ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ

tw drugs and torture

“When you don’t come from a spy family it hits you like a ton of bricks.” Orion offers, not necessarily to comfort or for any reason other than that they believe this to be the truth. People who come from spy families are better accustomed, their response to this is less intense, or so they assume. “Next thing we know someone’s gonna start hacking into our computers talking to us in a fucking Jigsaw mask.” They would actually enjoy that, it’d be pretty funny. Someone already thought they were fucking Anonymous by hacking into the school system. “Dude, duh.” Orion has nothing better to do, plus, they’re one of the few people they enjoy being around. 

Wilder’s been doing the same three things on rotation: baking, smoking, and avoiding people. Most of the faces he’s seen lately are people close to him, those he’s checked in on, those he doesn’t want to start feeling distant from again. Lex, of course, makes the cut. Kind of hopes Lex won’t ask, but knows them well enough to know they will, so the sigh he exalts is low, blows out smoke to cover it. “I know you won’t.” Has to say that first, it’s important to him. “I just…don’t really know what talking is gonna do?” Not sounding like himself. 

it felt like lex had just begun seeing light return to wilder’s eyes. they remembered the first day they went to see them in their room, dragged them out of bed to talk about clouds. it felt like that again, but heavier this time. something ripped from him that they didn’t know if they could help patch up this time. they couldn’t put a superhero bandaid on this. “i guess...for me saying shit out loud is what stops it from repeating in my head over and over.” they take the joint from him to take a hit themself, then hand it back over to him. gallagher has never felt more silent than it does right now. “but if you wanna talk about other shit, like if you wanna be distracted, i have an entire brain bank of conversation starters ready to go.”

“It’s a spy school, isn’t that like, what people are training to do anyway?” Just cause they had a degree or something that made it legal didn’t mean that it would morally be any less fucked up for them to do it after graduating. “Just like getting my own fucking welcome back party.” They weren’t in the book, though, which meant Martina and anyone else they cared about would never have to know the things they didn’t want them to know. Including where they had been for the last two weeks. “This isn’t a fucking coming of age movie where we all learn each other’s secrets and suddenly we’re all friends. More like a horror movie, if you ask me.” 

Orion has never known how to interact with anyone so they’re currently in the same boat. The book being released was naturally a big thing, especially since they’d been gone for a bit and that was what they came back to. In their life they’d witnessed a lot of fucked up things and they’re not sure how they should even react to anything anymore. Seeing Lex made them feel a bit more at ease, or like at least they’d soon be at ease, they took their stuff from him and shoved into the front pocket of their backpack. “I got my own personal shit, so like, I kind of don’t give a fuck about who here is an assassin or who is stalking who.” They were only at Gallagher because their aunt and uncle forced them to be. “Uh, how about you, though? You doing alright?” If the words sound forced coming out, it’s because they are, Orion is still trying to manage asking others about themselves and genuinely caring although Lex is pretty cool so caring about him couldn’t be that hard. 

      “I love it when we do events outside.” Asher comments from his spot reclined on the grass. “Especially now the weather’s getting warmer.” // @oflex

“ Are there any without alcohol ? ” He questioned then, scrunching up a bit when the other said artificial, like that was supposed to be a good sounding thing. “If I want to try grass, there’s a lot of it on the floor.”

“ if i do it without using my hands, can i get two? ” he doesn’t smoke much, so will probably just give it to luce. or seb.

martinaw·

“Glitter’s gonna get everywhere. I’m in.” @wildandwilder·

“Did you eat a lot of the treats? Try not to puke.” This is him saying yes but also being thoughtful. @oflex​ 

“i just had some of the cake that looks like fish...” it looked like it was pretty popular ! “should i wait? oh ! maybe we can sit in a patch of sun. i’ll probably get sweaty enough doing that.” @martinaw​

He turned his head a bit, placing a small kiss against the male’s forehead before nodding. “Well, either way - I’m not letting them catch you. It’s the cutie secruity system,” he joked, nudging him a bit reassuringly. If anything, Zane had noticed in jail that even criminals had good hearts. Some, at least. “Yeah, I’d only use my own. I’d never have to worry about supporting an asshole founded company anymore.” Though - he wasn’t really sure if there were any ceramic companies that had dicks as bosses .. but probably.

Wilder doesn’t even get a word in at Lex’s spiel, but he glances up here and there to catch their face as they ramble, a small smile on his lips and a light laugh to show he’s listening. “I love that guy.” Is his takeaway. “Wasn’t he in Shrek?” And naturally he’d remember the film where Antonio Banderas isn’t even human. “I feel like Twitter is always mad about something.” Wilder doesn’t keep up on celebrities so he never knows what’s going on, he’s here for the memes not the drama. “Yeah?” Can’t help the way he gets soft at that; Wilder is so good to his friends that he has to work a little harder to give his best friends a special experience. “Good then, yeah. I like having the best friend price. Feeling special.” Less so for the bud and more to just spend time with Lex, realizing he doesn’t really care if they’re smoking or not. “You’ve dodged my knife this time.” He jokes, though he would never. He smiles, “Okay. Close ‘em, no peeking.” 

he was right. twitter was always mad about something, though lex chose to find their truth in the anger of people online. when it was valid, at least, and didn’t come from psycho q*nons. “oh my god, he totally was. honestly the role of a lifetime. oh, and he was the hot dad in spy kids. i wanted one of those microwaves so bad growing up,” he sighed. they noticed the soft smile when they called him their best friend, and it made lex sit a bit taller in pride that they were able to tears down the friend to best friend brick wall that stood between so many of his friendships. “no peaking. promise. make it good or i’ll revoke your best friend card.”

Brows raise at his words, not sure if he was being sarcastic or not. “ Do they think you’re a cutie and that’s why ? ” Yeah, it was definitely the weed that was hitting him .. and well the fact that he needed to desensitise it in order to not feel threatened .. and turned on. “Just like do something nice and relaxing. Open a pottery store where you can have tea or something.” Though, he was barely creative enough to do anything along those lines.

“ Are these cocktails even any good ? ” The male questioned as he watched Lex take a sip, his brows knitting together into a frown. “There’s a reason nature made colorful things poisonous, you know.” / @oflex​