I will take comfort in my pain

"Kill the munies son." When your whole life is gone, what do you do then?

[xpurifierx]

fordoing:

Kevin hesitated, but Lance’s smile was so warm and comforting. What just panged in the pit of his stomach was now dissipating, no longer roiling. He bit his lip as the adrenaline that just peaked floated down like a feather. Maybe I’m getting soft, he thought to himself. I shouldn’t have come to this school. “What’s a laugh?” Kevin asked dryly, but then his lips parted and teeth shone for a moment as he smiled.

Instinctively, he looked down at his feet, back at the lemonade spilling out of the paper cup onto the grass. “Yuh came outta nowhere, so… I think ya owe me a drink.” He looked back into the other’s brown eyes, wanting to get lost in them. He almost had to scowl to counterbalance the sweetness he felt in him, but Lance’s smile and voice had always been so tempting and contagious. “Hey uh, what’re… festivities?”

Lance grinned lopsidedly at the other boy. “My, my, Kevin Ford, did I just hear you crack a joke? Incredible.” He was tempted to throw his arm around him, but he forced himself back as he reminded himself of Kev’s powers.Instead he slipped the hand not holding his cup of whatever Julian had given him into his jeans pocket. 

He felt the corner of his mouth stretch into a wider grin as he answered, “I can get you a drink, no sweat.” He nodded his head towards the direction of Julian’s hidden cooler. “C’mon then.” he started walking, keeping pace with the other mutant. “Are you serious though? About the festivities thing. And I thought I was pent up.” He let out a soft chuckle, amazed that he had managed to find someone with less life experience than himself. After his years of being a Purifier, he didn’t have much of an idea of normal life- especially when it came to what young people did. “This. A party, carnival, happy occasions. Loud ocasions.” 

His eyes rested on Kev for a moment before he finally ventured, “So, uh, for a drink... You want innocent or not so much?” His lips parted as he watched him, his eyes flicking to his lips before back to his eyes. Quickly, he ducked his head so his eyes fixed on the ground instead.

[ravensreyes]

Bob Morley - Lost in the White City (2014)

[ravensreyes]

Bob Morley - Lost in the White City (2014)

[weresirens]

young god // halsey

[xpurifierx]

davidfranc-paintthefuture:

David smiled, reaching out and shaking his hand a bit more firmly than was normal. “David. And no worries, you wouldn’t have met me. New as of yesterday. Though… I don’t suspect I’ll be getting out much either. Maybe you could show me the ‘not getting out much’ areas of this place.” They smiled, then looked down and noticed they were still shaking his hand through that whole explanation. Awkwardly, their eyes went wide and they dropped it

Lance gave a small smile. “Of course. Well, you know, I’d be happy to be one of your first friends around here. I know what it’s like to be... Well, new I guess. I’m fairly recent to join myself.”

[xpurifierx]

the-incredible-nightcrawler:

Kurt had somehow gotten it into his head that going to a carnival might be good for him. But now that he was here he realized that he had made a huge mistake. There were tons of people here. And tons of people meant possibly running into them. He could only hide his blue fur if no one disrupted his holoprojector. He ducked beside a both and prepared to port away when a voice made him flinch a little. He glanced at the speaker and saw a man holding a gun and his heart stopped for a moment. He swallowed and shook his head lightly. “Um, no thanks. I’m not really good at, shooting things. Guns, make me nervous.”

Lance immediately set it aside. “Sorry about that then.” He watched the boy for a moment, hesitantly. “I’m Lance by the way. I know that... Well, guns aren’t really... Typically they’re pretty shitty for mutants.” No one knew that better than him. “Are you a student here too?”

[demcter]

Yet he will continue to sing, in the stadium crowded with the already dead who raise their eyeless faces to listen to him; while the red flowers grow up and splatter open against the walls.

Orpheus, Margaret Atwood

[chrishemsworht]

every character I love - Bellamy Blake ↳ “Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things.”

[bellarkegifsdaily]

(insp)

[lena-luthor]

insp.

