#valenlaurent

[dylaaaanxo-blog]

“Don’t you feel any guilt?”

"Every day. I’m NOT the one who should be alive. Daniel should be.” 

[ryann-jamison-blog]

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Right HERE my darling! 

[ryann-jamison-blog]

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Right HERE, my sweet!

[inscrvio-blog]

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💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death.

               Life and death and every bit in between all of that. It was a concept that Noah had become accustomed to and far too often had he come across the deceased, witnessed death, and even caused it. Even as a child, death had been a regular part of his life. From his father dying to his friends dying and even other family members, Noah had become used to the word. It was a word that for most people, held a lot of meaning but to Noah, it was just a word. It was the circle of life and eventually, everyone would die. It came as a shock to him, the kind of one that made you feel sick. VALEN LAURENT — he was a kid that Noah had grown close to over the past month or so. Noah never grew up with siblings or a plethora of cousins. He was the youngest and by the time he was born, most of the cousins he did have were far too old to play with him. And for the longest time, Noah hoped and prayed for a little brother. He always loved the idea of having someone to watch over and he longed for the day that his mother’s belly would grow plump with new life. But alas, that day never came. He was stuck with being an only child and because of that, Noah was upset with what to world gave him. It wasn’t until Noah met Valen that he even got a taste of what it meant to be an older brother. Valen was what Noah had always hoped for and he treasured each and every moment that they shared together. That was why it took such a toll on Noah when he first heard the news. A hunting accident was what they called it. A group of raiders had seen Valen as an easy target and he held his own for a while. He was a brave and valiant kid. Noah admired that about him. He admired the heart that Valen had and he saw goodness emanate from him. As Noah heard the commotion of the recently deceased Valen, all he could do was drop to his knees. There was a mix of both sadness and anger within him and he couldn’t  fathom why something like this would happen. “It’s not far,” He thought aloud. “It’s not fucking fair. He was a good kid and it’s not fucking fair,” Anger seared through his words. 

[dont--turnback]

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✖ - Age you get mistaken for:

“I’ve often been mistaken for Seventeen. People often don’t seem to believe me when I inform them of my real age. In case you were wondering it’s Twenty.”

☄ - I wish…

“For nothing. What’s the point? It’s not going to change anything. Anything that is actually changeable, I may as well just do it myself. Better then sitting around waiting or hoping for it to happen.”

✏ - Random fact about yourself.

“When the outbreak first started and I was learning how to use a gun, I shot myself in the foot with a blank. It hurt like a mother chukka.”