‘ you made all of this yourself ? ’ her fingers ghost over one metal surface after the other, looking upon it all with a sense of wonder. how nice it must be, she thinks, to be able to create such things. ‘ it’s incredible. ’
@wreneh / sc !

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‘ you made all of this yourself ? ’ her fingers ghost over one metal surface after the other, looking upon it all with a sense of wonder. how nice it must be, she thinks, to be able to create such things. ‘ it’s incredible. ’
@wreneh / sc !
@wreneh, gets A Soft starter
“ here. ” august hums, leaning over to shyly press the gift into wrench’s hands. work gloves. stolen, decent quality. “ supposed to be heavy duty or somethin’? i, um, thought they’d keep you safe. ”
@wreneh said: “ come on, slowpoke. ” // meme.
The bobby pin flexes slightly between the pads of her fingers as she angles it, feeling for the teeth to part as she slides further in the lock. It’s when Wrench pipes up that one of the tumblers drop sharp against the edge of the pin. She scoffs, something sharp and agitated.
“It’d be easier without you breathing over my neck, you know.”
@wreneh: ‘ good morning, sleepyhead. ‘
good morning / good night, accepting
he remains curled beneath the heavy jacket, cheek pillowed against wrench’s arm. voice dazed and gummy from sleep: “ who, me? ”
(his jaw pops with a yawn. when the cobwebs finally clear, realization hits.)
“ yo! ” head raises. brows furrow. he wrestles out of his makeshift blanket. a grouchy demand: “ why’d you let me fall asleep? ”
@wreneh: 💪 >:)
pick up august, accepting
(memories flicker to life: slick, rain-soaked streets. tugging wrench by the hand. let’s go, homie! then, seeing stars and stumbling backwards.)
a violent flinch and his eyes snap open midway. “ shit. ” he grunts, surprised to find himself being carried. wrench looks worried. scared, even. so unlike his usual beaming, rowdy self.
august tries twisting around in his arms. pain funnels through his head and chills spike his feverish skin. he groans. today’s officially garbage. “ homie? i don’t feel good. ”
hi this is random but i really love liv's characterization ! i love her chaotic energy and i love the life that your writing and dialogue brings to her ! she's definitely an enjoyable oc to have on the dash
i love the You,
@wreneh : “ i wish i had your power. ” superpowered muse asks!!
livvy shakes her head; “ you really don’t. ” is the first thing she thinks to say. it just slips out and she wonders if the fire knows how afraid she is of it, if it’s a living and hungry thing like she sometimes thinks it is. “ i don’t- i don’t have a good handle on it. it doesn’t like to listen. ” a pause. “ you don’t want it. ”
@wreneh said : " matching blindfolds! i mean, i can't really tell, but it's the thought that counts, right, pal? "
❝ couldn’t really tell you either , bud. ❞