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@engests      […]     plotted ( ish ) 

sunlight creates a golden shrine,     kissing cheeks and eyelashes in ichor shades as if the early morning hours could hold half as much love for luke as evan does right now,    in this moment of limbs like gravity,    of the softness of cotton sheets,     of the warmth of a body by his side.    he hates the morning hours because they cannot span out as long as he’d like,    because the clock flashes five fifteen and soon it will be flashing five forty - five and he will have to leave this warmth,     this cocoon where he is allowed to be loved.     work beckons,    and he will go and in a while over forty - eight hours when he comes home again,     there will be this.    and he will breathe easy again.     but for now,    he tries to soothe the other man back to sleep,    tries to be little disturbance as he wakes himself up to the familiar weight of responsibility.        ❛   it’s early babe,    you don’t need to get up yet.  ❜

the last of the darkspawn fell with an ungraceful thud and still he was surprised the earth didn’t open to swallow back the tainted beast. perhaps one day. with a smile, he turned to the man beside him. ❝ close call! haven’t you heard? it’s dangerous to travel alone these days. ❞ / @engests, sc.

engests​​​    ,     luke crain.    

the truth is,    she’s less bothered about the size than she’s making out,    less stuck on it than her words would suggest.    there’s something comforting in the gentle ribbing,    the back and forth that any other family wouldn’t have to think about,    keeping the fog gathering outside the window from reaching.      ❛   nope,    i’m going like this.    when anyone asks about it,    i’ll just have to sarcastically point over to wherever you’re standing and make a point about how you are a giant who never seems to do their laundry.   ❜        and the words are delivered with laughter,    gentle,    teasing as they fall into the space between them,    raindrops that could see something growing.

        ‘   WHAT ARE YOU BUSY THINKING ABOUT?   ’   finally speaking out he reaches forward to adjust the log leaning on the fire,   he hopes the rest of it will catch and bring new warmth to the evening while they wait for the sun to rise.   Wilde had be quiet for most part of the evening,   despite the few quips here and there about where they should camp and what needed to be set up.   every time he happened to glance over at the other,   all he could see was him sitting ever so deep in thought without much movement.   ‘   YOU LOOK LIKE you're either in pain or trying to relieve yourself, can’t really tell which it is.   ’

engests​​​    ,     luke crain.    

arms near triple in size as she bunches sleeves around her elbows,     offering a gaze that cannot keep any remnants of harshness she wishes it to hold,    simply because of the comical nature of the over - sized jumper.       ❛   this is ridiculous. ❜      there’s always been amusement when they make the case for being twins,    when people see the size difference,     when they realise that eleanor had never managed to grow.       ❛   i’m going to end up having to wear it with a belt and some boots,    if you actually want to go to this thing later.❜

        SLEEP WAS OUT OF THE QUESTION,   or at least it was until everything he could possible remember was laid out in front of them.   map details,   the amount vehicles parked near the entrance his cage was positioned at,   the different rotations of guards,   anything that he could pry from his battered memory.   his desire to help outweighed the guilt he felt for falling deep into the enemies trenches,   by no choice of his own,   his mind had been contorted and twisted to serve someone who’s only desire was to turn him into a bloody pawn.   by clearing his throat he hesitantly steps forward to redirect where the other was pointing on the map.   ‘   YOU’D BE BETTER TO COME THROUGH HERE,   those patrols are at least few and far between.   ’

        IT’S THE DARK that makes him comfortable enough to ask,   the low visibly and faint glow of the tv across from them that adeptly disguises his vulnerability.   its been eating away from him since they met,   the whole too good to be true feeling that sunk to the bottom of his gut every time they got alone together.   deep down he thinks he already knows the answer,   since hes played the scenario over and over again in his mind in some poor attempt to think through every possible reaction.   ultimately he tells himself,   that it wouldn’t be right to base everything off his own superstition.   that if he just asked then he wouldn't have to fight himself for a made up answer.   ‘   YOU NEVER ASK ABOUT IT        the house,   everything that happened.   ’   he expertly waits for the buzzing commercial to fill the void before he speaks again,   this time much slower.   ‘   WHY DON’T YOU ASK ABOUT IT?   ’