#quarrei

[mast7r]

incorrect quote generator from @quarrei but using my fave generator

[werewo1f]

@quarrei: sender kisses top of receiver’s head.

A YEAR IN CAPTIVITY, entirely on his own aside from the distant sounds of laura in her cell or travis around the station. max had never felt such loneliness in his life, had never become quite so aware of how much the people in his life meant to him until they were taken away. he’d always been a physical guy, spent half his time wrapped up in his dads arms seeking comfort, so to be on his own in a concrete cell for so long, going through the most painful and distressing thing he’d ever experienced, was beyond difficult. getting free hadn’t been easy, and clearly neither had the nights transformations. no one was supposed to be at camp, this was supposed to be safe. he wasn’t supposed to come to with the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth.

he’d cleaned himself up, dug out whatever clothes he could from the duffel bag in the treehouse. it’s not his first choice of outfit, but it’d do. seeing his friends again after so long felt indescribable, the looks of shock and relief on their faces a momentary reprieve from the pain. that is, until he realizes that a couple of faces are missing, can see the way they all hope for their friends to return. his stomach sinks as he thinks about emma, how she’ll never come back because of him, how he has to break the news to everyone. but before he can think it through much his eyes are meeting ryan’s, all the worry in his mind quickly dropping away.

they both move quick, desperate to get to each other as if they’d never get another chance. a few seconds ago ryan probably thought max was dead, so it’s understandable. arms are around ryan in a heartbeat, clinging desperately as his face is buried in ryan’s chest. it doesn’t feel entirely safe, he’s not sure anything will ever truly feel safe again, but it feels better. it feels that little bit closer to normal. he relaxes a little, though he’s sobbing into ryan’s shirt, overwhelmed by everything and just grateful to see him again.

his sobbing only gets louder when he feels the kiss to the top of his head, such a little thing yet it means so much to him. it’s proof that this is real, that ryan’s here, that he’s safer than he’s been in a long time, that he’s cared for. he trembles in ryan’s arms, tightens his grip. he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to communicate it all. he looks up, wide tear-filled eyes meeting ryan’s, but no words come out. he wouldn’t know where to start. so his forehead falls against ryan’s chest again, a breath of relief escaping him as he accepts that he’s finally free, he can finally go home.

[hellblazing]

i’ve been up all night. i probably said some crazy stuff.

the kettle’s boiling in the background, shrouding the atmosphere in the sound of bubbling water and rattling metal from its old age. it’s with the noise that it dawns on me how few yorkshire tea bags i have left   ─   and i like to think of myself as a good host. my hospitality is often something that i personally believe should be celebrated   ─   but i’m hoping that he has forgotten that i had offered him a hot drink and opts for a tap water instead, the same way i’m pretending to forget what exactly the poor bloke was blabbering on about by giving him a shrug and a single, raised brow. this could be interesting. if not, at least he’s beguiled me enough with his idiocy to leave this conversation with a story.

“   t’be honest, mate, y’didn’t really say a lot,   ”     i ignore the click of the kettle as it finishes boiling and i take a seat opposite my guest, stretching my legs.     “   just shit about a chris hackett   ─   whoever that is.   ”

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@quarrei​​ has liked for abigail w/ ryan.

               ❝   hello…      earth   to   ryan?   ❞      abigail   is   standing   next   to   him,   but   he   doesn’t   seem   to   be   hearing   her.      it’s   TYPICAL   whenever   he’s   got   his   headphones   in.      how   he   has   had   his   phone   all   this   time…      she   has   NO   IDEA.      ❝   am   i   just   talking   to   MYSELF   here?   ❞      finally   abi   decides   to   tap   him   on   the   shoulder.      surely   he   can’t   miss   that,   right?      ❝   did   you   even   hear   a   WORD   that   i   said?   ❞