced by the presence of her that evening, despite the danger that always lurked when they strayed too far from his secluded home, elias had employed a smile while listening to her speak.

he smiled more lately. the sneaky little thing finding it's way onto his lips, snaking across a typical frown; even when alone, he'd find himself distracted, and those lips upturned to the sky without any true reason why. but the crickets were loud, and the splash of water from jumping fish consistent. a breeze rippled, and somewhere, a loud truck backfired. it was hard to hear her, and at some point, elias had leaned in. their bodies close, and his head tilted inwards. dawn, and the morning, with it's burn of the sun, was coming. but for a moment; elias forgot what it felt to have a clock strike at metaphorical midnight.

for somewhere in the middle of their perfectly normal evening, laurel had stopped talking. he'd forgotten to listen, distracted once more by the sound of her voice alone, by the sway of sandy waves in the breeze coasting the bay. and though she'd stopped speaking, he hadn't stopped staring. nor had he pulled away, close enough he could hear her heartbeat as clear as if it were in his own chest. and laurel's fingers were a warmth to his cool lips, almost inviting him in. elias reached up, gently pressing the back of her hand into a gentle kiss.

#godsforlorn #✦ ・ {{ the vampire }} elias #aaah thank you so much this one was so fun #lmk if it needs adjusting !!

@godsforlorn liked THIS for a small spooky thing x

"Nah, I'm telling you, something is up with those people, something fuckin' crazy," Kale said, inhaling the noxious smoke of his joint before he glanced back through the binoculars as subtly as a neon vacancy sign in the dark back roads in the middle of nowhere. Leaning forward, Kale drew smoke into his lungs while still holding the joint between his lips and the binoculars with both hands, watching the neighbor lady walk in a robotic manner from her vehicle into the house while her husband pounded away at the same piece of wood he'd been hammering at since before his wife had left for the store. "-- that guy has been in there hammering the same piece of wood for hours, you gotta check this shit out."