𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖉

If there was one thing that was reliable about Peach Hollows it was the impressive rumor mill that circled around town. One could be sure that one way or another, the latest gossip would always come around. Juicy or inconsequential alike. It’s how Rose had found out that Lark Sullivan was back in town.  When that new hit her, Rose felt a chill go down her body. She wasn’t frozen because she didn’t want to see him but rather because for the last two years, it was the one thing she had most longed for. Even more than a line of cocaine or a shot of tequila during her recovery period. Though Rose had been the one to end their relationship, she had never ended it because it wasn’t what she wanted or because she didn’t love him. Rose had ended things for the exact opposite, something she had tried to convey to Lark when they broke up but she was sure that it wasn’t received that way. In fact, that moment haunted her every day. Her hear broke anew every time she remember the hurt in Lark’s eyes. 

Lark Sullivan was the first person she truly and fully had loved since Finley and she loved him so much that Rose didn’t want to drag him through the messy road of her recovery. And messy it had been. The first year of her recovery had been done in Atlanta and it had been hard. As much as she missed Lark, she was happy he wasn’t around for it. Her confirmation that she had made the right decision came when she learned he had gone off on a mini-tour. She couldn’t imagine having tied him down during her recovery and being the reason why he didn’t peruse his next move in his music career. That’s exactly what would have happened. Lark wouldn’t have left her alone during that time and Rose would have never forgiven herself if she had been the reason why he was held back. After all, Lark never gave up on the ones he loved so Rose became someone he didn’t have to love anymore. 

But that didn’t mean she didn’t miss him and despite the time apart, Rose still loved Lark. She swore that she always would. How could Rose not? But after two weeks of not running into Lark since his return, Rose was convince they were completely destined to part ways. Maybe it was better that way. Better for him.  With a sigh, Rose finished locking up Leo’s Garage. She had stay late but there was only so much she could stare at her computer. Once the door was secured, Rose turned around, head down as she stuffed her keys into her pockets and answered her texts with the other. Lifting her eyes, Rose felt the breath get knocked out of her. A million thoughts raced through her as she stood frozen in her place, eyes taking in Lark Sullivan and trying to catch every similarity and difference about him. He stood a few feet away, walking and blissfully unaware of her presence around him. At least, it seemed like he hadn’t spotted her yet. Rose didn’t know how long she stood there until eventually, she sucked a breath in. Her feet carried her before she could process what she was doing. “Lark!” She called out, wincing as she did so.  Part of her wanted to talk to him and see him and hug him but the other part was acutely aware of the hurt she had caused him and the very real reality that Lark may want nothing to do with her. As she neared him, the red head was able to give him a soft smile, unsure and uneasy. “Hi.” She breathed, wrapping and around herself as a sort of protection because she wasn’t sure how he would react to seeing her again. @larksullivan

It was strange being back in Peach Hollows, he hadn’t been gone that long but it felt like a lifetime ago. Shortly after Rose dumped him and left for rehab, Lark threw himself into his music and band, deciding that he needed a distraction from it all, the heartbreak and what better way to deal with heartache than music. He would call home frequently enough when he was on tour, and his sister even joined him on the road for a little while but he did his best to avoid the town, it was all too much of a reminder of Rose.

With the tour finally wrapped up Lark had no real excuse not to come home, not with his parents always asking when he was going to come home. He did stay with a friend in New York for awhile but eventually the time came to return to Peach Hollows. Thanks to his family he knew Rose had come back sometime ago, working at Leo’s place so normally that had been an area he’d come to avoid during work hours, as well as any other places his sister mentioned that Rose went to often. He didn’t exactly harbor a grudge against his ex but the idea of seeing her again, it just wasn’t something he was ready to face quite yet, despite that it had been two years. So when he heard an all too familiar voice call out his name he didn’t have to look up to know whose it was.

Lark froze at the sound of Rose’s voice, his gaze going in the direction of where it had come from, finally laying his eyes on Rose after all this time. It was a bittersweet feeling, seeing the woman he loved again but it also brought back all those feelings he’d been avoiding - just like he’d been avoiding her. He took a deep breath as she approached, taking a second to collect himself. It wasn’t like he could avoid this forever. “Hey.” He replied, giving her a half smile back, it wasn’t genuine but he was doing his best to be polite and make this as painless as possible. What was he suppose to say to her? It felt wrong, she’d been his girlfriend and best friend and now he didn’t even know how to talk to her. 

