#with cleo.

[natwhitehill-blog]

Nat’d texted Cleo. Once. And she may have not replied. But he knew he couldn’t take care of himself in this state on his own and if he went to his sister’s, she’d just freak out on him. So despite his friend’s silence, he was already a block away from her glorious house. Jogging up the front steps, Nat exhales, his breath visible in front of him. He knocks on the heavy door before extinguishing the cigarette he previously held between his parted lips beneath his boot. His cold fingertips reach up to tough the wounds inflicted on his face, a nasty gash splitting his eyebrow being the worst of the three major injuries. “Hey.” He mutters, as the door opens. 

@cleoatwell

[eugenmb]

@cleomabee​ envió “esmeralda” para un starter en que mi personaje esté feliz. (flashback)

“¡cleo!” el nombre de su hermana salió en un grito al haberla encontrado después de haber dado tantas vueltas por el pueblo. una sonrisa, aquella que aparecía siempre que estaba cerca de sus hermanos, hizo presencia “si supieras lo que caminé para encontrarte dejarías de esconderte tanto” comentó a modo de broma, sus ojos brillando al mirar a la menor.