Zane Sinclair

Zane Sinclair. 22. Lost Boys. "Run, run, lost boy," they say to me Away from all of reality

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arinmelnikov:

“You gonna go around and be fucking pissy about this?”

“‘Cause I’ll bruise you if that’s what it fucking takes.”

“No, no, I’m not!”

“It’s fine, bro, I’m leaving.”

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– I BELONG, I BELIEVE

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deesharpe:

   “It’s cool of you to offer,” Dee nodded slowly, closing her eyes for a moment. “But I’ll have to think about it.” Her eyes opened, sky blue, and she tipped her head to the side, leaning it against the cushioned back of the couch, watching Zane.

     It was well enough that he wasn’t wanted, but if his situation was anything like hers, he could be registered as missing without knowing about it. And then, if he stuck his neck out for her, he could be wanted before he had time to do so much as stammer in protest. She had to have other friends who could help her. Someone who didn’t put themselves at risk every time they dealt with the Government or any of its employees. Someone like… Max. She was too much of a pussy to go to him directly, but perhaps she could ask Charlie about it.

   “What about your family?” she asked Zane suddenly, not remember whether or not she had brought it up already. “Tell me about them.”

Zane nodded, shrugging his shoulder. Thinking about it was a far better answer than no, even if it was just a polite way of saying it. Besides, he knew he probably didn’t have the skills or stealth she really needed - it definitely was for the best. 

“My family. Hm.” He smiled at the thought of them, missing their presence more than he normally did. “My parents were born in the Government. Thought it was all bullshit, though, so they were rebels undercover. People had caught on, though. So, I ran away so they could basically use it as a cover. They would have been killed otherwise. We all would have.”

He sighed, shaking his head, “It’s a fucking shame, ya know? They’re good people, and they could be executed just for disagreeing. Fuckin’ nuts. They’re still alive, though, the last I heard.”

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shanidevx:

“Shantelle.”

“My friends call me Shani.”

“Well, I’ll call ya Shantelle until we’re friends.”

“Here’s my number, if you’re ever bored. I’m gonna head out of here. Stop embarrassing myself as a posed homeless guy.”

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harleebecks:

   “Well, it’s too late to change it but your leg hair makes you look like a direct descendant of an ape.  No offense.  Also, I have never seen the muscle definition in your calves needed to pull off a male romper.  Maybe it’s hidden beneath all that hair, though?”

   “Zane.  No one wants your bits hanging around in the breeze.  I’m sorry, but someone has to tell you.  Buy a pair of Bermuda shorts and call it a day.”

“I guess we could stop and wax them, if they’re that bad...”

“Fuck. Fine. I just wanted to give the romper a shot, but fine. At least you acknowledged that my bits are long enough to hang in the breeze. Thanks.”

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arinmelnikov:

“We done here?”

“I guess so.”

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– I BELONG, I BELIEVE

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deesharpe:

   “That’s… actually smart.” Dee put on a thoughtful face, spacing as she stared into nothing for a minute before snapping to attention, her eyes focusing on Zane. “But Bambi could never do something like that. She’s on wanted posters.” She paused. “Are you?”

     Through an unfortunate circumstance in the city a while back, Dee had found that she herself was registered as missing, but she hadn’t made her way onto the wanted list yet. Still, showing her face around people who had access to all kinds of records could prove to be a risk. Not that she was afraid to be found, per se – it could be a quick way back to her family – but the Government would inevitably ask questions about where she’d been for the past few years. Questions she would have no answer to.

“Not yet, at least.” Zane answered, a mischievous grin upon his lips. He felt there was just something about nonchalantly helping the ‘damsel in distress’ that could give his crush a leg up. Maybe she’d get to know him and find that he’s actually a decent guy. Or, maybe she wouldn’t.

He hoped for the prior.

“I mean, if it’s something you’re truly wanting, I’m always willing to help. Just say the word.”

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harleebecks:

   “I mean, where do you want me to begin?  The hair, the length, the non-existent muscle tone?“

   “Rompers don’t deserve to be disrespected like that, Zane.  What did they ever do to you?”

“My hair? What would you do differently about my hair?! And, girl, I have muscle. You just haven’t seen me undressed. And no, I’m not stripping.”

“I didn’t think I was disrespectin’ ‘em. Honestly, they looked kind of... breezy.”

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arinmelnikov:

“Just stop fucking being weird.”

“‘Kay? It ain’t a big fucking deal.”

“I’m just...mostly being myself. Which I guess is a little weird.”

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shanidevx:

“Well, thanks for your concern. It might’ve been a little awkward, seeing as I barely know you.”

“Yeah - I don’t... usually think these things through, but I’m glad I did this once. I’m Zane - by the way.”

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remiwarnertfc:

“Fair enough. I got ya.”

“Thanks my guy.”

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chaolvaldez:

“Good. You’re soundin’ more like a Lost Boy.”

“Just be direct, no use pussyfootin’ around.”

“Really? Fuck, about time. Maybe I can fix my relationships with the others.”

“Sorry. Don’t mean to be bitching, just been a rough few days, ya know?”

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arinmelnikov:

“It’s nothing personal.”

“I just don’t do guys. And, like I said… I got somebody.”

“I didn’t know until recently. Sorry. Tell her I was being impulsive and she can punch me in the face whenever.”

“And, I’ll leave ya alone. Didn’t... I dunno. Sorry.”

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chaolvaldez:

“Who is mean to you?”

“I’ll talk to ‘em about it if y’want?”

“No need to concern yourself.”

“Don’t need anyone fighting my battles.”

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arinmelnikov:

     The kiss came as a complete and total shock. Arin was so surprised that it took him a second to pull back, then placing a hand on Zane’s shoulder to gently push him farther away. To a… platonic distance.

   “Sinclair… Just ‘cause I ain’t seein’ Fairly it don’t mean I ain’t got somebody.”

“Somebody who’s not me. Got it. Loud and clear.”

“I’ll just go now.”

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arinmelnikov:

“What the fuck’s this about?”

“If I didn’t like you, Sinclair, I promise you you’d fucking know it.”

“You! Are you really that fucking stupid? Or blind?”

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arinmelnikov:

“You’re fine, Sinclair.”

“We’re just treating ya like you’re fucking one of us.”

“Whatever you wanna believe, man.”

“Y’all are terrible to me, but you ain’t like that with each other. I’ve just been trying to get in with everybody. Only one who’s welcoming is Chaol. And he still cracked jokes - just not fucking rude ones.”

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arinmelnikov:

“What?”

“Why don’t you like me? In any way?”

“You all think I’m stupid, but I know you don’t like me. In any way of the word.”