Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R.

BETRAYAL⠀⠀ tastes⠀⠀ b𝑖tter⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀ like⠀⠀⠀

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

it reads: ⠀ no room for 'no.' ⠀

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

an arm braces him, ⠀ hand firm on shoulder. ⠀ brows knit as he notes the stagger, ⠀ already feeling out of his depth. ⠀ "hit your head?"⠀ wonders how likely it is he'll find the coffee table ajar, ⠀ if lange rolled off the cushions. ⠀ but he's already settling him,

[‍‍ ‍ ‍bleed ‍‍ ˖it ‍‍ ᴼᵁᵀ @warsdorn]

the bundle of paper towels is pressed into his face, and for a while he just stays like that. simon’s breathing is an anchor he tethers to, not his own. he’s not been able to take a full breath since the stitches opened.

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

"don't need to restitch if you'd rather have a lie down fast."⠀ his eyes fly to the open kit. ⠀ enough gauze pads,⠀ enough tape.⠀ and the vodka. ⠀ that'll do. ⠀ "stitches need to come out though. ⠀ no infections, ⠀ you hear?" ⠀ his chin ducks, ⠀ eyeing lange.

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

prior, ⠀ and simon might have offered a kind word or two. ⠀ something sentimental for the younger.⠀ feel–good, ⠀ if not profound. ⠀ "we used all the alc wipes earlier. ⠀ reckon we could use the vodka in the cupboard."

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

"right." ⠀ schooled neutrality. ⠀ seen this plenty before;⠀ lived it.⠀ the night–terrors tend to creep up on you, ⠀lick at your heels when you finally think you've outrun them. ⠀ he's learned long ago not to pry, ⠀ to mind his own,⠀ so he makes a show of setting down the

[‍‍ ‍ ‍bleed ‍‍ ˖it ‍‍ ᴼᵁᵀ @warsdorn]

it takes far too long for lukas to register ghost’s presence, let alone his words. the dull ringing in his ears had returned with the nosebleed; a gruff, slurred curse is all he can manage in response.

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

"sofa's rough." ⠀ which is to s͟ay:⠀ he looks like shit,⠀ and after he's patched up (again), ⠀ lange should take the bed. ⠀ he'll survive the rest of the night on that thing. ⠀ it's what little he can offer, ⠀ now. ⠀ a few years into their.. ⠀ friendship

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

"first aid kit", ⠀ no clean–up after their earlier session. ⠀ tweezers are plucked from pack, ⠀ scanning the site oozing fresh carmine. ⠀ "they'll have to come out."

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

"'s three in the morning,"⠀ comes drawl, ⠀ edged with lingering sleep as hip leans against doorway, ⠀ his arms crossed over chest. ⠀ he only means half the condemnation, ⠀ lips ticking low at the sight; ⠀ "know my stitching's shite, ⠀ don't have to go opening them over

[‍‍ ‍ ‍bleed ‍‍ ˖it ‍‍ ᴼᵁᵀ @warsdorn]

nursing a nosebleed over the sink, simultaneously trying to reach the reopened gash on his shoulderblade. this kitchen has seen better days.

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

my floors." ⠀ he moves in, ⠀ one tired step after another. ⠀ it's not hi͟s flat, ⠀ but he's spent more time in licking at his wounds in this safehouse than he cares to admit. ⠀ (may as well sign the lease.) ⠀ the kitchen island is caked in the clutter of a gutted

[ً @sewerscribe]

SWOLLEN WITH BLOOD. THROBBING IN PAIN.

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

no. ⠀ thought not. ⠀ way i hear it, ⠀ i don't even have to do the work myself. ⠀ come running for a favor? ⠀ or you taking your chances with h͟er gladiators?

[ᅟ 𝐺𝗼𝖽ꜛ ̼ * b𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 .ᅟᅟᅟᅟ‍ @ATROPHITE]

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you aren’t so lucky .
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[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

figured i left you in the gutter. ⠀ don't die easy, ⠀ do you?

[ᅟ 𝐺𝗼𝖽ꜛ ̼ * b𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 .ᅟᅟᅟᅟ‍ @ATROPHITE]

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@antibullet .
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[faget83629031852 @faget9261530128]

The grim reaper jerked me off

[ms. paige victoria ♡ 🍋 @citrusgirlpaige]

i bet getting into a head-on collision at 90mph feels fucking amazing for about a hundredth of a second

[august @regularaugust]

It’s alright, man! We all know cruelty is in your nature and you can’t change that. Don’t worry about it

[Cᵒ͟𝙽——𝓈𝑡RIC——ᵀ⊹R. @antibullet]

i'll let you know when i'm jokin'.

[ᅟᅟ* ៹ .9mm ，ᅟᅟPARAbellu͡m．ֵ @stillgallows]

it's less funny from ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ [ you. ]