#noblehigh

[serenitysought]

“you can trust me.” just like a pillow soft prompts . 

❝      why   wouldn’t   i   ??      ❞   paul   says   as   he   lifts   a   hand   to   his   lover’s   beard   letting   his   fingers   twirl   the   long   strands   in   between   them   .   they   sit   facing   each   other   on   the   mattress   in   nothing   but   a   tangled   mess   of   sheets   .   here   they   are   safe   and   without   worry   with   nothing   to   do   but   bask   in   the   presence   of   the   other   .      in   these   walls   ,   nothing   else   matters   ,   but   brian   is   CONCERNED      .   it’s   written   all   over   his   face   .      

❝   i   wouldn’t   be   here   if   i   didn’t   .   to   let   anyone   close   in   this   world   you   HAVE   to   be   able   to   trust   them   .   ❞   he   uses   his   grip   in   the   beard   to   pull   him   in   gently   ,   meeting   him   half   way   to   press   a   kiss   to   his   lips   and   allows   his   other   hand   to   slip   into   tangled   blond   locks   .   ❝      where   is   this   coming   from   .      are   you   worried   about   tomorrow   ??   ❞   not   an   easy   day   for   anyone   involved   but   these   things   do   need   to   happen   .   

/ /  @noblehigh​

[painmade]

plotted starter for @noblehigh !!

THESE DAYS, IT doesn’t take much to send Jesse spiraling into a blind rage of some kind. Something as simple as being unable to tie a shoe can result in a hole in the wall or a broken lamp, so it’s really no surprise that he’s as furious as he is; what’s surprising, though, is how much it fucking hurts. He can feel it deep in his chest, an aching like when he’d lost Jane, but Brian isn’t fucking dead. He’s standing right in front of him. And he’s telling Jesse that he doesn’t mean anything to him. 

Brian may as well be fucking dead, then. 

     “I cannot fucking believe this.” 

He can, really, because it just seems to keep happening to him. He gives his heart to someone like an idiot, and they decide to toss it aside and step on it, and then he has to learn to live without that piece of him. He doesn’t have anymore left to give, though. He’d given it all this time. Like an idiot. 

     “So, what, I was just a good blowjob for you? Huh? A free fuck?”

Jesse’s eyes are iced over with malice and he steps forward to shove Brian hard, stepping forward again to shove him a second time, not allowing him to gain his footing back in between. He spits on the ground. 

      “I should’ve fucking known. I should’ve fucking known--” 

At this point he seems to be more upset at himself than anyone else, but it doesn’t stop him from grabbing Brian by the collar and hoisting him up with surprising ease, his feet just barely dangling onto the ground. Jesse’s so furious that he’s shaking, jaw set and teeth bared. 

     “What, your daddy tell you it ain’t manly to suck cock? Ain’t you tired of wearin’ that mask? Huh?”

[hisflaws-a2]

@noblehigh​​​​​​​   :   🔫  take a bullet for my muse

somehow  the  boys  are  in  a  compromising  position  again.   at  this  point  it  seems  like  danger  actively  seeks  them  out  . . .  and  maybe  that  assumption  isn’t  entirely  wrong.   bad  luck  is  something  max  always  had  to  deal  with  ;  just  look  at  his  track  record  ----  shitty  family  life,  a  multitude  of  heartbreaks,  getting  stabbed  in  prison.   the  list  is  endless  and  often  max  wonders  who  the  fuck  did  he  piss  off  to  get  such  a  shitty  end  of  the  stick?   but  it  pains  him  with  guilt  knowing  that  he’s  dragged  his  best  friend  down  with  him.   brian  doesn’t  need  to  be  wrapped  up  in  this  mess  too.

sadly,  it’s  too  late.   he  is  already  in  max’s  peripheral  vision,  crouching  behind  a  rusted  dumpster.   he’s  tempted  to  shoot  his  friend  a  look,  to  silently  eye  him  and  tell  him  to  get  the  fuck  out  of  here  and  whatever  you  think  you’re  gonna  do  . . .  don’t.   but  max  doesn’t  have  that  luxury.   he  can’t  pull  his  focus  from  the  other  that’s  staring  directly  at  him,  eyes  barely  visible  past  the  barrel  of  the  gun  that  gently  glistens  against  the  moonlight.   nervously,  he  inspires.   breath  is  shaky  as  chest  rises  with  a  bit  of  anguish.   if  this  is  how  he’s  gonna  die  then  that  sucks  . . .  but  hopefully  it  will  be  painless.

