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omegabychoice replied to your post: on a scale of 1-shark bite ho...
((I’m guessing burning inferno because there’s both bone and thin skin.))
bone is a bitch but it's usually the parts with more muscle/skin that hurt, bc out of my foot/top of my back/forearm, my forearm hurt the most but maybe i'm weird LMAO :( cries about it
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"And how exactly did you find me here..?"
Persephone frowned, offering him a mug of hot coco. It'd been a long day it seemed and although she'd mostly just stayed home - really, what could the Omega do? She wasn't Pack, and thus was rather useless in the scheme of things. -she could see that Scott wasn't doing well. "How are you holding up, hun?"
{ how many must die to achieve peace? }
Brown peeks from where his face burrows against his folded arms, head rising languidly from its rest position. Fingers curl around the body of the mug, a ghost of a smile curving against the rim, "—thanks."
There's no use in lying.
"I've been better."
[Text] to Scott: You're a pretty boy. Don't worry, denial is the gateway to acceptance. [Text] to Scott: Not even if I bat my eyelashes and say pretty please? [Text] to Scott: Sharing is caring you little shits.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; I'm not pretty, ugh. You're terrible.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; Not even then. I look at puppies all day, Perce.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; We can't hear you over us being awesome, sorry.
[Text] to Scott: Sure thing. [Text] to Scott: Pfft, you're no fun! [Text] to Scott: I'll get you my pretty and your little packmate too~ Don't think I wont.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; I'm not pretty, I'm handsome.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; We're going to make a fort and you won't be allowed in it and we'll throw wads of paper at you if you try to get in.
[Text] to Scott: I'm at the store. Should I get a bag of marshmallows? [Text] to Scott: I can't guarantee I won't throw them at you when you're not paying attention though. :P [Text] to Scott: I mean wut.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; If you do, you should graham crackers and chocolate. We can make smores.
[TEXT TO PERCY]; See, now I got to keep an eye on you when you get home. I'm not letting you near the bag now, you sneak.
ARE WE GIVING ALEX LOVE TODAY!? IS IT THAT KINDA DAY!? :D:D:D:D:D ALEX IS PERF. HER WRITING IS AMAZINGBALLS AND IT JUST BLOWS ME AWAY WITH EVERY RESPONSE. SERIOUSLY. FUCKING. FANTASTIC. AND THE MUN HERSELF? SHE IS THE SWEETEST MOST PRECIOUS BBY EVER YOU SHOULD ALL BE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER IMMEDIATELY OKAY? AND IF I GOT MUNS GENDER WRONG I AM SORRY I AM AN ASSHOLE OKAY. LOVE YOU SEMPAI.
omfg your cuteness is showing.
you're the piece i'm missing [☾] omegabychoice
The car isn't in the driveway, a sign his mom isn't home.
[He can still feel fear lodging his throat, claws marring across hers still beneath closing lids. A ghost that kisses his thoughts while the key turns.]
Wood creeks under his trudging weight, his bag dropping onto the floor as a mindless heap beside the closing door. Silence brings palms to rub against his eyes sockets, hoping to rid of the sharp talons of guilt and extrudes a sigh, shoulders slumping with fatigue. The sleep on the bus was only a few hours of restless irises flickering beneath lids he couldn't bring to open. He's pulled from his stupor when music reaches his ears, a thudding rhythm of beats that echo in the shadows of the house, limbs tightening in aware. It's from his room, he notes as stairs grunt with his movements and holds his breath, letting fingers turn the knob quietly before peeking through the widening gap.
He doesn't expect to see a erratic heap of limbs in the middle of his room, a blur of arms and legs and hair before his voice finally works in his throat, "—Percy?"
