#ofreturns

[ofreturns]

heLLO

[acxrned]

“I’m not looking down on you. Except literally.”

    @ofreturns    |   SMOL  +  TOL  STARTERS 

    ❛      HAR  HAR  .   ❜     the  sound  dripping  with  poison ,  as  he  leans  against  the  wall .  one  day  his  brother  will  eat  his  damn  words .  ❛  you  think  it’s  funny  now  ?    just  wait  til  you  turn  eighty ,  and  i’ll  be  in  the  prime  of  my  fucking   life .  we’ll  see  who  gets  the  last  laugh . ❜   he  lunges  for  it ,  his  brother’s  collar ,   taking   advantage   of   klaus   being   caught   unaware   to   yank  him  forward  .  their  faces  are  inches  apart . 

                                  five  is  terrifying .  and  he  makes  sure  everyone  knows  it . 

                           ❛   you  better  pray  they  don’t  end  up  sticking  you  in  a  wheelchair ,  because  i  will                              be  pushing  that   wheelchair  down  the  NEAREST  CLIFF .  time’s  ticking ,  old  man  .   ❜

[ofreturns]

dont tell my tag

my achy breaky tag

[h6rror]

"Ben, jesus christ!" Klaus shouts, still bound to the chair, covered, now, in his own blood along with some of his captors'. How they managed to escape is beyond him, but from the day of torture, he figures they probably know a thing or two about fighting. What he's more concerned about, though, is Ben. "There were two of them–– you could have gotten yourself killed! What the hell were you thinking?" How long has it been since Ben used his powers? What if it had gone completely south?

ben isn’t concerned with himself. ( truth be told, he never is. especially when his siblings are in trouble ). but -- he has the decency to look mildly abashed all the same.   ❝ if they’d been more of an issue, ❞   a pause. shrug.   ❝ i mean, we woulda been fine, klaus. ❞   ben squats down before his brother, carefully taking off the tape that binds him to the chair, uncertain how true his statement is. would they have been fine? would he have been able to control his monsters if he let loose? a sniff. he shoves the dark thoughts aside, leaning back on his heels.       ❝ but we’re not talking about me. are you okay? ❞

@ofreturns // yell at ben for almost dying.

[needsmedic]

/ @ofreturns

“ ‘dya got anything to smoke?”

[abjecterrora]

‘ it’s gin o’clock. ’

       “it’s too early for gin.”  tegan takes a sip of their beer (something imported, but the name escapes them).  they aren’t going to stop him, however.  tegan squints, followed by another swig of beer.  “i’m not a gin person, anyway.  can’t stop you from drinking it, though.”  there’s a shrug.  they really have nothing else to say.

wasteland, baby! / @ofreturns

[acxrned]

klaus gasps, fingers delicately flying to his lips when he sees five collapsed–– no... crumpled–– on the ground. it seems impossible–– five, out of all of them, seemed so untouchable. he had survived so much, and all for them. how cruel to take his life away, a life that was so hard-won. he kneels beside his unmoving brother, carefully tucking the boy's bangs out of his eyes. he looks so young, now, and somehow peaceful. klaus swallows thickly before he speaks. "you just––" (1/2)

     w  h  a t  the  

[needsmedic]

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

/ @ofreturns

“That was amazingly adorable.... but you know what happens when you mention THE MOON in this house.”