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alrighty,  so:  I’m  moving  Lis  to  THIS  BLOG !!  threads  will  be  continued  and  placed  in  a  separate  verse  since  I’m  doing  something  a  little  different.  hope  you’ll  follow  me  over!  if  not,  it’s  been  real,  my  dudes.

alrighty,  so:  I’m  moving  Lis  to  THIS  BLOG !!  threads  will  be  continued  and  placed  in  a  separate  verse  since  I’m  doing  something  a  little  different.  hope  you’ll  follow  me  over!  if  not,  it’s  been  real,  my  dudes.

alrighty,  so:  I’m  moving  Lis  to  THIS  BLOG !!  threads  will  be  continued  and  placed  in  a  separate  verse  since  I’m  doing  something  a  little  different.  hope  you’ll  follow  me  over!  if  not,  it’s  been  real,  my  dudes.

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He nodded his thanks at her and tried to force his body to calm down, if he stayed tense and tight it would make everything worse, already standing up was a little bit more than he could manage. He moved away from her, managing to get himself into his bed with some measure of grace even as the threads of his shirt started to smolder and burn off.

“ She, uh, there’s a stuffed t-rex in her bed, she can’t sleep without that. “

     Her heart beat out of time, WATCHING someone so strong - a stronghold in his own right, immune to life’s indecencies. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed beside him ( though she knew it very likely would result in third degree burns and a trip to the hospital ). The girl was quickly becoming used to the fact that, sometimes, she couldn’t be as affectionate as she’d like.

          “Yeah, okay. I’ll go pack up some things for her. I’ll call later, okay?”

@iigniter

“ Why are you popping pills? “ He won’t answer her question, wouldn’t know where to start even if he wanted to give her an honest answer. She’s high and he’s angry. Now’s not the time for her to press him, but he has a feeling that now is the exact time she’s going to pick to press at his walls to try and bring them down around him. And god help him he might even let her, hasn’t even kissed this woman and already he can feel how fucked he is by her. 

Leaning against the headboard he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pant pockets and lit one up with his finger, not asking if he was allowed to smoke in her bed. If he was here, if he was going to listen to her poke and prod at him he was going to smoke.

He chanced another look down at her, dark eyes sweeping across the length of her before going back to looking at the ceiling. She looked so small. So delicate. Like if he just barely touched her she would bruise and he wanted to know what it looked like when his hands gripped her hips. Fuck. 

               “Must be because I’m SO GUARDED.” Her tone was dull, eyebrows raising at him.

     It was the typical sob story of neglect. She needed an escape from the lack of love found in her mother, the threat of GENOCIDE, and her inability to love herself. Though, the release from her own misery was momentary, it was better than being left to the merciless demons that had clouded her judgement and eventually dictated the CONTROL she originally had before venturing down the path. While she knew it was dangerous, she had lost the ability to say no; she lived in their clawed hands now.

     Her nose wrinkled at the smell of tobacco, but it was a give-and-take: his presence or the smell? ACE MARTIN would come in first no matter what he was up against.

               She lightly nudged his side with her foot, “Answers get answers. I asked you first.”

her thumb gently strokes the side of lis’ palm, blue hues watching her friend enjoy something other than hospital food, “oh yeah so rude of your heart to stop workin’, ay? – but nah, wasn’t really doin’ anythin’ INTERESTING  just givin’ apollo a bath. bloody dog decided it would be a good idea to dive in a pile of mud.” 

               “Can you blame him? Maybe he’s PART HIPPO and is tryna cool down from this heat.”

     Skylar’s presence did WONDERS for her anxiety in regular circumstances, but in the given situation, it was soothing to the degree of a narcotic. Their friendship had readily filled holes that she hadn’t known existed. Grip remained firm as she continued to greedily pluck at the fries.

             “i take it back, you’re the WORST.” kate sighs, dramatically falling to a sit on the ground. “can I at least have a bite?”

