#wasforgotten

[achedabsence-blog]

          HELL  ,  IT’S  BEEN  WEEKS.  weeks  since  he’s  been  home  ,  since  he  saw  his  kids  ,  HIS  HUSBAND.  nicki  had  him  on  some  bullshit  job  ,  following  someone  around  who  ,  in  beau’s  eyes  ,  posed  NO  THREAT  to  the  man’s  operation. 

          but  now  he’s  home  ,  his  bag  falling  off  his  shoulder  as  he  kicked  the  door  shut.  tired  eyes  glance  at  the  clock  ------  ------  3:42 a.m.  AWESOME.  legs  carry  the  man  up  their  creaky  stairs  (  he  should  REALLY  fix  those  ,  )  and  to  he  and  mateo’s  bedroom.  beau  sheds  his  jacket  and  boots  ,  arms  STRETCHING  above  his  head.  ❝  didn’t  think  ya’d  still be  up  ,  ❞  he  murmurs  ,  as  he  looks  to  the  man  before  him.  ❝  why’re  ya  still  up  ?  ❞

                    @wasforgotten.

[softsmiled-blog]

                    @wasforgotten / i lov u.

          it’s been quiet for what feels like hours already ( although it must have only been a few minutes ), and rafael’s shaking foot off the edge of the couch. his head rests in mateo’s lap, hand gripping his thigh a bit tighter than he intends to. he won’t notice unless it’s pointed out. he’s nervous to bring this up, to speak his mind -- he knows violet had no trouble doing so, but they’re different as much as they are alike. as big as rafael’s mouth typically is, he’s had it kept shut about the gang. ❝ i think you need to slow down, ❞ rip it off like a band-aid, that’s what’s easiest. ❝ take a break, for once. you’re burnin’ yourself out. ❞

[withagony-blog]

                    @wasforgotten / sc.

          ❝ i TOLD YOU it was goin’ ta’ be a problem, ❞ his fingers wrap around mateo’s wrist to yank him closer, his arm wrapping tight around the man’s shoulders. beau holds him to his chest, eyes closing as he presses his lips to the other’s head. he knows his heart is beating too fast, like it’s trying to jump right out of his chest -- uneven, rapid beats that nearly take his breath away. he has to push that anxiety down, burying it in the pit of his stomach to deal with later. ❝ i fuckin’ told ya we should have just - just stayed home. ❞

[adoredher]

for @wasforgotten.

      “thanks.” it comes out forced and stiff, but david knows when to have manners, and when somebody brings back your lost kid, you’ve gotta be grateful -- even when the asshole in question is a damn criminal. “was just about to go out and start lookin’ for her. she runs off a lot. kids do.”

[vaindeceit-blog]

          ❝ i thought opposites attracted one another. ❞ he’d let himself into their home, having made no sound whatsoever until he made a point to slam a cabinet. it’s late, 2 a.m. and well into the hour, but he couldn’t care less. he stares in the direction of the stairs until he sees him approach the kitchen. bright eyes glance to mateo’s a face, a smile playing at painted lips. ❝ but you and him are very much alike. where is he, anyway ? i have a feeling he isn’t here, and he’s not where he’s supposed to be either. did he finally get too SCARED, mateo, did he run off instead of doing his job ? ❞

               @wasforgotten / starter call.

[unfortunateone-blog1]

          ❝ mateo, baby, ❞ he’s standing at the head of their kitchen table as he speaks, leaning forward so palms rest flat against the hardwood. it seems beau has not joined them this evening, giving nuka a one-on-one with a long time associate’s sweet baby brother. ❝ i ain’t here to hurt you, ain’t here to bust your ass or nothin’. i’ve known your brother a real long time, helped him a lot; known your husband’s daddy a long time, too. i’m here to help you, pretty baby, just tell me what you need. money, dope, someone killed ? what is it ? ❞

          @wasforgotten // A SURPRISE FOR U.

[journalistiq-blog]

for @wasforgotten.

      “Is she yours?”

She means the kid she’s got sitting on her lap. Charlie knows that this whole thing might come across as a little weird, but she’d heard a little kid and absolutely no sign of a parent, and she never would have forgiven herself if she got home and heard about some toddler being snatched on the news.

          “I’m not-- I don’t fucking touch kids, or anything. She was on her own.”

[starsburnt-blog]

          he sits quietly on the steps, the sound of walkers filling his ears. it’s never truly bothered him, not since being here. but glancing towards that fence, watching those they’ve taken try to wrangle them in, he wonders how far these people are willing to go to find their place. 

          now, this spot is the one of the few he’s got, a place he can go to think; hence, the reason he tenses at the sound of a door opening behind him. he doesn’t bother to turn, eyes now focused on his hands. ❝ don’t you have somethin’ better to be doing ? ❞

               @wasforgotten // sc.