#riotcut

[arsnista]

〔    ⟡   *   @riotcut.       ◞     〕

he  falls  back  wordlessly  beside  the  other,           slouching  over  with  fatigue,           bruised  fingers  carding  through  his  own  tousled  hair.                (             needless  to  say  he’s  had  a   bad  day,          but  then  again,           that’s  typical  of  him.             )               flask  is  tipped  back,           bitter  drink  washing  down  his  throat  before  the  object  is  offered  off  to  the  side,              voice  rough  with  tire.            ❛             ----          y’want  some        ?           ❜

[starlapsed-a-blog]

                ❛ — thats ophiuchus ... ❜       says the boy with A GRIN, arm stretched up above his head; fingers twisting,    as if THEY MIGHT spin the stars ...   only what was predicted to be a might,    is a MAYBE, and that maybe is truly a yes ... for the stars move; the shape of ophiuchus coming to life,  to move amongst the other constellations;         with DANCE, animated by amber hues. 

       &&. @riotcut kenny mc’ kennster kennithly wanted a starter.

[fuegajo-blog]

spells f-a-m @ w/ fire :/

F A M. COME AT ME.

[wartrained]

new  rome  remains  detached  from  him,   like  a  part  of  the  house  he  never  goes  to.  the  promise  of  safety  /  longevity.          survive  the  endless  ocean  of  peril  after  being  broken  again  and  again  by  the  relentless  waves  and  a  new  world  will  be  given  to  you.   there  you  will  age  and  prosper,    free  from  the  dangers  that  tormented  the  entirety  of  your  life  at  last.        it  remains  an  idea  in  his  head  ——  utopian  ;  a  dream  he  does  not  desire.    his  hands  dig  deep  in  his  pockets,  his  feet  toying  /  nudging  pebbles  they  come  across.   he  does  not  meet  the  gaze  of  anyone  they  pass  by,    stranger  or  not.  alive  or  dead.  maybe  coming  to  new  rome  with  the  centurion  was  a  bad  idea.  should've  stayed  in  the  barracks.            ❛    veni,  vidi,  volo  in  domum  redire. ❜

@riotcut

[trepiidations]

i remember the fear in your eyes.

         ‘badlands’ starters

gut twists with the feeling of panic ; run, turn around and don’t look back.  ( you don’t have to hide anymore. you’re neil. ) the feelings of needing to run, having to hide suffocate him but the small quiet voice at the back of his mind reminds him he’s safe. no more running. but vague words like those set him off.

         ❝  i have a pretty shitty memory and don’t remember  y o u.  ❞  

[trepiidations]

☆ ☆ ☆  @riotcut  ☆ ☆ ☆

 ❝  ---you’re talking but i can’t seem to make sense of what you’re saying. ❞  could be the lack of sleep or the rather cultivated disdain towards people - neil can never tell.  ❝  repeat ?   ❞  lips press in a thin line and he lets his attention fall on the stranger; he’s got nothing to do anyway.

[marypoots-a]

♗ hi

*  : //   MEME.

[didright-blog]

riotcut replied to your post:riotcut replied to your post:drunk text: omg f you...

what kind of fRIEND ARE U

THE KIND WHO ISNT GONNA SUPPLY U WITH MORE VODKA WHEN UR PARALETIC