#spitfireprodigy

[oneflewoverthepidgeysnest]

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For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore.

It was Thanksgiving, a time for families to come together and cherish each other (mostly) while eating good food. So why was Hazel working at Cafe Le Nah on such a day, and, why was someone eating by themselves in the restaurant? Well, then again, why was he the only one working right now? He quickly fixed himself a plate and sat next to the lonesome patron and smiled.

“Happy Thanksgiving, here’s to us, huh?”

[meowth-and-slowpoke]

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

Love for Autumn is...someone who can see her. So many people just see the uniform that she becomes really attached to those who see the person underneath. Love is being able to trust that person and keeping them close. And being able to sit together in the same room doing different things and being content. She really doesn’t ask for much. She mainly wants a friend...

[meowth-and-slowpoke]

“I feel so sick… I just want all of this to end.” (LANCE AND KRIS FUCK E UP SIDEWAYS)

“Don’t say that!” Autumn snapped, tears filling her eyes.

She’d been trying, really trying, to fight them for so long. They had caught it early. They had been able to do treatment. But they had somehow grossly underestimated it. Lance hadn’t even begun to lose hair yet and yet he was miserable. She knew he was. She could see it every time he had to get up and get in the car for treatment.

Was it selfish of her to want him to go every time?

“Don’t say that?” She said again, now clinging to his hands. Her knees buckled, and she found herself crumpling to the floor, her breaths ragged hiccups as she tried so hard o hold back the wail that was threatening to overcome her. But he was being strong and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t be too. “You can’t say that. It’s not funny!”

She was about to stand when she found his arms around her, cradling her right there on the floor. She swallowed, not needing to look at him to know that he was hurting just as much as she was. Probably more. But this wasn’t fair! All she wanted was him and her kids and her family. She couldn’t do this without him. He had to get better. He had to fight. Didn’t he? She’d been there for him. She’d been strong for him. He had to! She couldn’t do this alone. He couldn’t make her do this alone!

“I’m sorry…” She finally sobbed, burying her face in his chest, clinging to him. “I’m sorry. I just want you. I know I’m being selfish. I know you probably hate me for it. But…but…I just want you to get better. I need you to…What am I supposed to do if you don’t? I can’t do this alone!”

She wiped her eyes, finally meeting his gaze. Her lip quivered all over again as she reached up, cupping his cheek. It was too cold. Too clammy. And already she decided she hated the universe for this.

“Fine. It’s alright if you don’t want treatment anymore just…Just don’t say things like that…”

[anelegantmyth]

spitfireprodigy replied to your post:( ˘ ³˘)♥ (-slides in- B) )

“Not…really..I think I’m gonna just go- sorry Cyn..yeah.”

“Yes, good. Back to work with you.”

[anelegantmyth]

( ˘ ³˘)♥ (-slides in- B) )

“Uhm...hm...goodness Flint. What...why? Are you drunk?”