#shadowsforstars

[axelvalero]

@shadowsforstars​

When Axel had left the flat and made his way over to his car, dark clouds loomed overhead and a light rain was beginning to fall. It would probably pick up after a little while, as the weather network had stated that there was a chance of thundershowers later on in the day. If he had the choice, he’d rather just stay inside, but thanks to Hunter being intoxicated and hardly responsive because he was black out drunk or high off of something, he had to go pick up Shiloh. She had tried again and again to call and text him with no response, and after Axel had gotten frustrated with the phone vibrating and ringing on repeat, even after throwing a cushion at Hunter to try to wake him up, he’d given up and checked the screen himself only to discover that Shiloh was needing Hunter’s help yet again. A few minutes later, Axel was bringing his car to a stop in front of Shiloh’s apartment. He knew where she lived only because he’d gone with Hunter to drop her off last time. Which door he would have to go to once he got inside to let her know he’d arrived in Hunter’s place, however, he didn’t know. Luckily for him, that wouldn’t be a problem since he had spotted her sitting outside the doors in the rain. Again, she wasn’t wearing any shoes and was in only her socks and sleepwear. At the realization, Axel frowned, confused by why this had happened yet again. This was just strange, considering she wasn’t homeless and clearly had a place to stay and keep her stuff. Both times he’d seen her now, she’d been outside without proper clothing and had been asking for help. Something didn’t quite seem right, and he couldn’t tell if it was to do with her or just whatever her situation was.

Getting out of the car, Axel made his way up to the front doors and stopped in front of Shiloh. Upon closer inspection, he was able to notice that it looked like she’d been crying. Her running makeup could’ve just been caused by the rain, but her eyes were a little red and puffy and she looked a bit on edge too, as if something had scared her. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked, a tone of concern behind his words while he knelt down to be more at her level. His leather jacket was promptly removed and draped over the brunette’s shoulders. She looked quite cold out here in nothing but pajamas.

“Why are you out here in the rain?” If she’d been waiting for Hunter, why wait outside where she would just end up cold and wet? And where was her bag of things to stay over? “Hunter was passed out so I came to get you instead. If you wanna grab your stuff, I’ll drive you.” If Shiloh decided she wanted to talk about it with him, that was fine. And if she wanted to wait for Hunter to sober the fuck up before talking to him about it, that was fine too. Either way, he was going to take her back to his place.

[narcotlcs]

@shadowsforstars​

After a long day of hunting and preparing to go exploring in another newly discovered cave, the group had retired back to the house they’d built. Come the morning, they would gather only the stuff required to head on into the cave. They’d learned their lesson the first time they went in unprepared, as the whole thing had been a constant panic and stronger enemies lurked in the depths. Sleep wasn’t coming easy to Felix, who lay wide awake while listening to the steady sound of the waves and the rain pelting against the rooftop. He was used to smoking weed before going to sleep, and he was trying to adjust to not having it.

After a few more minutes had passed, the tattooed blond pulled himself out of his bed, rounding the logs that had walled off the sleeping area, and then proceeded to leave his room and head outside. He only planned on staying on the front steps to avoid getting soaked by the rain, but when he heard the sound of crying, he ventured down a little further to inspect. At first he became worried that a cannibal had found its way over, but that wouldn’t make sense. They didn’t seem smart enough to use ziplines and they sure as hell wouldn’t swim the shark-infested waters to get over here. It was Shiloh who had been crying, the tiny brunette sitting beneath the foundation and against the rocks. He didn’t know what she was doing out here, but he figured it was to avoid having anyone hear her.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Felix asked, his tall form ducking under the foundation to come kneel down in front of Shiloh. He hated when people asked are you okay? when they saw someone crying, because to him it was just a stupid question. If they were crying, obviously something was wrong, whether it was irrational or not. She didn’t look like she was hurt, at least. Felix guessed it was just this whole island situation. Being stranded on an island filled with cannibals and mutants was enough to overwhelm anyone and bring them to tears. “I’m not real good at consoling people, and my advice is sometimes shit, but uh...I can listen. If you want me to,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders.

[axelvalero]

@shadowsforstars​

Struggling to make ends meet, Axel had been talking to one of his buddies about wanting to find a roommate to help him pay the rent, although it had only briefly been brought up in conversation and wasn’t focused on too heavily. It was only a few weeks later, however, that he got a message notifying him that he had a friend who knew a guy that was interested in renting. After getting into contact with him through social media and exchanging numbers, Axel was sold on letting the guy room with him. He didn’t seem half bad, and it beat settling for rooming with some asshole who would be constantly up in his business. Hunter was from the same general crowd as him, so it worked out.

Axel couldn’t be there for the time he moved in, but he’d been sure to leave him instructions about the key through email. It was a few hours later that he had returned to the apartment and opened the door to see his new roommate, Hunter, sitting on the couch in the living room. It appeared as though he’d managed to put away all of his stuff, which wouldn’t have proved to be a difficult task since Axel didn’t own all that much to begin with. The place wasn’t well decorated at all, but maybe with the two of them, it would look a little more lived in. Cat was curled up next to Hunter on the couch, his paws over his face while he slept soundly. No, he still didn’t technically own the animal, but he wasn’t about to just leave him behind at the last place he’d stayed. Ever since that day he’d jumped through the window that Axel had left open, he’d stuck around.

