#splinterxed

[lustfordxath-blog]

@splinterxed

           “fuck me,” elouise mumbles to herself as she struggles in the dark hallway to find lane’s room. they were usually at her place all the time so trying to find some stupid fucking room when she’s clutching a bottle of booze. oh. shit. lane is sober. she’s not supposed to be here. she can’t be here. doesn’t want to be the reason that lane falls back into a deep dark hole but isn’t she the black hole? she’s quick to turn around to try and get back down the stairs but runs right into ryker. “oh, really fuck me.”

[missedlcve]

why did she   ever   let keri drag her to this place? she loves keri, but she can.. tend to  alter  the truth of things a little bit just to make it sound more  alluring.  life would be a lot easier if she wasn’t so pretty.   (  -- she’s struggled with this realization since the time they were in their early teens.  )   

   keri, not so surprisingly, is nowhere to be  found.  she’s always been like that.  anne wouldn’t necessarily call her a flaky person, but she’s very...  flighty.  she doesn’t like to sit in one place, she likes to be all over. she’s the  definition  of social. and anne usually isn’t that bad herself, but tonight she’s..  off.  something’s bothering her, she can’t quite pinpoint it, so she’s found herself in the corner of the basement in a reclining chair. knees up to her chest, she looks out among the throng of people, picking apart different faces.  yeah, she doesn’t know  anyone.  ❛  jesus-- fuckin’ christmas--  ❜  spoken to herself, she  groans, pushing herself up from her seat to begin moving through the crowd. she reaches the bottom of the stairs, begins her journey up, winds up opening the door to the above floor to then make a b-line to the bathroom. long story short:  she opens the wrong door. she’s actually managed to find her way to the  bedroom, opening the door only to find two men having an exchange.  ❛  oh, shit-- my bad.  ❜  an exchange she can only assume is  illegal. but she knows the one guy, he’s the owner of the house, the one keri introduced her to when they arrived.   nah, you’re all good. -- keri’s friend?  she  was  just planning on leaving them to their business, but.. well this guy has been a  talker  from the beginning.  ❛  uh, yeah-- anne.  ❜  she notices the other  (  pretty  )  one is looking relatively  nervous.  she feels the need to reassure,  ❛  -- i, um.. was looking for the bathroom.. your-- secret’s safe with me.. and all that...  ❜

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[ofburningwaves-blog]

@splinterxed

            okay, so, she snuck out, which isn’t new but she did tell ivar where he was going and even though they’re really close and he wasn’t that fond of this idea he’s protected her trust. the big issue is who she is going to meet because every time elouise finds out that maggie has gone to see duncan she gets the same talk ‘he’s bad, he’s going to trick you,’ but they don’t know. they don’t know him like she does. “pops,” magnolia jumps up from the park bench she had been sitting on for a few minutes and gives him a small half hug before pulling away, “can you teach me more tonight?” she knows this is dangerous territory but he’s taught her so much that she’s had to be quiet about that she’s almost addicted to the adrenaline. 

[enouxment-a-blog]

@splinterxed || con’t

       Left field - that was where this came and Lane finds himself just staring momentarily at the other, his expression written in CONFUSION because were they supposed to talk about feelings? “You make it sound like the flu” And he gets it - oddly enough,  Lane understood the harshness behind the question. Emotions were this element, he himself always struggled with and having them for someone else was a thing he rarely did. His shoulders, covered in one of his oversized hoodies, paves the way for a shrug and he’ll pretend to ponder the answer - yes, no, maybe.                     “ I think, that hanging out with you isn’t annoying… but i don’t know if i’m at the point where i dream of you at night” 

            “they’re just as fuckin’ bad, feelings, as the FLU.” quin comments, huffing a little. his heart rate raises slightly as the other takes the time to pause. what if it’s a YES, the hell does he do now?? but when lane answers he feels a small wave of relief come over him, and then a small wave of sadness. SHIT, this was complicated. 

           “GOOD. hangin’ out with you’s annoying too.” he pauses, taking another drag from his cigarette. “and good that would be fuckin’ weird.”