#thread: flynn

[swtdisasters]

starter for @utterxdesires

Anyone in their right mind would flench at the sound of a gun echoing off the empty walls. Anyone in their right mind would cower over a dead body. And anyone in their right mind would feel fear creep over their body as the man holding the gun reemerged from the solitary room. But Lux was far from her right mind and the man with the gun was anything but scary in her mind. “You know, it’s really rude to play with them like toys”, she teased, drawing her legs up and over the arm rest of his chair. She made herself at home in his seat, a smirk practically etched into her features, and the knife balancing between her fingers carefully. Blue eyes took in the man, under appreciated by his family but full of potential from what she saw.  Potential that was igniting something inside her as it always did. “But color me impressed, Flynn.”

[fleetingshadow-blog1]

+ @wanderiingstars // his bones are heavy. his shoulders have always been broad, but never strong enough to hold this. they were never built for this sort of loss, for this GRIEF. and he misses her, god, he misses her. he’s sluggish, dragging himself across the camp, a mostly empty whiskey bottle trailing behind him. he should stop, he NEEDS to turn around, but the alcohol ( and self-destructive tendencies ) are all propelling him forward. he’s banging on her door, loudly, for all of naercey to hear. he’s saying something too, and it’s getting louder and louder. someone stop him, please. “open up lake, please baby, open up.” he can hear her on the other side of it, he swears he can. emotion is coursing through him like a wildfire, uncontrollable and ignited by liquor. “ DAMN IT LAKE, OPEN THE DOOR. ”