               “Oh c’mon, you DON’T mean that. I know that you love me.” With that, she took a lick of the icing before offering it to her friend.

    “Not long.” It felt like it was forever. They didn’t let him see her until they had her stabilized, obviously, but for a while there he was afraid Lis was going to kick the bucket under his watch. Ace’d probably murder him for that. “An hour and a half, maybe? After they got your, you know, fucking heart working again they put you under and I’ve been sitting here ever since.” 

    He hadn’t left once, not wanting Lis to wake up when there was no one in the room with her. Maybe it’s an overreaction to think she’d flip out but after the time he OD’d and woke up alone to the beeping of the heart monitor in his hospital room he’d rather not let it happen to anyone else. 

    “But they said it was minor, so… There’s that, I guess. You’re lucky.” It sure as shit probably doesn’t feel like it though, he bets.  

     Though the feeling to CLAW herself out of her skin loomed, acid would’ve filled her pores if she’d woken to alone to the dull buzz of the florescent lights, sterile walls, and distant murmurs of distaste of the medical professionals. As much as he may have HATED it, Sam had quickly become a crutch - the one thing she could lean on without worry of collapse. He UNDERSTOOD in ways other couldn’t conceive. 

               “Yeah, I’m lucky...” She muttered, hands rubbing furiously against one another.

     God, she NEEDED to trim her nails; the length was a risk.

               Eyes flickered towards him, “Why don’t you go get somethin’ to eat? Maybe call Eliza. I have a feeling she’d like to know what’s going on. ----I’ll call Ace, MAYBE."

A. Synthia (via thekerridiaries)

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( graphic by Brogen, written by Dax )

My name is Kendall. Kendall Jenner. I am not a Kardashian.

“ You have poor taste. “ It’s a poor joke, an attempt to pull her out of the bone deep sadness and pain he can feel in her. The hand around her waist pushed at the fabric of her shirt, spreading his broad hand out on her stomach, skin to skin contact seemed to comfort people and maybe it would help her here. Smiling gently, so gently that it felt like it could break and become a sneer at any moment. “ Just rest. “

He could stay awake for days if needed, one night wasn’t going to break him and she needed him to be strong for her right now. He could do that. 

     In her bones the sadness would REMAIN, teeth dug mercilessly into the sinew. There would be countless smiles exchanged, promises made, that could give her something to HOLD ONTO, but the truth remained the the future held uncertainty that nauseated her. Given her current situation and recent events, very little could be done that would release her from the hands of truth that gripped her throat.

     THIS HERE helped defeat the darkness that loomed in her heart and clouded her eyes. Being in his arms brought a comfort that she had been starved of. 

                “Thank you.”

     Thank you for being patient, for being here. Thank you for UNDERSTANDING and holding onto these brittle bones as they tried to strengthen themselves against brutal winds. Gods, thank you for simply existing. Further gratitude caught in her throat like cobwebs, forcing her to be content with the two words.

“ No. “ His grip on her hand tightened slightly, reacting to the idea of her leaving. “ We can have something delivered. “ His voice is quiet but firm as he tugged her back to him, kissing her again, an attempt and making her stay here, even if she would be coming back after getting food he wasn’t open to the very thought of her leaving when he had just gotten to actually touch her for the first time. 

Sam won’t wake up unless the person bangs on the door and Ace has gotten good at noticing when someone is heading for his place, a lesson he’s had to learn in his life. 

     Even if she had LEFT, it wouldn’t be long till she had returned - whether he be for food, work, or picking up clothes at her own home. She’d quickly started spending more time here than anywhere else ( not that she’d complained ). While she didn’t quite understand his dependency on her presence, the girl wasn’t going to question it - it was a change of pace to feel wanted and, dare she say, NEEDED. 

               “Well, what do you wan----” 

     The remainder of the question caught in her throat at the kiss. Smiling against his lips, arms WRAPPED around his shoulders, standing on her toes.