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@solobyduality

by this point, sam has had 3 shots straight, on an empty stomach in a room filled with everyone he’d rather didn’t see him drunk, but when jude leans over and asks his question, sam just bursts into a fit of giggles, using his hands to cover his face. “oh my god, um, shit, ummmm,” he pauses, forcing himself to focus on the answer, starts biting his fingernail and staring, wide-eyed, around the table. he takes a breath. “solo, my main man, i’m sorry. if i gotta be in pain, you gotta be in pain,” he cracks up laughing but then covers his mouth real quick. “oh shit, was i not supposed to say anything about it?”

[desmondbeaumont-blog]

"Help me understand."

Deep Ass Starters [X]

Desmond lets out a shaky breath as his eyes dart from the moon to his fingers, watching them tremble as he tries to collect himself. His chest feels too tight and his vision swims the more he struggles to breathe. He doesn’t know why he just can’t seem to stop feeling this way lately, like his world is falling apart. It all started after that night, but Des still couldn’t piece it all together.

“How can I do that when I don’t understand myself?” He asks raggedly. “I don’t understand anything anymore.” Like the way he can just wish for light and it appears from his hands or why he can’t stop having nightmares.

[sum-yama-blog]

an honest man

@solobyduality

sum had read her book and she had made the mistake of only bringing one (1) novel on holiday with her so now when she finished meditating in the morning she found herself sat in the kitchen just waiting for everyone else to come down for breakfast. she was always up at the crack of dawn no matter how late she’d gone to sleep the night before, her mother said it was because her name was almost sun, she refused to miss a minute of daylight. she thought she was probably just a bit weird. when she heard approaching footsteps she looked up and was glad to see solo walking through the door. she knew half of the group far better than the other half and solo was part of the latter group. she cemented it in herself to make herself spend more time with him. “hey!” she said brightly. “the coffee is hot, if you like coffee.” 

she took a sip of her own mug before continuing, far too chirpy for a morning as ever. “it’s good to see you on a quiet moment, i feel like this holiday has been a hectic one, how are you?”

[artisticfade]

be careful making wishes in the dark

@solobyduality

it’s not that sam is overly sensitive about sleeping in new places, he’s just not good at it. he can do it just fine, given the right circumstances, but lately finding good dreams is like hunting for them in a field filled with nightmares. normal nights are getting more and more scarce while the terrors are getting worse—not that sam can say anything to anyone about it. he’s a guy, and despite his dramatic nature, he still has too much pride to really divulge secrets about his psyche like that. he doesn’t want the others to worry about him or think he’s a freak, any more than they already do.

but it’s hard to hide away when he’s thrashing around in his bed, images of destruction and war in his head; solo losing his mind in process of reading everyone else’s, des becoming the sun and blinding everyone who looks at him, nola driving everyone insane with horrific illusions, and imogen rearranging the very fabric of the whole planet around them. he can feel his atoms disassociating and he’s screaming, screaming, screaming. he is nothing, he is no one, he has no defense and no offense—nothing but the searing void to stare into, grasping at the edges of time.

[sum-yama-blog]

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