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                     ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ                    ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ         ᴘʀᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ.                  ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴ     ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴀʏ ʟᴏsᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ                                  ʏᴏᴜ [ indie Camden Lahey rp blog from Teen Wolf. NSFW and triggering content. Read about before interaction ]

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Chances are my activity is gonna suck up until the 10th of April cause that's what my dissertation is due :( <3

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Brothers in Arms.

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Anguish and frustration battled for domination then, the emotions playing across his face as he shook his head minutely, wishing that he had more control over his mind and body at this moment, but he was simply in too much excruciating pain. Part of him wanted to tell his brother everything, to tell him how his father had hurt him, how Cam’s absence had robbed him of his only friend…but that would have meant hurting his brother, and destroying the good image the other male had of their father. And the pity…he didn’t think he could cope with the pity that he would see in his brothers’ eyes at the confession.

"Trust…you…" He murmured then, eyes fluttering shut so that blonde lashes swept across his angular cheekbones, pasty white skin coated in a glossy sheen of sweat, as well as a swathe of itching bandages. "Missed you, Cam." He added on then, grimacing as the other male pulled back, hating how he’d flinched at the touch. But it was a habit of his now, like the cat expecting the dog on the street to chase him; Isaac expected all and any physical contact to end with pain and bruises. Except Allison.

"No…friend…but not himself…" He shook his head then, trying his hardest to get the words out right, enough that his brother could contemplate just how innocent Stiles was. But that would result in him having to spill everything when he was better, and he didn’t have any inkling whatsoever to how his brother might react. "No…dad hurts. Hospital records…tired and hurts?" He mumbled then, sleep and agony tugging at him then, slowly coercing consciousness to take control of him then, his body going limp as he finally drifted off.

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        "Thankyou." Thanking his brother for trusting him? Maybe it seemed weird but Camden needed to hear it. Needed to hear that after all this time there was still some hope of a relationship between them. That there was something to be salvaged even if he had been dead and Isaac was appearing to die. "I missed you too, so much." Even though there was a smile on his face, he wasn't feeling anything of the like inside. His grip tightened a little more on his brother's fingers, sharp blue eyes trying to work out what he was trying to say but other than flinching away from him and yet saying he trusted him? He knew it was not wise too listen too closely since Isaac had no idea what he was saying.         Proven further by the rest of his words. "Isaac? Dad hurts..? Isaac, you know dad doesn't hurt anymore, he's.. well he's..." He couldn't say it, Camden actually couldn't get the words out and then Isaac's lids closed and his brother slipped back into the realm of sleep with a calm heartbeat. Camden watched him for a while, just watching the rise and fall of his chest and the softness of his breath. Alive but hurting. Camden lasted a little while before leaning back in his seat.          Then the tears came and building and spilling over, tracing uneven paths over Camden's face. His shoulders shook, forcing himself to be quiet, a hand rising to his mouth to catch any sounds of distress. All those times he had thought he was protecting people and this is what he came back to. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, the distress rolling out of him in fat tears but eventually the flow slowed and he was able to swallow down his emotions and tuck himself into the chair to once again wait for his baby brother to wake once more.

[xlostsoldier]

Ahh I wasn't here yesterday I do apologise I've been doing a lot of uni work and spending time on Bucky but I am working slowly on replies so please don't feel forgotten! <3

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PLEASE HELP! IF YOU CAN <3

My lack of activity is due to the fact I’m writing a dissertation on Cosplay. Yep it’s not really an academic area of study and is often seen as childish/ridiculous/a waste of time WHICH is why i’m doing my dissertation on it to prove that in fact it is neither of those things. SO IF YOU ARE A COSPLAYER or happen to know anyone that Cosplays (doesn’t matter if you do it every day or once a year) and are willing to be interviewed then please get in touch! The interview will be Ethnographic so it will literally just be a chat between you and me with a few guiding questions to cover the area’s I need. Please come and talk to me and help me prove to all the stuffy academics and prune nosed idiots that Cosplay is much more than ‘childish’ or ‘wasting time’, that it’s art and an escape and a way to meet people! So if you Cosplay and are willing to be interviewed come send me a message and we can work something out! <3 Bucky says you should come yep.

[xlostsoldier]

-laughs because months ago a dissertation on Cosplay sounded like a good idea-

[xlostsoldier]

There's a big war on both my TW dashes and it's making my muses flee so I'm gonna spend some time on Bucky if you wanna follow. Hit me up and we can try and plot something <3

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Brothers in Arms.