          It had been a mistake on her part when the his name came flooding from her lips and a part of her prayed that he hadn’t heard it. That he’d continue on his way leaving her to remain unnoticed– not being forced to deal with the mess she’d created. Leaving five years ago had been the easiest choice to make, but her decision to turn into a ghost had been the hardest. Night and day, the blonde itched to pick up his phone calls, to answer the text messages..  but it was her own fear that seemed to stop her. Even when everything in her life seemed to be caving in all around her, it was Lark Sullivan that remained solid. He seemed to be the only good thing in her life and for a while, that was all she needed. It was their relationship, the love they shared, that kept her spirits up. He made her feel as though everything was going to be alright and throughout these dark days, there’d be a light somewhere in the end. 

It was during the final moments with her mother that forced Mercy to come to terms with reality– it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough. As much as the female loved the man with all of her heart, she couldn’t rely on him to continuously fuel that sense of false hope. No matter how strong their bond had been, the only way she’d truly be happy was to leave. Get out of town and never look back. Leaving him with nothing but memories was the worst choice she could’ve made, but at the time, it’d been the easiest thing to do. It was easy to just ignore the calls as opposed to having to admit how she felt out loud. Being forced to tell her boyfriend that he couldn’t make her as happy as she wanted to be? Mercy couldn’t bring herself to do it and instead, simply turn into a ghost. He would’ve been better without her anyway.

What are you doing here? It was the sound of his voice that made it clear she’d been staring and swiftly lowered her gaze, attention now falling toward the half empty glass that rested before her.  “.. I won’t be here long.” Her words sounding like a promise and truth be told, they were. Mercy had no intentions of remaining and as soon as everything on her end was settled, she’d be long gone and far, far away from Georgia. “Just tyin’ up some loose strings.”

I won’t be here long. Whatever notion Lark had about not being angry about the situation, at her, was a lie. He realized that when she answered his question, letting out a short humorless laugh, that was almost more of a huff than laugh but his annoyance was clear in the sound. “Of course, I wouldn’t expect you to stick around.” His arms coming up to cross over his chest as he stood by the edge of the table, the thought of just walking away - like she had, came to mind but the brunette stayed in place.

It was harder than he ever imagined, not that he pictured running into Mercy again, years ago he had. At night he would entertain the idea of seeing her again, part of him hoping she would come back. He’d once imagined a warm reunion, that she’d come back and be sorry and say it was a mistake, they’d work it out because they were in love. After that it turned into him thinking of all the ways he’d just tell her off, tell her how fucked up it all was and he’d done nothing to deserve this. But it quickly became evident that neither scenario would ever happen so he moved on and tried not to put anymore thought into seeing his ex again, forget her just as she did him.

Staring down at her now, it was difficult to forget, to keep to his idea that he’d move on from it all, that he didn’t care anymore. “I didn’t realize you knew how to tie up loose ends.” He said coldly, letting his emotions get the better of him. Her sudden appearance made it impossible to fake indifference, to act like it had no impact.

closed starter  —  @larksullivan​​ .

         Mercy knew leaving town the way she did wasn’t exactly the best way to handle things, but it needed to be done. It felt as if her world was crumbling down around her and no matter how much she tried to pretend that everything was okay … it wasn’t. Never had been.  Her last three years living in Peach Hollows felt like a nightmare and Mercy felt as though she was suffocating. Every breath she took feeling harder than the last until she finally grew tired and had enough. Her decision had been made on a whim, her anger doing nothing but fueling her and before she knew it, she was on the first bus got out Georgia – leaving behind everything and everyone. Including her boyfriend. The blonde didn’t have it in her to go around town, mingling with the residents and pretending as if she hadn’t done what she had. Instead, she merely tried her hardest to keep herself out of sight from those who’d been on the receiving end of her selfish decision. 

With the funeral finally being put to an end, the only thing that seemed to be on Mercy’s mind was a drink. Something strong enough to get her through the rest of her day, wanting to drink away all of the emotions that came along with being back in town. Thus, there she was seated in one of the farthest booths The Graveyard had to offer– pretending as though it was enough to conceal herself from those who surrounded her. Wishful thinking that was. 

Her bright blue hues remained rested on the table, lost in her own thoughts and she almost hadn’t even seen him walking past her. Almost. Seeing someone walking past was enough to have her gaze shift up instinctively and realizing how it had been, those same eyes immediately grew wide– heart feeling as though it’d fallen to stomach. For the first time in a long time, Mercy seemed to be at a loss for words. “Lark?” His name fell from her suddenly dry mouth, unable to hide the surprise that came along with it. 