he  can  hear  the  gun  being  cocked.   its  sound  echos  through  the  stillness  of  the  night,  brings  a  chill  to  his  bones  and  makes  the  hairs  on  every  inch  of  his  body  erect.   quivering  lips  disappear  into  his  mouth.   jaw  is  tense  and  max  does  his  best  to  ignore  the  way  his  legs  tremble.   it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  now.   minutes  maybe,  hopefully  only  seconds,  until  he  can  finally  settle  into  an  eternal  quiet.   perhaps  it  will  be  more  peaceful  wherever  he  goes  next  or  if  there  is  no  elsewhere,  maybe  this  will  finally  be  the  rest  he’s  desired  for  so  long.   the  slumber  that  he  has  actively  sought  out  for  years.   whatever  the  case,  max  isn’t  scared.   he  was  ----  when  he  realized  what  was  about  to  happen,  he  was  scared.   but  not  anymore.   funny  how  perception  can  change  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.

sharp  inhale  elevates  his  chest,  breath  being  held  as  eyes  close.   he’s  bracing  himself  for  impact.   the  loud  crack  of  the  gun’s  discharge  sends  a  shockwave  through  his  system.   body  tenses  ----  where  is  the  bullet?   immediately  his  eyelids  peel  open  when  he  hears  a  thud,  feels  the  earth  shake  beneath  his  feet.   “  NO!  ”   eyes  are  wide  and  knees  crash  into  the  ground.   he  can  see  the  culprit  run  away  and  max  simply  doesn’t  have  the  will  to  chase  after  him.   the  sight  before  him  is  truly  something  to  behold.   his  best  friend  is  now  being  cradled  in  his  arms.   the  palm  of  his  hand  moves  to  apply  pressure  to  the  hole  in  his  chest.   “  you  motherfucker!  ”   blood  begins  to  seep  through  the  spaces  between  his  fingers,  staining  his  hands  a  familiar  crimson.   “  are  you  stupid??   why  would  you  do  that,  you  fucking  fuck?!  ”

at  some  point  tears  must’ve  formed  in  his  eyes  because  he  can  feel  them  falling  from  his  face.   he  can  see  them  mixing  with  the  blood  that’s  now  on  his  hand,  momentarily  cleansing  small  spots  to  bear  circles  of  his  olive  colored  skin  only  for  it  to  be  riddled  with  red  again.   “  hey,  man  ----  stay  with  me!  ”   can  this  happen  . . .  can  people  like  brian  die?   max  isn’t  entirely  sure,  but  he  doesn’t  wanna  wait  around  to  find  out.   max  can’t  handle  another  death,  especially  not  like  this.   “  BRIAN,  YOU  IDIOT  -----  ”   free  hand  is  connecting  with  the  side  of  his  best  friend’s  face,  attempting  to  keep  him  coherent  as  his  mind  tries  to  calculate  what  to  do.   “  ----  fucking  stay  with  me!  ”

[harlequinnofhate]

❛ Hey, handsome! I might pay yer drink tonight. Whatcha say, huh? ❜

@noblehigh​

[hisflaws-a]

        “  go ahead,   KEEP YELLING----  that’s how you’re gonna get us k i l l e d.  ” 

░ ❚ ░ ❙ ░ ❚ ░ ❙ ░  @noblehigh​  //  starter call

[coincount]

@noblehigh​ said: 💬

              “So, what? You’ve been living in denial all these years?”    A part of her doesn’t know how to approach any of this. A part of her’s still stuck in Salt Lake, a part of her’s strewn across the floor with the blood stains that no one was able to get out after they dragged away the bodies. (The alarm blares loudly in her ears every fucking night. The stuttered red lights that she sprints into, the echo of heavy footsteps against the floor, Owen, dad, fuck.)

Those they couldn’t find bodies for were presumed dead. There’d been people mourned for with nothing but a pendant and an empty cot to show for it. But this is her trying to make things right -- trekking through empty states and poorly-defended settlements to Jackson, Wyoming. Jackson. Some old Fireflies had heard Joel’s brother’d set up out there, and it hadn’t taken her long to get a backpack and a group together with a gun and a plan. This is just an added complication. Fuck this.

           “Congrats on the life, by the way. Really, uh. Cosy.”

[blissflower]

@noblehigh​

               “Have you even thought about what it is that you’re doing?”         The senseless killing, ploughing their way through her region like it’s nothing. She stands now, amongst her flowers, a mere hallucination. A side effect from standing too close.            “You don’t understand. These flowers help people. Why are you trying to destroy it?”

[tcmbstoned]

@noblehigh | —  BRIAN.

❝ BABE, I ACCIDENTALLY BROKE the lamp again. ❞  it was the third time that week, the bulb SHATTERING into a thousand little pieces all over the bed and the floor. xander is currently STUCK on the mattress, not wanting to move a muscle. if he did, he most likely would be pulling little shards out of his flesh for WEEKS.  ❝ --- help? ❞