“Hello, new roommate.” Axel spoke up as he shut the door behind him. “I see you’ve met Cat.” He sure was a snuggly little thing, and super chill too. He was the kind of cat that you could pick up and move around and he would just let it happen. “Before you ask, yes, he’s a cat named Cat. I’m aware it’s a shit name,” he continued, taking a moment to bend down and take off his boots before he made his way over towards the couch and plopped down on the opposite end. He wasn’t planning on properly introducing himself since they’d already met through email, and really, he just wanted to skip the formalities. “You got plans for the night?”

[narcotlcs]

@shadowsforstars​ starter for Juliet

In the background, Felix could hear the chattering and laughter of his friends gradually fading as he walked deeper into the forest. Beneath the night sky, they’d been sitting in a clearing with a fire burning brightly before them as they drank and got high off of weed. Soon, shrooms would be thrown into the mix for whoever wanted it. Felix had spotted them growing in the forest before, and one just had to know where to look for them and be able to properly identify them. He’d informed the small group that he would return with them shortly before wandering off, a bag held in his hands while he searched for the magic mushrooms. In his other hand, he held his phone and turned the flashlight on to enable him to both watch where he was walking and better spot the mushrooms. To ensure he didn’t get lost in the process, he made sure not to stray too far from the path.

A few minutes later, Felix came to a halt when he noticed a silhouette of a woman, illuminated only by the pale moonlight. She was in the process of removing her shirt and if it wasn’t for the fact that Felix didn’t see anyone else around, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it. After all, there were many reasons why people would decide to strip in a forest. Spontaneous sex, skinny dipping in a body of water, doing it on a dare. The list went on. Undressing all alone in the middle of the night, on the other hand, was a little weird and unheard of. Such places were known to be intimidating when the night had fallen, shrouding the area in shadow and turning a beautiful, full forest into a twisted maze. It was rare to see people venturing in on their own. “Hey,” he called out, thus allowing his presence to be known to the woman. The last thing he wanted to do was startle her and cause her to panic, and so he stopped walking when he was a few feet away from her.

“I’m sure you have a legitimate reason for what you’re doing, and it’s chill if you wanna tell me to fuck off and mind my own business, but uh, are you alright?” Felix asked, his gaze once again scanning the area to see if he could spot someone else nearby. From the looks of it, it was just the two of them and whatever harmless wildlife was lurking nearby. “The hell are you doing alone in a forest in the middle of the night?” Even though murders weren’t uncommon here, there’d been news of a slew of especially gruesome deaths that had taken place around town and near the forest on more than one occasion now. It was still heavily under investigation, but lurking around all alone at night wasn’t exactly the wisest idea.

[narcotlcs]

@shadowsforstars​ sent: “You’re never leaving me.” (From Phoenix)

     Time after time, Felix and Phoenix had broken up. There were many nights, especially when alcohol was involved, that ended with angry words thrown at each other before one of them had enough and ended up storming out. Usually, that one would be Phoenix, but he was also guilty of pushing her away due to his abandonment issues that brought on self destructive behaviors. Both of them had deep rooted issues that ended up clashing, and together they were a perfect recipe for disaster. Despite the obvious toxicity of it, they always made up and tried again. And for a while everything would be fine. They’d put their rose tinted glasses on until the cycle repeated itself and they went through it all over again.

     Sitting beside Phoenix, who he’d given one of his sweaters to wear while they were outside his trailer house, he passed the blunt they’d been smoking over to her and fell silent for a moment to process her words. You’re never leaving me. They’d again just made up over a fight they’d recently gotten into, and it had Felix thinking back to when it all seemed so perfect. Every relationship started off that way in the beginning, and even when everything seemed to be falling apart between them, it was something they both so desperately seemed to cling to and not want to let go of. They loved each other, he knew that much. It was just a matter of if they were actually good for each other.

     “I’m not leaving you, it’s just...” Felix began with a sigh, pausing to think carefully on his words. He didn’t want to end up saying the wrong thing and setting Phoenix off again when he knew she was in an especially fragile state of mind. The weed would at least help with chilling her out.

     “This shit gets fuckin’ old,” he continued, his arm wrapping around Phoenix’s slender waist and pulling her a little closer against his side. “Don’t freak out. Just listen, okay?” There was another brief pause, just to make sure she wasn’t going to jump the gun and freak out. “Can you picture us together five, ten years down the road if this is what keeps happening? The constant back and forth?”