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It was then that Isaac became aware of just how much Camden didn’t know; how much had happened in his absence. For one thing, Isaac had grown up and was no longer his scrawny, pale little brother, shadowing his every move and idolising him to the point of obsession. Upon being told that his favourite person in the world had died, Isaac had retreated into himself, cutting himself off from the few friends he’d had and focused solely on himself. Before long, of course, it became a fight for survival and perfecting the art of covering his injuries and the lies that followed. And on top of that, there was the recent revelations of everything that occurred in Beacon Hills, as well as Isaac’s recent status as a newly turned werewolf. And Allison.

So long in his own thoughts, he never noticed Camden rummaging for the tissues and he flinched violently at the contact, before trying to remind himself that the male before him was his brother, not his father. Closing his eyes and leaning into the touch, the tears continued to fall - this time out of relief, rather than fear.

"N-no…not Stiles…" He protested, his barely lucid mind controlling his mind then, rendering it so that he wasn’t entirely aware of the words spilling from his lips. "Dad…hurt me. Records… in hospital." He grunted out hoarsely, before returning the squeeze, marvelling over how their hands were nearly the same size now, when before, his own had been so much smaller.

[xlostsoldier]

        He'd come back to a world tipped upside down and twisted around until there was nothing left to recognise. On the plane home the soldier had feared that he would be the one that didn't fit, that he would be the one to stand out and cause the confusion and the pain but slowly he say that it was useless to think such things because the home he had come back to was long gone. It was leaving a hollowness within his chest that he had no idea how to fill and the worst moment was when Isaac flinched so violently at his touch.         Camden didn't mean any harm and it broke his heart to see his brother like this, tearing down the walls of self control he had so careful built on the decade long flight home. "I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured, a sad smile taking place as he sank back into the chair. He'd left him though and that must have hurt. He'd died and that would have topped the lot. In fact Camden had already hurt Isaac and his words were useless, never mind the images he knew were painted of the war.         "Stiles? Isaac whose Stiles... did he do this to you?" Camden leaned forward, his tone changing to spmething more formal born of a soldier trained in extraction before he realised and was quick to change it. He didn't understand what Isaac was trying to say but he was trying to. He wanted to know everything, wanted to understand what had put his brother here and why he looked so haunted. "Isaac... maybe you should rest some more? We have all the time in the world to talk."

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            Two and a half years.             Two and a half years of brutality and pain and it was to end here, hanging from a hook bleeding to death. What a way for a United States marine to go. Except... Camden wasn't on the hook anymore. No, he remembered vaguely managing to reach up and grab the beam, haul himself off the metal and collapse to bleed to death on the ground. Two and a half years of being beaten and broken, forced to do things that would make most men hang themselves and Camden probably would have if he had the chance. But he didn't and now he was here bleeding to--             No...             He was moving. That's right. Someone had found him. Taken him from where he'd fallen and of course his first instinct was that the men had found him again and decided the punishment wasn't enough, that there was going to be more. He couldn't barely breath; each movement causing a number of bones to grind and shift. His left left shattered, dangling limply over the arm of whoever was carrying him, one of his eyes swollen shut from a shattered eye socket; too much too count and too much blood to breathe through. It was a crimson world that he saw through half lidded eyes, murmured that didn't sound English and then he was placed down and the sound of an engine filled his ears.             It was the first hint he had that maybe he wasn't about to land back in the hands of insurgents. Yet the hope that he would ever see a friendly face had been stamped out long ago and Camden was no longer in the hopes that his hell was over. The pain and injury to his body was enough for him to silently plead for death. Every jolt of the vehicle sending torrents of pain through his broken frame, every breath like razors tearing into his lungs. And then it was over. The vehicle came to a stop, he heard yells from people, accents that tugged weakly at something deeply buried inside him but he was too exhausted.             Too content to just lay there, dying, in the back of a truck belonging to the farmer that had discovered his body in his barn, that had recognised the insignia he had on his ribcage and brought him to the nearest American army base and was now arguing with a soldier at the check point.

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This means you are legal in the US and won’t have anyone else arrested for smutting with you if that is so.

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[akingshowl]

   ”Oh yes, Isaac and I have been dating for awhile now, my bed is always warm with him.” Derek smirked, tongue running along his lips. He could have a bit of fun, teasing the male. “He has a pretty firm grip..” He chuckled, arms crossed along his chest. His chin held high, cocky grin. “Well now he is unique, and..” Shit how does one explain this? “Your brother..” Hmm.. “I really think we should sit down and get that burger..” He sighed, hands running along his face. Yes okay he was hungry and his stomach kept growling; which was kind of embarrassing. But he had no idea how to explain this or how Isaac was going to live. 

