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+4 are in Bardo
"I still can't believe it...I should have been closer to her like the other day at the school...."
He doesn't remember the collapsing, passing out. He only knows what is now and that's him coming to with Lydia clinging to him; crying, screaming. He doesn't care how much pain he's in or how cold he is, he's wrapping his arms around her instantly. "Lydia, what's wrong? Talk to me, what happened?"
wailingximmunity replied to your post:wailingximmunity replied to your post:lmao my...
[i was going to rp from that fandom but you’re right, there’s no rp-ers and it makes me want to cry. but there will be when the movie comes out. :P]
yesss. it's a dead dash 24/7 but totally agree with you omg. once the trailer comes out, i'm guessing more rpers will appear.
wailingximmunity replied to your post:lmao my Brenda indie rp blog still lives
[you have a brenda???]
yasss (x)
Let Me Fall || wailingximmunity
He remembers the day where he just walked up to Lydia Martin in class, to ask her out, as if it could have been that easy. He'd been so proud of himself and his mother had been too, no matter the outcome. Then, he remembers that his mother wasn't there to be proud of him anymore and it all starts up again. The feeling of air leaving his lungs, like he couldn't breathe, but in all honesty, he didn't want to.
It was months later after asking the girl out that it'd happened, that his mother died from her battle with Dementia. All the hyperness just drained from the energetic boy and even his best friend Scott couldn't get him to say much, even though he'd never left his side.
He's now staring at a plate full of food that his father had handed him, as if Stiles had the stomach to eat any of it and his friend was standing next to him, trying to cheer him up-- just trying to talk to him. However, Stiles didn't want to talk. Stiles didn't want to play. Stiles didn't want to have company or be at his house right now, where everyone gathered for his mother's wake.
He doesn't even remember a time where half of these people even said a word to the woman who raised him. It was all just strangers in a crowded room and it was getting to be too much for him. Even if his father, Scott and Melissa were there with him, he felt incredibly alone.
"Scott, can you stop talking so much? I don't want to talk to anyone, you know this."
That was the first time he'd ever basically told Scott to shut up, he'd always been the one to continue with the conversation, but he didn't have it in him anymore. He just wasn't Stiles.
"I don't want to be in this stupid house, either. I want everyone to just leave me alone."
He hears the doorbell ringing again as his father gives him a concerned look while walking towards the front door, but Stiles doesn't wait to see who it is, he just turns around to put the plate on the table and then, runs the opposite way to the backyard.
I want the K.
14: Kiss Along the Hips
Rafeal usually did things like this to make up for hitting her. He would leave light kisses across the skin, most of the times on her bruises. Usually the little kisses would calm her down, make her more relaxed.
Except, when he wanted something, like sex, then he would leave the little kisses on her hips, and stomach, and thighs.
He could convince her that they should have sex to help her feel better. Most of the times, she did feel better, or so he could see, while other times she just remained sore.
So, right now, as he kissed along her hips lightly, his lips almost like ghost as they floated across the skin. His hands moved along her thighs, wanting to see if she wants to do anything or not.
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SEND ME A ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIVE YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT
Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy
So you're gone and I am haunted,
And I bet you are just fine,
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out, of my life?