[portectorisms-a]

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Tired bones had longed for the sweet comfort of the floor in the house he had only technically lived in on and off. In truth, the Marines kept him fit. Kept him going. Kept his mind busy when he didn't have down time and this last one? He didn't really have much to complain about. She was different than any girl he had ever wrote to in the past. Then again, he didn't really write or text anyone aside from his sister when he was overseas. Going dark for dangerous missions tended to put a damper in anything that spelled out commitment. Not to mention, Bellamy was absolutely terrible at it. He didn't know the first thing of letting someone get close to him. How could he? All he could do growing up was protect Octavia. Keep her hidden. Make sure their mother didn't lose her mind on the young girl again. Bellamy would give anything for his sister, but this girl? Her letters weren't bad and he didn't mind the feeling of company it seemed to give him. Though, the photos that sat buried in his bag had been a different story. If they weren't sent through a text, he kept them hidden away so the others, if he had been assigned with others, could see them. She was beautiful. Breathtakingly, so. Her body matched that of what he had always imagined Aphrodite's to look like and those photos definitely seemed to keep his loneliness at bay on nights when the wind picked up and the blankets didn't do it for warmth. A part of him wanted to hear her voice, to know how she sounded when he said his name. Hell, he had just wanted to know who the fuck she was or how she had found him.

The airplane ride had been enough of an adventure for a day and when it had landed and he was able to head inside, bag sitting heavy over a shoulder, he looks to the people standing for their loved ones and friends and much to his surprise, there's a pink haired vixen standing there. Lucky. He'd have recognize her anywhere with that pink hair and those doe eyes. He draws a breath, unsure how this interaction is going to go but, he's also a little curious, maybe a little egotistical, considering how much of her he's seen in photos. "Not exactly the person I was expecting." He laughs a little, free hand raising to run fingers through onyx locks of hair as he stops in front of her. "Here I was, thinking O would be the one here. You must be the infamous Lucky who's been writing and sending me all those photos, yeah?" There's a smirk that crawls over his worn lips as hazelnut gaze connects with hers. Hey, at least she's attractive and who knows, maybe she's just as fun as she was in all the messages. "You wanna go grab some coffee or food?"

[portectorisms-a]

@shadowsforstars​ said: “ I waited for you. ” 𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 here.

     Cannibals had proven to be a different breed than what books and movies had actually portrayed them to be. They were stronger, smarter, and more able to think with clear minds despite what literature had spoken of. Bellamy had been on this island long enough to realize that the starving ones didn’t give a fuck and the ones that weren’t were more tactical. They stood back and studied them. Watched their movements to be more understanding of these intruders upon their lands that have come in to harvest their trees, farm their animals and eat their berries. In truth, it wasn’t planned but the cannibals hadn’t known that. These were just people who came upon their shores when a plane went down over head. Bellamy mentally shakes the thoughts as he finishes places the cannibal body on the makeshift fire he had thrown together. He needed to be quick in his movements in order to survive on his own in the dark woods. It was dangerous to be out here like he was, knowing that these hunters can climb trees and stalk them from above. Heartbeat races in his chest, hazelnut gaze constantly shifting around the trees as he expects and ambush at best. He knows to never let his guard down. After all, it’s just like being on the battlefield. He never was alone, that much he was vastly aware of.

There had been one more thing to be thankful for upon this foreign land, his mind had been so busy with the cannibals, with building their base full of rooms and spaces for them to stay, that he hadn’t had the time for much sleep, nor the nightmares that normally came with sleep most nights. Which, he happened to be thankful for. Felix hadn’t witnessed that trauma that plagued Bellamy’s past and probably his future. No reason to explain what was happening inside of his head or why the screams would come. Though, he knew his luck would run out. All the death that surrounded him. All the the bloodshed. His mind shifts, throwing him back to the sound of gunfire as it fills his ears. He sees their bodies, laid out before him on the forest, no, the desert below his boots. He crouches down, grasping Henry in his arms. Don’t leave me. The words are as if they’re being spoken directly to him. They fill his ears, as if Henry is back in his grasp and Bellamy’s hands are reaching for him, but coming up with air. “I won’t.” He hears his own voice echo in the trees. He wouldn’t. It repeats, like a mantra, and Bellamy pushes himself to his feet.

The memory is guiding him, leading his feet forward. Henry. Embege, Monroe. He had all made the promise to them on the battlefield and had failed each one. Their blood sits thick upon his hands as he wonders to each of them. His mind forcing him to believe he’s in the desert, not realizing this is the forest. He’s on the island, not the battlefield. This wasn’t war. This wasn’t peace either. “I waited for you.” He knows that voice. That soft sound that fills his ears and disrupts the memory that’s entrapped him. Shiloh. Why was she in the desert with him? The gun fire drawing closer and he pushes back away from her. No. If he wasn’t near her, she wouldn’t be in trouble. She wouldn’t. He could keep her safe. He won’t let her die. His back hits a tree and he collapses against it. If he gives up, he’s easy pray to the other soldiers and Shiloh can get away. “Run. Get the fuck out. Don’t stay here, they’ll get you.” He pleads with her, hoping she can hear him in this state of mind. “Please, just go. Don’t wait for me. I can’t take them. Go!”