What happens when you ruin your life and it’s all your fault? You get a pity cry.
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LUKE HAS BEEN MOVED HERE!!!
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What happens when you ruin your life and it’s all your fault? You get a pity cry.
indie multimuse ten years rp experience five years on tumblr small text, icons one liner to multi para
LUKE HAS BEEN MOVED HERE!!!
’ Why are you all wet? ‘
“Uh, well, that’s... what happens when it rains. I’m cold.”
CASTLE: “I’m sick of all these people talking.” “I’m already choking on my pride.” “They wanna make me their queen.” “There’s no use crying about it.” “I probably shouldn’t be so mean.” “I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.” HOLD ME DOWN: “My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.” “He told me I was holy.” “He’s got me on my knees.” “This is what I live for.” “Throw me in the deep end and watch me drown.” NEW AMERICANA: “The city’s ours until fall.” “We don’t feel like outsiders at all.” “We know very well who we are.” “What kind of dough have you been spending?” DRIVE: “I can never keep my eyes off this.” “All we do is think about the feelings the we hide.” “It never felt like home to me.” “Would it really kill you if we kissed?” HURRICANE: “He’s got an eye for girls of eighteen.” “I held him captive by my kiss.” “I’m a one night stand.” “I’m the violence in the pouring rain.” “I reminded myself to keep you far away from me.” “You could devastate me.” ROMAN HOLIDAY: “Do you remember the taste of my lips that night?” “I remember the fear in your eyes.” “The timing’s never right.” GHOST: “I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.” “I don’t like them innocent.” “You say that you’re no good for me.” “I swear I hate you when you leave, but I like it anyway.” “I know I’m gonna leave him.” COLORS: “You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.” “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” “I’m still waking in the morning, but it’s not with you.” COLORS, PT 2: “Everything is dripping like a saturated sun.” “I hope you make it to the day you’re _____ years old.” STRANGE LOVE: “Everybody wants to know if we fucked in the bathroom sink.” “But the ending is the same every damn time.” “They think I’m insane.” “They think my lover is strange.” “That’s the beauty of a secret.” “They can’t believe I made you weak.” “These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone.” COMING DOWN: “I found god - I found him in a lover.” “I found the devil - I found him in a lover.” “Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space.” “I’m such a fool for sacrifice.” “I’ve got a lover and I’m unforgiven.” HAUNTING: “Keep on haunting me.” “I was pure as a river.” “Now I think I’m possessed.” “I’ve been cold since you left.” “You’ve got your own mistakes in bed at home.” “You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.” “I’ve tried to wash you away, but you just won’t leave.” GASOLINE: “Are you insane like me?” “You can’t wake up - this is not a dream.” “I think there’s a flaw in my code.” “These voices won’t leave me alone.” “My heart is gold and my hands are cold.” CONTROL: “I sat alone in bed until morning.” “I tried to hold these secrets inside me.” “I’m meaner than my demons.” “God damn right, you should be scared of me.” “Who is in control?” YOUNG GOD: “You know we’re gonna be legends.” “I know you wanna go to heaven, but you’re human tonight.” “Do you feel like a young god?” “My tongue is a weapon.” “If you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight.” I WALK THE LINE: “I keep a close eye on this heart of mine.” “I find myself alone when each day is through.” “You give me cause for love I can’t hide.”
Slowly, Jared lowers himself to the ground to sit opposite him, beer still clenched tightly in his hand. There was nothing. Those words hang around in his brain and they echo, and it makes him want to cry or scream or punch something or maybe just ask him to go home so he can climb into bed and not leave for a few days. He moves his foot out and gently taps at his best friend’s toe with it, a quiet sign of affection and understanding despite the true lack of understanding he feels, despite how almost angry he feels. “Don’t apologize to me, okay? I don’t want that from you.” he takes a second and slowly curls in on himself, suddenly overcome with the urge to collapse. “Just… don’t.”
