𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚.

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

https://t.co/L6nGuCC37I

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ i’m glad u aren’t dead, friend

[𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩. @withinmemories]

/ howdy

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ rip to carolinareapxr

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ i will be telling my husband about this later

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ HIIIII

[𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩. @withinmemories]

/ Twitter reunion!

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ i’m back from the dead again

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

( a small kiss on the cheek for @AGENTY0RK when he’s least expecting it. she will never do this again. do not count on it. )

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

“ c’mon then, lover boy. ”

‘lover boy’.
stepping back, turning to walk toward the sleeping quarters with a heavy exhale. exhausted.

“ that’s okay, i’ll end up reading ‘til i fall asleep either way. ”

[A . N @AGENTY0RK]

He failed miserably to stifle a snicker.

“Gods, don’t say that-“

It’s relief that washes over his expression when asked to join her. Sleep was sporadic without her.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t think my eyes will stay open long enough to read much once I lay down-“

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

“ i’unno if i’d go that far. then i’m just like my dad— ”

TOO SOON FOR THAT JOKE—

“ . . yeah. ‘m tired. will you stay with me? ”

night terrors keep her up and down often, and they only seem to be soothed away when york’s there with her.

“ we can read together. ”

[A . N @AGENTY0RK]

“I know you won’t let me live it down. Even if I keeled over, you’d bring me back to give me hell, Lina.”

A chuckle chased the tail end of his words. An arm wrapped loosely around her back as she leaned closer.

“Bedtime huh? Something tells me you’ve been in here too long-“

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

will definitely hold him to his statement.

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

eyes fall shut, head lulling to rest against york’s shoulder. she’s exhausted, both physically and mentally; and that’s evident.

“ i’m holding you to that, York. if anything happens i’m coming after you, y’know. ”

a small jest, but there’s some truth behind it. she +

[A . N @AGENTY0RK]

+ anywhere just yet. “

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ also hi rvb and mv writers im carolina/lina (it’s ironic i know) i’m 21 & my pronouns r they/them

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ i want to write so bad 🤲

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

sorry for bringing it up. i know it’s a sore subject i just . . i don’t want anything to happen to you, York. ”

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

a hand lifts initially to reach out to her counterpart, but is ultimately retracted. even if she’s getting better at opening up, there are some lines she still can’t bring herself to cross. she loves him, she knows she does; so why can’t she 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 it more?

“ . . I’m +

[A . N @AGENTY0RK]

Eyes darted to the floor, corners of his mouth twitching into a frown.

“I don’t really 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 getting to that point either— I can’t remember what starts it half the time-“

But his eyes knew, somber blue scarred with the memories running rampant.

“I’m sorry I.. let that+

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

@LOVEATFlRSTBITE / :3 we smell great together bffs

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ i smell like trailer park uncles. (old spice and cigarettes)

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

/ HI SMELLY

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

@AGENTY0RK / they hurt me

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

“ i worry about you, y’know. this only adds to it. ”

at least she’s finally being vocal about how she 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴. that’s something unusual for her. she’s always kept it bottled up.

“ sorry. i just don’t ,, enjoy finding you passed out in the hall so often. ”

[A . N @AGENTY0RK]

Eyes widened, his next breath like a knife to the chest.

𝘞𝘩𝘺?
𝘞𝘩𝘰? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?

“Lots of things. They don’t make much sense.”

York swallowed the lump in the back of his throat.

“To forget? Original, right?… To fill holes and voids or what not-“

[𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚. @SACRIFIClUM]

“ mmh. i can smell your thoughts. ”

a sigh slips past as hands reach up to remove her helmet, holding it against her hip. expression forlorn.

“ . . what drives you t’ drink, York? ”

a loaded question, but one that’s sat on the tip of her tongue for so long now.

[A . N @AGENTY0RK]

His eyes narrowed at the lie, but he didn’t let his reaction show otherwise.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵?

“I haven’t been sleeping much lately… Thinkin’ too much myself.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘵𝘸

“… What’s on your mind?”