It was a risk coming to the graveyard, when he left town Rose still hadn’t been working at the bar but there was a chance she might have gotten her job back over time. Part of him wanted to see her, which was why he came to the bar in the first place but the other part of him was nervous, beyond nervous. In truth, it would probably be better for him not to see her but in a small town like peaches it was unlikely to happen, especially when he went to places she was known to be. 

Lark had been so focused and worried about his run in with his most recent ex that he didn’t consider seeing another one of his exes. He hadn’t seen or heard from Mercy in five years, she didn’t even tell him she was leaving town, one day he messaged her to see if she was going to come over after he finished worked and nothing. He messaged her a couple more times that night and even called her but still nothing. Concerned he went by Mercy’s place to see if everything was okay, only to learn she wasn’t there and her mother was no help. It went like that for a little while, Lark trying to get in touch with her but no response, finally he left a voicemail saying this was bullshit and he was done, it wasn’t the best goodbye but it was better than Mercy’s non-exist farewell. 

There was no mistaking it was her sitting at the table though, the very last person he thought he’d run into coming back to town. He may not have noticed her just walking by the table but hearing his name caused him to pause and look over. Lark couldn’t believe it, he just stood there staring down at her for a moment, a look of surprise clear on his face. His head nodded slightly, as if confirming it was him, trying to think of what to say. Lark had long ago moved past being angry about the situation, mostly, and now he just felt a small twinge of agony. “Wh - what are you doing here?” He asked tightly, it was the only thing he could think to ask. 

     “tell me why i’m so relieved this shift is ending in like ten minutes but i’m not even planning to go home yet.” j.d. mused into the void, always keeping conversation with customers, but more so if his friends happened to be around. in a way, he was talking just to talk, he didn’t want anyone to actually posit a theory as to why, because it was fairly obvious. those that knew him knew about what had happened with his ex-girlfriend, though not all of them knew she was literally sitting inside his apartment right now. sighing, he removed the rag from over his shoulder and wiped the bar down thoroughly before lifting his gaze to them again. “you want anything else before i head back to hide until i’m done?” he asked, giving them a coy little grin.                / @peacheshqstart​

“Cause very few people actually wanna do their job?” Lark guessed with a shrug, with his experience of bartending he was always glad to be done - whether he left the club or not, being in front of the bar was more fun. “What are your plans when freedom comes?” He asked taking a sip from his drink. It was typical of Lark to hang out at a bar, while his partying had calmed down a bit. officially being back home was nerve-wracking and a drink or two helped him to cope with the possibilities of what was to come. “Since you’re asking, another draft.” He replied, finishing off what was left in his glass. 

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Fuck yes he does. Lark prefers to be the rigger but he doesn’t mind being tied up from time to time. 

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

Lark is pretty adventurous, he’s done a couple threeways before. Been to a kink event or two that has lead to multiple partners at a time. 

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Lark has a collection of calvin klein and saxx boxer briefs that he mostly wears. 

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

Lights can be on or off, he’s not picky. There is no mood light set up, unless he’s trying to be super romantic which is rare and that would probably involve candles. 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

There was a slight jumped that took over when Lark reached out and took her hands. His words caused her to look away from him, unable to believe his sentiments were true. All of her life, she had been a burden. Her own parents had never wanted her and from the moment she had left their cushy life, she had been looked down on. She got it. She had been a street rat, a druggie, she knew the looks that got but that didn’t make them hurt any less. Finley had been the first to look beyond that and she hadn’t found someone like that since her. Sure, she had found others that had wanted her, but only in the most carnal and fun of ways. At least, until Lark came into her life. It took a second, but eventually, she lifted her gaze to meet his, eyes glassy as she tried to believe that this was the way he saw her. It surprised her to see the tears lining his eyes as well and it dawned on her that he caught what she had said – how she truly felt about him. “You’re more stubborn than I am.” She whispered, the faintest of chuckles going through her as he promised that he wasn’t leaving her. Rose’s eyes fell shut as Lark pressed his forehead against hers, taking a breath to steady herself as she tried to believe him. But the breath that was exhaled was shakier than she had intended it at the soft words that Lark spoke between them. It wasn’t a confession – no, they hadn’t done that yet. She wondered if they ever would. But it was at the same time; just like hers had been. Except, she never would have expected Lark to say that to her. He had said he cared about her endlessly, just like her to him. But love? Rose pulled her head back slightly, meeting his gaze, searching.  What she found had Rose letting go of Lark’s hand and moving to cup his cheeks, “I’m going to try, really try to get better.” She promised him, because she didn’t want Lark to worry about her like this. She didn’t want to become that Rose. “Don’t give up on me.” She begged, even though he had already said he wouldn’t. “You won’t lose me.” It was heavy promise she made, knowing that it was biggest fear. Even if he hadn’t voiced it minutes prior, she had seen it in his eyes. The same fear that so often had flooded her whenever she had looked at Finley all those years ago. 

