#hallowburnt

[burygods]

kinsey oliver : i think i need to sit down.

tommy nodded his head rapidly as @hallowburnt made her statement, trying to guide her to a chair or bring a chair to her. he just settled for bringing a chair to the space behind her and allowing her to take occupance on it. he had been worried about her for a while now --- the drinks flowing a little too smoothly for it to be considered social, but who was he to judge ? the teller boy had followed her outside when he saw her slip out of the club, and it was a good thing he did.

❛ ❛ do you want a bucket or somethin', babe ? ❜ ❜ tommy's hand goes to the back of her neck, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the skin there, his eyes full of concern.

[endfght]

offer had been made on more than one occasion to fly younger sister out to australia ― though her protest had come in the form of reminders of traumatic experience, of which nathan could more than understand. boats had been suggested, but the trip would be far too long (and in retrospect, equally as treacherous) for matilyn to make on her own. it became apparent to others that from a young age the two had formed an attachment to one another ; a dependence of sorts developing as life dealt them obstacle after obstacle. when matilyn had emancipated herself, it was only natural for nathan to take her in. only nineteen ⸺ barely able to take care of himself, let alone a fifteen year old girl. somehow, though, regardless of how bumpy the road seemed to be from time to time, they'd made it. it was closeness that those memories held that lent to his hesitation in making the move from the states to australia, the guardianship he felt he'd be abandoning.

❝ shit ― sorry, @hallowburnt, i wasn't even thinking. ❞ not a complete lie, nathan was simply well aware of his sister's sleep schedule ⸺ or lack thereof. immediately regretful at the sound of her voice, words slurred together in a way that he was all too familiar with. ❝ sarah took astrid to her mother's tonight and i was putting off trying to figure out what to make myself for dinner . . . then i thought i'd check in with you. but i'm an ass, i totally forgot about the time, i'm really sorry. ❞ head not his own as of late, months in and he was still adjusting to life in an entirely new place. made easier with the presence of people he loved ― a daughter that made everything feel worth it when he'd felt utterly hopeless. ❝ i'll let you get back to sleep, okay? i'll call you back when it's not two in the morning. ❞ (cont.)

[roseguidedarc]

@hallowburnt​ gets a  SEMI-PLOTTED starter !   +   ft esther/leena klammer

           𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒,  𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍  that mimics a close color to blood.   the painting, however, depicted something much more cheerful⸺after all, no one wants to adopt a child who has issue that would be a problem for them down the road.   people want a cute, interesting, but pilot little orphan girl to dote on, to love, to take care of.  all of that was exceedingly important now that her palms, arms, && parts of her face are cut up with scars from the work done on the coleman’s.  that fucking five year old && her bitch of a mother . . . at least esther, no leena,  no diana--she goes by diana now⸺can play into the  𝚂𝙾𝙱 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈  of it all.       ;      head turns at the sound of commotion in the hall, brows furrowing a little as a orphanage worker passes with a handful of children && a woman . . a woman who’s blonde, who appears to be deaf.   couldn’t be, could it ?   head turns back to the painting quickly, breath quicks, eyes widen.   max comes to mind . . they never found her body . . max && kate could believe she’s still alive.  max was too young to  𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 , right ?     (  fuck, fuck, fuck !  )

[alchemeiarchive]

it's  still  the  same  old  story,  a  fight  for  love  and  glory,  a  case  of  do  or  die.  the  world  will  always  welcome  lovers,  as  time  goes  by.  @hallowburnt​

[thecrypt-a]

𝚂𝙷𝙴      𝙸𝚂      𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇      𝐀𝐈𝐑      𝙸𝙽      𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶      𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳.

@hallowburnt      ♡

[hrtached]

@hallowburnt​  asked: “ i wanna get better . ” / dani to eric .

        with  a  bad  habit  of   talking  before  thinking ,    what  he  thought  was  an  attempt  at    lightening  the  mood    had  quickly  turned  to  an    insulting  retort     (  how  could  you  forget  the  man  you’ve  been  in  love  with  since  you  were  little ??  ) :    resulting  in  a    frustrated  daniella    spinning  away  from    visitors .    and  after  a  slap  on  his  arm  from  chrissie  and  being  dragged  into  the  next  room  for  an    explanation    by  bailey ,    eric  had  made  it  to  where  he  was    now ,    looking  more  like  a    dog  with  it’s  tail  between  it’s  legs    than  eric  hill .     knock  on  the  door  had  been    soft ,    and  even    with  it    eric  didn’t  bother  waiting  for  an  answer  before  pushing  it  open  slowly .    then  he’s  standing  in  the  doorway  with  an    ice  pack    in  one  hand  and  a    handful  of  chocolates    that  he’d  found  in  a  jar  in  the  kitchen  in  the  other .    a  moment  of  silence  passes  before  he  takes  a  step  into  the  room ,    deep  breath  pulled  in  through  his  nose  as  the  corner  of  his  mouth  turned  to  a  smile .      ❝     we  heard  the    thud    from  outside ,    thought  you  might  be  gettin’  a  l’il    sore .     ❞      shoulders  relax ,    then ,    and  he  more  comfortably  walks  into  the  room  with  his  head  tilted  to  the  side ,    both  hands  held  out  with  his    peace  offering .      ❝     i’ll  even  hold  the  ice  on  your  hand  for  ya .     ❞

        he  wouldn’t  blame  her  for    not  wanting  to  talk  to  him ,    not  right  now ,    at  least .    hell ,    he  wouldn’t  blame  her  for  wanting  to  punch  a  hole  in    him    next .    attention  moves  from  the  floor  to  the  wall  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  room ,    fresh  hole    in  the  drywall  evidence  of  the    noise    they’d  all  heard  from  the  living  room  not  even    ten  minutes  prior .      ❝     y’know  i’m  an    idiot .    i    know  i’m  an  idiot .     ❞      finally  eric  sits  next  to  her ,    sigh  exhaled  as  he  leaned  back  in  his  seat .    chocolates  set  down  in  the  empty  space  between  them ,    he  then  raises  his  hand  to  run  fingers  through  his  hair .      ❝     i’m    sorry ,    d .    i  didn’t  mean  it    like  that .     ❞      brow  raises  at  her  words ,    frown  pulling  the  corners  of  his  mouth    down .      ❝     you    will ,    i  dunno’  how    long    it’s  gonna  take ,    but  it’ll  happen .     ❞

                      ﹠﹔  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦.  —  accepting .

[soulcrsh]

blake and christa ( and tod’s uti ) . @hallowburnt

[bulltruearchive]

chris chambers died for a popeyes chicken sandwich

Near the end of the spring semester in 1968, the year when we all grew our hair long and cut classes to go to teach-ins about the war in Viet Nam, Chris went into a Chicken Delight to get a three-piece Snack Bucket. Just ahead of him, two men started arguing about which one had been first in line. One of them pulled a knife. Chris, who had always been the best of us at making peace, stepped between them and was stabbed in the throat.

a )  untrue,  he  died  for a   three-piece  snack  bucket  from  chicken  delightb )  untrue,  he  died  for  someone  else’s  chicken  sandwich,  not  even  his  own  :(