#remiwarnertfc

[zane-sinclair-blog]

“Got anything less... strong than the last time? I ended up with a sore ass and a lot of puke on my shirt.”

@remiwarnertfc

[rosaliestorm]

“So, would you be opposed to helping me put a few different pieces of furniture together? I’ll supply you with beer, food, and gold. And, you could bring those things that make nightmares go away. I have money for that now, too.”

@remiwarnertfc

[rosaliestorm]

FIX YOU ||

Rosalie couldn’t help the confused look on her face. Apartment? He lived in a house? And what did he have to tell her? Was he an undercover agent? Was he going to murder her? Was he moving away? Were they not really friends? 

That had to be it. 

But, she brushed it off, nodding and following until they both got into his car and took off towards a very different part of town. Definitely not Summerlin. Not even Henderson, where he’d taken her before. Biting her nails nervously, a million (most likely negative) thoughts ran through her head. He had begun to open his door to get out, and she asked, “Do you want me to wait here while you do whatever you gotta do?” When he shook his head no, she got out, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt, fearful doe eyes taking in her surroundings.

Rushing over towards the sidewalk, she stood far enough that maybe it didn’t look like she was afraid, but still close enough that she felt safe. “What’re we doing here? I’m not like scared, but I just haven’t told anyone some stuff, and I mean, it’s...” Nervous chatter. She caught herself this time, and she stopped, letting him answer her instead of continuing on.

[rosaliestorm]

remiwarnertfc replied to your post: would u ever do the succ?? have u ever DONE the...

The fuckin’ what?

You know... the succ.

Before you’re intimate with your partner, you should... make sure he’s... prepared. Um, with your mouth. I, uh, think you can assume what I mean from there? 

[rosaliestorm]

Heart of Glass || Remi & Rosalie

It was probably reckless and stupid, two words that seemed to fit perfectly in Rosalie’s word cloud of personality descriptives, but honestly? What could he do to her that was worse than what had already been done that morning? Kill her? She’d welcome it, with the mood she was in. Hit her? She was just use to it. Besides, if his father was truly the same as hers, she doubted he’d want to follow in those footsteps. “Yeah. We better go.” She held onto the hug for maybe a second longer before letting go, brushing her hair from her face. She wasn’t typically a hugger - they terrified her more often than not, but there was a sort of camaraderie in understanding abuse, and it gave her a short feeling of security and vulnerability. 

She looked around, wondering where they’d go exactly. “You said you take the subway, right? Those are... underground? Are they safe?” She’d never taken one before, and she wasn’t opposed - just nervous. She took steps in the direction he had been heading before she’d caught up to him, looking down at the cracks in the sidewalk, mulling over a few thoughts in her head, “Are you afraid your father will find you ever?”

[remiwarner]

Blue And Yellow // Self-Para

"And it's all in how you mix the two / and it starts just where the light exists"

Remi closed his eyes, extending a hand, and with fumbling fingers located the volume button on the radio on the table, turning it up. The thrum of his pulse made it feel like his entire body was alive without his permission, though vacant, like his soul had left it. His eyes fell open, and there it was. The ceiling.

"It's a feeling that you cannot miss / and it burns a hole through everyone that feels it"

It was white. Remi knew that it was white, because that's the way it looked in the mornings, when daylight illuminated his apartment without him having to switch on any lights. It looked yellow now, in the glow of the light-bulbs, nothing but black outside of his windows. There was a crack. Or was there? Remi covered his face with his arm, feeling nauseous.

"You're never gonna find it if you're looking for it / won't come your way, yeah"

Remi got up out of the couch, almost falling once, crashing into a table, something glass falling to the floor and smashing with a loud crash that sang like wind-chimes as he made his way towards the bathroom.

"Well, you'll never find it / if you're looking for it"

His knees hurt as they met the porcelain floor with a figurative crash, Remi's entire body rippling as he heaved over the toilet bowl, remains of too little food and too much alcohol and some stomach acid being violently emptied out of him.

"Should've done something, but I've done it enough / by the way your hands were shaking..."

The floor was cold against his cheek, and his eyes were closed again.

"And you never would have thought in the end / how amazing it feels just to live again"

The sound of the radio was fading. Or maybe it was just his consciousness. Why was he lying on the floor of the bathroom?

"It's a feeling that you cannot miss"

And more importantly, if he was lying still, why was everything spinning?

"And it burns a hole through anyone that feels it"

Repeat.