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oh yes, we're going to brawl, baby.
over you. again.
» an independent / canon muse
of the fallen series;
cameron briel.
( book based / mv / ss /mature themes / minors dni)
as loved by: #0AS1S
@sparksth3flame » like scratching a scab until it bled again.
he opened his eyes, green eyes looking at roland with intensity. ❝ it's time to tip the scale. ❞
@sparksth3flame » frustrated.
exactly how lucifer wanted.
he knew exactly what the former morning star was trying to do. he wanted cam to be his puppet, tied up to do his every bidding.
in another time, he would have fought against it, but the memory from the announcer was too much. it was »
@sparksth3flame » always was assigned to stir the pot.
this time was different though. it was why he suddenly had to step away from sword and cross a few months ago. lucifer asked for him, reminded him of wounds that he thought had long healed.
he wanted cam to play a game. and after »
The all black garb was the first to go as soon as Gabbe was back in the confines of her dorm room. The ebony colored sweater and pants were traded for a pink top and baby blue shorts and a fuzzy pair of slippers. They were light, airy.. It brought back memories of the -
Roland brought everything @_CamBriel44 requested for #camswelcomerave
Cases of beer, bottles of wine and champagne, food that could feed the entire school population? You got it.
It was his talent. Getting his hands on things that proved impossible to get when you reside at --
Heavy footsteps made its way inside room 63. Home bitter home.
It had been a few days since Luce started her classes at Sword and Cross, and Arriane was right ㅡ it was awful.
Worse than awful, actually. It felt endless: one class after another, an incredible workload, and -
Daniel was in his element, sketching Luce in his dorm room as usual, trying to kill time, when he heard a faint scraping sound beneath his door.
Curious, he checked and found a card. From Cam.
» will use #camswelcomerave for the event
» anyone can join really, even those that aren't writing in the fallen verse
» no end date, but will start this weekend to build threads and establish connections and writing chemistry
» i'll post when it ends, but yall can go on forever
heavy, cream-colored cards have been carefully slipped under each dorm room of sword and cross reform school. each one had gold embellishments, with a few sentences written in neat, elegant handwriting:
" just returned to this hellhole.
you know the drill.
10pm, sat
drinks on me! "
the card didn't bear the name of the sender, but neatly glued in each card was a green guitar pick with the number 44 engraved in gold.