Jun 28, 2016
@lenscrafted || starter call
SANCTUARY isn’t anything in this state, not that florida had been any different from what he remembers. at one point, there had been a BARN he’d found solace in— that didn’t last. now it’s forced into being his dorm room— that didn’t last.
he opens his door to a goddamn WRECK. caught red handed, there’s caulfield, going through his shit. an invasion of privacy in every sense of the word, caught red fucking handed. instill the panic and spark the dread, nathan glances around the room while fingers tighten on the handle of his door.
❛ what the FUCK do you think you’re DOING? ❜