The edges of his mouth twitch up in a very short smile, his head lifting enough that he can peer at his best friend, examining him. He looks away again when he speaks, his heart aching again and everything inside of him screaming for him to just leave, to go try again and do it right this time. He stays silent and just runs his hands through his hair, not caring that he’s getting blood all over himself.
“Dude, come on. Like you’ve never had pussy taste left over in your mouth after a long night.” Stop talking about this, Margo, it’s gross and you know it. “You know, it definitely did not occur to me to ask about that. But I’m probably gonna start carrying around a toothbrush for my own fuckin’ sanity anyway.”
“I always wash my mouth out with something, dude. Even just water helps. You’re so fucking weird,” he says it like it’s a bad thing, but he’s grinning despite that, just generally amused by the situation. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Or a small thing of mouthwash. Or both.” The waiter comes back with their drinks and asks if they’re reading to order, so Luke tells him he’d like the cheesecake pancakes.
“It’s all about the creation of a character, Luke, my man.” She winks theatrically and orders a hot tea when the waiter swings by and asks about drinks. As he’s retreating, she takes a sip of water. “First of all, that’s what she said.” And then she leans in closer. “Secondly, I didn’t get to brush my teeth this morning so I can still taste your dick and it’s honestly getting like super gross.”
Luke just orders a pepsi, because he’s pretty boring, all things considered. He leans in closer as well, rolling his eyes at the joke before gagging softly, putting a hand over his mouth and sitting back again. “Oh, dude, that’s fucking gross as hell. Why didn’t you say something? I have mouthwash, man!”
“I’m pretty fly for a white guy.”
The silence extends and extends. Jared can’t bring himself to move, can’t bring himself to speak, can’t bring himself to comfort his best friend, the one person in his life he still has, has always had, almost lost for good. He just sits there, watching blankly and drinking his beer and praying to God at some point he starts to feel something other than numb and broken. He’s so fucking tired of feeling numb and broken. It has to be ten minutes before he manages the single word that his textured voice wraps itself so desperately around: “–W-Why?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers and it just sets him off crying again, sniffling and breathing heavily. He can’t bring himself to look up at him so he just keeps his head ducked and pressed against his legs. He feels close to having an anxiety attack, but he keeps talking anyways. “I don’t know. I just felt... so... so fucking weak,” his voice is muffled, “and I didn’t... I. Couldn’t. Handle it. I couldn’t breathe, everything was. Suffocating. There was nothing...” he trails off, not quite sure what he wants to say. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, after a long hesitation.
There aren’t words for this. No, there aren’t. There are no words at all. Jared’s heart falls through the fucking floor, and he can feel each and every impact it makes on its way down. He aches so tremendously it makes it hard for him to concentrate, he can feel tears welling in his eyes, itching at the back of his throat, a sob filling up his lungs and his gut and he’s reaching to pull Luke back to him. And he isn’t sure why. He doesn’t know what he wants to say or do. Because there’s nothing. There’s so much fucking nothing. He stares at his bleeding wrists and after a long silence, moves to grab his first aid kit from under the sink, slowly returning to unwrap his best friend’s bandages and replace them with fresh, tight ones that might staunch the bleeding. He doesn’t speak even when he’s done. He just reaches up and touches his best friend’s face with now bloody hands. There’s so much sorrow inside him he can hardly move at all. Slowly, sluggishly, he helps his best friend put his pants back on and moves to sit back where they’d started the night, taking a long and silent sip of beer.
Luke feels like everything is moving in slow motion because he can see every single emotion going through Jared right now and he wishes he had been successful in his attempt because this hurts more than his parents’ reactions by a long shot. He lets himself be pulled in and just held, just staring at the wall past his shoulder because he doesn’t know what to do. Even when Jared is undoing the bandages and everything inside of him is screaming to hide the extent of the damage, he just stares at the wall and lets him wrap him up. He finally looks at him when he’s touched, lips parted to say something, anything, but all that comes out is his heavy breathing. He shakily buttons up his pants before sliding down the cabinets and pulling his knees to his chest, closing his eyes and starting to cry.