[dailymorley]

[elyzas-archive]

[xpurifierx]

organic-steel:

Piotr let out a hearty laugh at the offer. He really had no use for guns so he wasn’t the most skilled with them. He’d probably have an easier time throwing a tree at the booth instead. “No, no, you keep shooting, friend. I do not think I would be able to hit the target like you.”

Lance smiled softly, setting the gun aside. “I had practice,” he said quietly, a dark tone in his voice as he remembered. He shoved the thought away, turning back to the boy. “I’m Lance, by the way.”

[xpurifierx]

davidfranc-paintthefuture:

David was wandering about the grounds of the carnival, a bit aimless. It was a good first time to be exposed to this whole new environment and new people who were… hopefully more like them. Still, there were random bursts of impressive displays about the area, one of which was a shooting stand. 

They eyed the gun curiously as it was lifted up to them, “What? Oh… I’ve never shot one before. Definitely not as skilled as that.” She said, gesturing to the targets.

Lance glanced at it. “Ah, well. I can teach you. If you want.” He offered a small smile before setting it down and holding his hand out to them. “I’m Lance,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around before. but I don’t get out much either.”

[xpurifierx]

witherdboy:

Xavier had allowed a small allowance for most of the kids without work-study jobs, and Kevin was forever grateful. He loitered near the corn-dog stand, wanting desperately to get a taste of some sour-sweet lemonade, a delicacy due to his life on the road. He sweated profusely from his brow because of the layers of clothes he wore, making completely sure that he wouldn’t accidentally touch another human being. He bit his lip and finally ordered one, and right as he sipped it, he closed his eyes from the cold acerbic tang pushing from the straw through to his teeth.

He shouldn’t have wandered, he should have stood still with his back to the concession stand, a safe place to stay as his mind filled with endorphins. He’d tried a lot of new foods since coming to the school, even pushed up a belt size as he filled in his gaunt figure, and this lemonade was another experience as his taste buds tingled. He couldn’t have been aware of his mistake, even as he bumped into somebody and dropped his drink in surprise, accidentally pouring it more onto their clothes. He heard more than felt the ice splash onto his outer jacket, but it probably didn’t penetrate any deeper layers. Kevin gasped in surprise and fear, “Ah-ah-ah-ahm sorry!” he stammered, looking down at his hands to double check that his faux-leather gloves were secured and no skin was apparent or vulnerable to accidentally touch the other. “I shoulda looked where ah was goin!” he hollered. And suddenly everything came rushing of what he had done wrong. He had closed his eyes, made a silly face, spent money on food when he should’ve waited to dumpster dive. Most importantly? He’d been forgetful and happy and enthusiastic. I’m too old to make this mistake again. Didn’t I learn? he asked himself silently.

Lance jumped, eyes darting to the familiar figure. He felt his heart thud in his chest as Kev’s face registered in his head. He swallowed, forming an easy smile and a shake of the head. “Nah, don’t worry at all man. Honestly.” He was suddenly self conscious of the alcoholic drink Julian had already given him, and the spiked drinks he was planning to keep drinking. His head was slightly buzzed already, an odd feeling to him- the boy who used to always be on guard.

“Please don’t be sorry.” He looked at the boy for a long time, taking in his features, the stress, the frustration, despair. It was etched into his face like long memories almost, as if sadness was an old friend. “Kev, it’s okay.” He reached towards him, but stopped, catching himself. He dropped his hand, trying not to feel disappointed but internally aching from the deep rooted desire. “It’s a night of festivities,” he said lightly. “Come now. Let’s have a laugh.”

[xpurifierx]

Lance looked down the barrel of the gun as he aimed, let out a slow breath and shot. Shot again. And again. He knocked down every one of the targets. He nodded a little, lowering the gun. So much of his life was spent behind a gun, hunting muties. He had thought he’d never touch one again and yet… He never wanted to use one to cause harm, never again. But…  It was good to know he still knew how.

He glanced at someone near him, lifting it a little towards them. “Want to try?”

[dailymorley]