my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

Solo   will   gladly   wake   up   at   three   every   night   for   the   rest   of   his   life   if   it   means   Brandon   is   next   to   him,   missing   him.   He's   rarely   missed,   just   like   he   is   rarely   loved.   Brandon   does   both   so   effortlessly   it   feels   like   heaven's   privilege.   But   his   maneater   doesn't   need   to   know   that.   He   probably   already   does,   anyway.   ❝Drag   your   fine   ass   out   of   that   chair   and   let's   go.   But   take   that   picture   first,   I   need   a   new   lockscreen.❞

he's stalling on purpose. there's no denying the way people around them wonder when the maneater's teeth will truly sink in - like they don't see how he purrs - and brandon's still unused to ignoring attention from the masses. here, just the two of them, he navigates less. slender fingers make a playful grab for solo's phone, body leaning so far over him that if solo were any less solid he'd stumble. "show me. is it a bad one?"

it's easy, a year later, to think about everything he could've done differently. maybe if he'd trusted everyone just a little more ( maybe if he'd been someone people could trust ), it would've all been okay. he has no way of knowing whether that's true, but he has the opportunity to try, now. he looks beyond the blood on her hands to meet her eyes. the sight of blood doesn't scare him anymore, just the smell and the taste and seeing where it came from, and so he will not let the sight control his assumptions. he was covered in blood once, too. "i believe you. just tell us what happened."

For   most   of   his   life,   he   has   been   a   follower.   A   chaser   of   the   footsteps   of   the   twins,   an   apostle   of   Roman   who   kept   his   head   bowed,   and   his   select   words   filled   with   the   gospel.   But   now   he   no   longer   has   to   keep   his   head   bowed   !   Now   he   is   free   to   make   the   mistakes   that   his   cousin   would   have   gutted   him   for.   Brandon   tells   him   to   get   rid   of   him,   and   the   metaphorical   wound   of   it   hurts   more   than   the   actual   one   in   his   mouth.   A   stutter   in   his   heart,   a   pain   so   deep   it   rattles   him.   Lets   go   of   the   other   man   with   a   sharp   inhale   through   his   gritted   teeth.   ❝You'd   like   that,   wouldn't   you   ?   To   just   fuck   off   and   be   free   of   us,   to   do   your   own   thing   in   here   ? ❞

every atom in him aches to be closer. there's something cruel about how much of him still wants, a wound the shape of distance that solo fucking refuses to name even as brandon gives him the words. "if i wanted to be free of you, i would be. i promise you that." he would have dusted his bloodstained hands long ago, licked the carnage from his fingers and laughed his way to each and every main event. here he stands, snagged on a thorn, echoing inside himself. "look at me, solo. for once in your fucking life, listen to what i'm telling you."