۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy

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[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

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[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

MY RELAPSE TO ABSINTHE / THE RETURN OF A DOG TO HIS VOMIT.

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

FANDOM

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

https://t.co/2osbb2ZCCT where i am rn .. dead ass random pray for me

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

+ picnic things i heard
the fancy folk at the
train station talkin’ about.”

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

+ out n’ about today.”

honestly, he just prefers
to be with her compared
to arthur, or anyone else
they’ve picked up recently.

she’s his age, they have
similar amounts of energy..
it’s just natural that he
flows toward her.

“i know a spot for huntin’,
or one of them +

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

john shrugs, “glad ya’
wrangled ‘em.” his lip
catches between sharp
teeth, and he tugs at
the neck of his shirt.
the fabric rubbing
against rope scar —

his nails dig at the
indented skin, “ain’t i
allowed to want to see
ya? could go ridin’, whole
gang seems ta’ be +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

“ they heard something. ” exasperated. mac might pull something stupid like that, but, never davey. mac, mac ..

she's always liked mac. there was a point where that admiration was shared, where they held hands and painful days were made just a little more &&

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

+

“shoulda’ woke me, pulled
me out the tent. i coulda’
helped you. you can do that,
yanow?”

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

“i might’a been,” he chuckles,
“how the hell the horses get
loose? sure them boys wasn’t
tryin’ to get you to hangout with
‘em?”

john, is the exact definition of
a manchild at the point in time ..
he’s old enough to be considered
a man by his gang, but he acts
like +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

“ mac needed help with something last night. ”

it's almost embarrassing, fussing over hair for a man. much less — a /boy/. around mac and davey, pristine presentation is thrown to the winds .. around john, tidying herself up a little is &&

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

+ a child. still as wild as he
was at fourteen.

he finally raises his head to
face her, his cheeks immediately
tinting a deep shade of red -
deeper than the sun could
ever make them.

he turns his head, quick,
pushing his gun back into
the holster on his belt.

+

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

+ and the scar around his
throat is clearly visible —
long, drawn out healing process.

he hears the footsteps, and
raises his head. “mornin’, sunshine!” he grins, “you
was plannin’ on sleepin’ all
day?”

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

john is dressed in a
too big shirt, he’ll grow
into it .. it’s loose, and
unbuttoned around the
chest. his pants hang past
his boots which barely
fit. his eyebrows furrowed
as he pieces his gun back
together.

his hair nears his shoulders,
falling over most of his features +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

where was she supposed to be right now ? god. the heat's just a little too overbearing, and the sunburn across her face is just a little too tender .. back of her hand wipes her forehead and kicks up her hat.

yelena spares a glance around — certainly odd, living .. &&

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

it’s mid-day, the sun
boils the air of the
west .. seventeen year
old boy, enjoys the
silence of an empty camp.

john is scrawny, “late
bloomer” - as hosea says.
he sits atop a rock,
cleaning his gun and
waiting for @servileideals.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

⠀ᅠ⠀
⠀⠀⠀ .. &&. @verbietens.
⠀ᅠ

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

https://t.co/2osbb2ZCCT if anyone is interested in plotting, i’d love to interact with more of you. like this and ill shoot you a dm!

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

“i’m all good, ain’t a
damn thing outta place
just got me aching.”

he sighs, deep and heavy
as he pulls her as close as
he can manage.

“we should get out of here.
me, you, jack, n’ abi- sadie
if she wants. could take the
girls too.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

yelena's will to move is non – existent, at least right now. her bones hurt, her shoulders feel wound up and tight. but her fingers wander all the same, looking for bandaging.

“ .. i'm fine, but, stabbed ? are you .. alright ?

thought i told you to be careful. ”

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

https://t.co/2osbb2ZCCT any of my dear friends play outlast trials?

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

“i got stabbed by sum’
fool tryna’ get money off
‘im for dutch — i ain’t ever
know when to stop listenin’
to that man.”

wrapping arms around her
as tight as he can, big .. deep
breath. calming himself down.

“you doin’ alright?”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

unhappy groan. him joining her has flooded all the sheets and blankets with cold .. she's been on her feet all day, too. tending to the horses with kieran is a punishment from the hells enough to need respite.

“ mm. you're okay. ” a sleepy kiss of her own, &&

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

hand on her stomach,
he’s unbelievably mad
at dutch. need wife for
comfort.

peppering her forehead in
stubble scratching kisses.
“sorry fer’ bein’ gone so
long, i ain’t ever doin’ shit
for dutch ag’in.”

his voice is barely audible
past the scratch of his throat.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

thinking. awake now, definitely — peeking over her shoulder, ready to punch a hole in whoever's gotten her up ..

.. ah, just john. rolling right over, shoving her face against his shoulder.

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

climbing into the cot
next to @servileideals ..

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

no clue 😞 hey pretty woman.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

WHO ELSEEEEE !!! ¿¿

[۟ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 boy @verbietens]

me?

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔪ake ‍ ‍them ‍ 𝗯𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉. @servileideals]

i miss my man :(