LANE BOY

CHALLENGE O24   //   DARK SECRETS

a secret that he supposed wasn’t so secret anymore. a secret that ethan ( since the last few month’s events )  wasn’t afraid of keeping a secret anymore. Ethan was the guilty one; the one who should have been eaten alive by the disease behind bars he’d probably rot behind. 

kezia: obviously we're gonna raincheck that one

kezia: dude, my cuddles are pretty intimidating

ethan: are they???????

kezia: i'd rather just watch netflix and ignore the world

kezia: but apparently that's not really an option.

kezia: so yah, wanna face our collective DOOM together?

ethan: i mean we can raincheck that one

ethan: sure

kezia: famous last words.

kezia: listen did you hear abt this Delirium thing?

ethan: yuuupppppp

kezia: thank godziel

kezia: i'd like to keep you at that 100%

ethan: im never gonna be used to hearing the word godziel

ethan: don't worry it's easier than ya think

kezia: pls tell me yr not dead

kezia: i hate how often i have to text you that

[unsent]kezia: please don't be fucking dead

ethan: nah not dead

ethan: the threat of death is far 2 real it's actually concerning

COLOURS.   //  RED ; AN HONESTY POST ABOUT WHAT MY MUSE LIKES ABOUT YOURS. 

COLOURS.   //  BRONZE ; A LIST OF PLOT IDEAS FOR OUR MUSES.

i dunno why but i want one of them to adopt a dog and the other having to help them sneak it into the apartment building 

the two of them goin out 2 a bar trying to recruit new ppl to the church but accidentally enjoying it too much and just getting drunk and bonding over tragedies!!

OO1: He has a perfectly kept Nintendo 64 back at his apartment. Its one of his prized possessions for multiple reasons. One: it was both he and James’. They shoved their pocket money together to buy it one afternoon after school. And, Two: He holds the highest Mario Kart score on that console. It isn’t played very much anymore, only because he struggles to find the time. Though he will often bring it out when people are over for a hit of nostalgia. 

OO2: He cannot keep still for longer than 30 seconds. Whether it be him having to tap his foot or thrum his fingers against any surface he can find, he cannot do it. Focusing isn’t so much a problem, but shit. Ask him to sit still for a minute and he might just pop a blood vessel trying. People sitting close to him will often have to remind him to stop clicking the pen so loud or keep the tapping to a quieter note.  

Lazarus chuckled dryly. “You might be surprised. I just had someone spontaneously combust in my room,” he said with a pained expression, looking back over his shoulder toward the pile of ash that used to be Naomi. The realization that strange things were happening to others gave him a little hope that maybe things weren’t as they seemed. 

“Start simple. Why are you naked?” 

“Spontaneously combust? Sounds serious.” His tone was somber, looking over to where Lazarus was. But as strange as the news of spontaneous combustion was, it gave him an odd reassurance... he guessed. Shifting his weight, Ethan grabbed the towel tighter and shook his head. 

This was harder to talk about than he thought it would be. “Basically i was in the bath and the bathroom turned into a jail cell and... let’s just say i got out. Towel was the only thing i had to cover me.” He gave a near sheepish shrug, biting his tongue a little before he spoke. “That’s why.”