#putrefactiion

[bizarreauhavre]

Carved wooden figure of a dead man in an advanced state of decay in a coffin, Italian, c. 1500 - 1600. 

[oc-arts]

Putrefato

[shefought-a]

                          “ ━━ parker, what are you doing here, ... are you alright ?” an all so familiar face greeted her in the middle of the night. he looked AWFUL and not even the gloomy light could hide it. although val had sworn to herself to be at least a bit annoyed at him GHOSTING her the past few weeks, worry shove away everything; and his puppy eyes could melt her either way. HE WAS ALIVE  ( and didn’t abandoned her ). she quickly gestured into her apartment and pulled him into her arms without further discussion. “god, you ... you look awful.” val scrunched her nose a second later and rested her chin against his chest, looking up at parker. “and you smell.” she chuckled however and petted his chest; releasing him out of her embrace. “come on, you tell me what the hell happened to you and i’ll let you in a nice, warm bath.”      /     @putrefactiion​

[timetbl]

“ you look so sad, so much sad ━does the sea make you sad too? ” looking at mopey faces made ghost boy as stricken with his own brand of melancholy, figure featherlight for he had nothing for others to touch and a body melted away by the hunger of the ocean and those of it dwelling down below ; he’d observe, like a mirage would, he’d hope for his lips and his voice to reach for someone when he knew it was so hard, almost impossible. who would ever notice him, when the sea was so loud all the time and covered away his sheer little voice? who would ever look at him, when to his back there was a vastness so might that would catch any eye? the few who did ━they ran away, called him akin to some illusion, unreal, but he felt real... which meant he was, wasn’t he? “ sometimes the sea likes to make me think no one can hear me ━makes me feel lonely. ”

@putrefactiion liked !

[rosecrowns-blog1]

〔   ━  continued from here.  @putrefactiion​  〕

         CONCERN was still written all over his face; dangerously close of storming out and fighting everyone who let this happen. it only stirred the hatred against this club sitting directly across the street. 

        eyes wandered briefly over her shaken body, not quite knowing HOW he could comfort harley more than letting her rest here until she was comfortable enough to leave. however chris’ face rapidly softened at her words and he immediately shook his head in disagreement. harley wasn’t a BURDEN  (  and she’d never be  ━  the bar would always be open to her ). his hand touched her shoulder carefully; once again making sure that she wasn’t dramatically hurt. if she’d only TELL him who it has been, chris would hunt him down in one night. creature of the night or not. he’d regret hurting harley.

         swirling a chair around to sit across the woman, chris crossed his arms loosely above the backrest. fingers fidgeting with the rings around them. “it’s okay, don’t worry about that. you’re always welcomed here.” the blond man assured with a little smile, which faded ever so quickly. “do you want me to take you to the hospital ? maybe they should check up on your wrist.” index finger pointed at the bloody wound as his other hand pulled out a clean cloth, which he offered her. for a second his eyes were practically glued to the abnormal looking wound. it didn’t look like a regular wound from a fight.

         taking in a deep and audible breath, chris brushed through the gelled back hair and moved his look back into harley’s face. “either way i’m not going to LEAVE you alone tonight. i can take you home too, if you want to. you can stay here, of course until we close. just tell me, okay ?”

[shefought-a]

SNAPPED !  parker  ainsworth and valeria castillo.  @putrefactiion

[ragedsculs]

        '  okay , so ... this is probably going to be weird but ...  ’    conner rubs the nape of his neck , the nervousness bubbling in his stomach.   ‘  but i’m ... looking for op ---  ’   he stops himself.   ‘  actually never mind !  i can’t do it , i’m sorry for wasting your time.   ’

❤  / @putrefactiion​

[bcnnenuit-arch]

( wake up, @putrefactiion !! )

                   how SHE ended up taking care of the boy was beyond her. the others thought it funny, some thought it’d be a good opportunity for her to get to know the stranger better, even when she hadn’t been the one to bring him in.

see, it wasn’t riri who found him outside their dorm. it was sumi who quickly ushered him in, deciding it’d be good for her to help him out, and all the girls flocked to see what the commotion was about. the younger girls were weirded out but quickly volunteered to help at first. that is until literally all of them in the house realized they had important business to attend to and oddly enough, the blogger had none. it was pretty ironic, too, that the only girl that had spent most of her life being cared and pampered by others was now the person that had to take care of this boy.

his clothes are already a little wet from the shower water splashing against the tub, the girl keeping herself an arm’s length away. “that’s-- no, that’s not it.” she waited a few seconds, hoping he’d quickly learn from her, but impatience lead her to doing it herself, hands rubbing shampoo into his hair as she made him hold the shower head. “this is how you wash your hair.”