LOSE FOCUS.

  rather than  LETTING  GO,  calloused fingers curl   inwards, securing his fingers  b e t w i x  the taller   male’s - perhaps out of habit. with his free hand    RESTING  at  the   b a s e   of cola’s head, poison    dares to  tip  his head back just  S L I G H T L Y   so that he may read the others expression. &&  in    doing  so,  he   c a r e f u l l y   thumbs  away  dirt   that had peen  POISED  against  the  ivory skin of   cola’s cheek.

           ❝ fine                             c’mon. ❞

a small huff passes over lips that taste just slightly of metal as poison agrees to the plea to move on. his willingness, or at least begrudging compliance, brings a small grin to cola's face. there was nothing a short walk couldn't fix, especially with poison at his side. their fingers interlocked, reminding cola why life out here wasn't as miserable as it probably should be.

                              ❛ thank you. ❜

      ❝ s’ not okay       c’mon. ❞

 once  POSITIVE  that  all  threats  had  been     e l i m i n a t e d,     he      had   holstered his zap && extended a hand  to the other. 

taking the hand that had been offered him, cola pulled himself less than steadily to his feet, eyes kept expertly fixed on the ground. partly out of embarrassment, but also to keep any dizziness at b a y .

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01. ) name / alias: jaycee, satan, real actual garbage™ 02. ) birthday: 01 january 03. ) zodiac sign: capricorn 04. ) height: 5′11″ 05. ) time: 04:57 am 06. ) sleep: no. 07. ) favourite books: the outsiders by s.e. hinton 0
8. ) favourite artists: mcr but also fob 
09. ) last movie i watched: i dn’t feckin know 10. ) college: not on my life or sanity 11. ) dream job: musician, comic book writer 12. ) meaning of url: my muse is a fuckin hippie 

❝ late to the party as per usual ❞      &&. it’s a light hearted joke, an attempt to SMOTHER the despair that had clouded over them as soon as the colour had been snuffed from their eyes. it’s her COPING mechanism,          her way of sleeping at night, empathy at it’s finest to the only person she’d happily lie down for in a FIRE FIGHT.

Just a h i n t  of a grin allows itself to find haven on the corner of Cola's lips. It's not funny, but he appreciates the sentiment.

       ❛ They would've liked you. ❜

  eyes follow  CAREFULLY  from  behind cherry   tresses,  a  brow  furrowed  in  t h o u g h t  as    he considered the the proposition that had   presented  to  him. a  huff sounds from slightly   parted lips before poison  r o c k s  backwards    onto his heels.

         ❝ sounds  like   ‘em          NEVER   been   th’             ones t’ stick t’ somethin’  p r e d i c t a b l e.             so,  we’re  just  gonna  have  to  change - out             our habitual routes && routines in return. ❞

With a thin-tipped marker (a rarity and treasure), Cola presses a thick dot into the map where his finger had been pressed. A thoughtful hum vibrates over a carefully bitten lip denoting the young man's concentration. He would think of a few other && more RANDOM ways for them to move.

                  ❝ IF NOTHING CHANGES ?—i don’t know                   ——i guess we keep pushing,     pushing for                  the change           &&. we die trying fire starts                  only  when  you’ve got a spark right ?—— ❞

           ❝                i’m so sorry.  ❞

GHOSTED: (Kind of a hiatus warning I guess maybe??) So I have been feeling pretty crappy recently and I think that the more I try to force myself on this blog the more my muse will run away. I've decided take a week off, I guess starting tomorrow. If you wanna know about the lame and personal stuff that's holding me back then you can read under the cut. If not then you can find me on my personal blog until my tiny son Cola returns.

              ❝  …. they’re gone.  ❞