   ”I just think, if you are seated, and maybe have some alcohol in you; You would take all this better.” Yeah that worked, though he didn’t want to get him drunk maybe tipsy. “It’s about your brother, and how your dad died..” He would just sound crazy again, this guy didn’t have some open mind. 

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        "Dude, dude I don't wanna know." If Derek and his brother really were... together, he didn't need to know all the details about what his brother was like in bed. That, nope not even a war could prepare him to hear information like that. He shook his head quickly and wrinkled his nose before frowning. "Have you any idea how creepy you sound calling my sixteen year old brother unique?" It brought the twitch of a smile though, a semblance of relaxation before he frowned. "You're like a dog with a bone about that burger," he muttered and yet there was confusion. Isaac was lying seriously injured in hospital and Derek wanted to keep him away for longer?         What if he died, or worse what if something happened and someone else signed off on it and killed his brother or refused him revival. Then he heard Derek's stomach and it made him smirk a little. "You want to what, get me drunk? Don't you know it's a bad idea to get recently returned soldier's drunk because half the time they get confused, think they're still fighting for their life and end up shooting someone?" No, of course Derek wouldn't know assuming he had no military background of any sort and he frowned once more, having to take a few steps away to avoid a puddle.           "First you threaten to break my legs and now you want to give me counselling?" Maybe they should stop for a burger just to get this guy to stop going on and on.

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     ”Yeah, I do.”            He should be somewhat static for his beta. Older dead brother comes home? No Scotts hellah confused.                  ”They said you died, he said you were dead. But how —- are you alive?”

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          He could only suspect that 'presumed dead' had translated down the line as fully dead and thus many were treating Camden like a ghost. His only hope being that Isaac was a little more willing to believe that he was alive.                "Yeah it's--... a long story. Isaac... how do you know him? School?"

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[seasonalsentinel]

     Eric couldn’t help the relief he felt upon seeing the smile ease it’s way across Camden’s features, a sign that he was at least alright. It didn’t stop the concern worming it’s way in his stomach, and the many flickers of doubt about this entire situation. But there was no denying, the more he looked at the man in front of him, the more he took in the little mannerisms and subtle body language…it was Camden. When you spent as long with somebody as he had with Camden and the rest of his squadron…You just learned it. Read signs that others would probably miss, learned to trust your instincts when it came to them.

     That was how he noticed the slights signs of discomfort, the ones that had him suggesting they head outside. Open spaces had always been…better when he’d returned home. Spent so many days on the roof just breathing in air that wasn’t acrid with sand or tinged with gunpowder. The sort of air that clogged his lungs and left him breathless at just the thought of it.

     Pale eyes briefly drifted to the office for a second, fighting back the shiver that threatened to drift down his spine at the sight. Instead favouring the simple action of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing fingers to briefly drift through his hair.

     Eric’s gaze was trained on Camden as he walked a few steps forward, out of reach if he was guessing for a reason. The words had his thought process pausing for just a second, trying to weigh up his response before figuring his gut wasn’t going to lead him wrong. Not with Camden.

     ”You really think I’d blame you? I know you, Cam. You wouldn’t just…do something like this because you wanted to.”

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        You learned things, over time. Living that close, that secure with people you began to learn and memories their quirks and marks and things that made them... well, them. Camden had long since began to forget those things thought. With each beating there was another piece of him stripped away. With each fight there was another part pulverised from existence. With each violation of his body and soul came broke another memory from his mind. What he soldier had clung to was so faded, so dormant he didn't think there was much left of himself to be recognised. But Parrish did.         Parrish seemed to recognise him deeper than his face and watching him was like drinking from a stream after months of being parched. His face, his eyes, the way he moved and even the way he spoke was all reminding Camden of times they had had together, things he knew but had forgotten. Not that he would mention it of course, he didn't want to get into anything too deep and Parrish's words were enough to bring a smile back onto his face and re-take those distancing steps because no, they weren't strangers.         "You know me, always trying to get out of the heavy lifting." A joke, he was joking. He didn't ever want anyone to think he'd hand a hand in his disappearance or apparent death. Now that they were face to face however, Camden realised that he may not have been the only one to die that day. It had been a big explosion and he knew himself that losing a team mate was... a pain you couldn't breathe through. "I uhm... it's been..." A long time, how was that hard to say? Talk, say anything, don't leave the silence to build.         "I missed you. All of you. I wasn't... really expecting to see you here actually so I'm a little... thrown? It's good to see you though I mean, I always worried you wouldn't make it home.."