Part of him was waiting for Rose to fight him again, to say something else that he’d have to dismiss or despite his previous words tell him to leave again. Instead she fell more quiet and Lark wasn’t sure what to make of it, she eventually met his gaze and he didn’t shy away from it. Looking into her eyes, doing his best to convince her that he wasn’t going away, to show it. The corner of his lips tugged up slightly at her comment, “only when it comes to things that matter, otherwise I don’t come close to out doing your stubbornness.” That was good, a small teasing comment was the best possible sign. Relief washed over him, letting out a breath and he leaned into her touch, the warmth of her hand against his cheek. Somehow, even with him having no idea what he was doing, he manged to get through to her. Rose was going to try. “Thank you.” He managed to get out, feeling of relief was almost overwhelming and he felt a few more tears sliding down his face, grateful ones this time. “Never, I’ll always be here for you, Rose.” He promised again, covering her hand with his own. His head turned slightly to kiss her palm, hearing her promise, his lips lingering against her hand.  He was at a loss for what to say, or more accurately scared to say it, it barely matter that he’d just hinted at it seconds ago. Lark kissed her palm again, “good, cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He settled on instead of the words he really wanted to say.

Dom: serious question

Dom: do you think Scarlett will be into the idea of naming our kid Parker?

Dom: like Peter Parker. But don't tell her

Lark: maybe

Lark: just don't mention the namesake

Tonight was not Juliettes night, obviously as she started to storm out of the house that was the location of the latest house party that she had gone to. She ran into someone and gave them an exasperated sigh. “You’re not going to believe this, some dude drank way too much and then decided to upchuck all over my sweater.” She was honestly disgusted and pissed which was why she was making a speedy exit so she could get to her car and peel this sweater off and go home. “Please tell me you have an extra sweater or something laying around so I can just get rid of this one.” | @peachesstart​

Lark couldn’t help but laugh at the girl and her you’re not going to believe this, as a bartender and someone who spent a great deal of time in bars, that was a very believable statement. He couldn’t count the times he’d witness people throw up and occasionally getting on someone else. “It happens, be happy it didn’t get in your hair.” Lark, who had been on his way, just looked down at himself, wondering how the girl thought he’d have extra clothing on him. “I have this.” He said pulling at the flannel shirt he was wearing. 

usually, if he was able to work with someone, things went a lot faster than he’d necessarily expect them to. with lark, it did kind of feel like he had potentially met that one person that could join his team – if only to get his new work out there on the internet and in the media. he had done such a good time the last time they sat together and with see no evil hitting it off bigger than either of them expected, it was time to work on a second game that would bring even more revenue in if he got his way. for jason, it was equally as stressful because he spent most of his time alone. all the sketches he did? it took a while to perfect them, but he always managed. scattered out over the table in front of him were at least twenty and he needed an opinion. he needed to pick out the monster design. he needed it right and whatever one they decided on  – he needed it added to his website. the main character had been uploaded several weeks ago and there seemed to be even more traffic hitting his gaming website these days. the fans wanted more. the best thing he could do was do just that. plus, he needed advice. he had left peach hollow for a reason and the news that was dropped in his lap had been great, but like many things. there was always a catch. if he took the role offered to him by a company, it meant putting his own games on a back burner and he had mixed feelings about it. it wasn’t every day you were offered a job designing things for dead by daylight, however and perhaps working with a team would be better. “ i asked you to come over for two reasons, mate. first, i need a design. “ he gestured towards the sketches littering the table in front of him. “ second thing? if you had a chance to design something for a pretty well known company, would you take the offer even if it meant pushing your own games back? “ @larksullivan​

Without a doubt, the best job Lark had ever gotten so far was the one he’d gotten from Jason, working on his game see no evil. It was unlike any other design job he’d done, the man having a unique aesthetic that was fun to play with. He enjoyed it far more than the event posters or small logo designs he did from time to time.  So he was pumped about the chance to do it again, knowing Jason had started work on his second game - the reason he’d invited Lark over. Long legs stretched out in front of him, Lark listened to the other speak, leaning forward a bit to take a glance at the papers on the table but not fully going through them yet. His attention still mostly on Jason and his question. “Well that depends, is it something I wanna work on or is it more about the pay and having a steady job?” There had to more factors to consider, “how long do you think the games would be pushed back?”