#sollitarius

[mortuiis-archive-blog]

"Hey Alex, are you on your rag?" He's only asking because of reasons.

[cxvetous2]

sollitarius:

❝ F-For what? ❞

"I dunno yet but I'm sure I'll thinka somethin' eventually."

[mortuiis-archive-blog]

"Alex! Check out my sweet fucking cast"

[mournus]

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35 - “Your legs must be tired, you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

Seth grinned upon seeing her, running forward it wasn’t too long before he had her in his arms, picking her up off the ground and spinning her. A squeal could be heard emitting from Alexis’ lips before a giggle and Seth set her down.

Meeting her lips Seth’s eyes fluttered close happily. Hands on her waist pulling her closer toward his torso. As if that was even possible.

Breaking the kiss the reaper remained near, forehead pressed against hers- though the amount he had to bend down felt like it shouldn’t even be possible.

"How are your legs?" he teased.

"W-what?" she questions, hands fumbling around the back of his neck.

"Your legs- they must be tired, you’ve been running through my mind all day." he laughed before kissing her again. 

[tailofacoin-archive-blog]

              The sun no longer shines down on humanity.                The only light to exist is artificial, and it                b  l  e  e  d  s across the tarmac like false hope                and tarnished hypocrisy. Loud shouts                accompany the synthetic glow, hopeless cries                into the forever night.

                              He’s been running for what feels like years.                                His legs ache something awful, and he’s sure                                he’s covered in blood ( a mixture of both his and                                someone else’s ). Carson got lost in the scuffle,                                his brother ripped from him like some kind of                                terrible nightmare. Before the riots, he could have                                handled this. Before the riots, he didn’t have to                                 worry about never finding his brother again. 

A building goes up in flames as he slides down the wall. He thinks he’s lost them, now, and he’s too tired to care  if he hasn’t. The fire lights the sky, pours smoke towards  the stars like prayers. He’s never believed in any higher  power, but now he’s talking to them all.

                                     ”Help me,” he whispers,                                         voice rough and broken.                                                                                  “Please.”

[cosmicisms-archive-blog]

     ❝I think --- I think... Oh, fuck it.      I know that you're beautiful.❞