#abarration

He continued to get ready, even as the male stalked up to him. He knew Tanner hadn’t meant his words the way they had come out; he was keenly aware of how ‘not gay’ the bully was. Though that didn’t stop him from twisting the boy’s words, successfully embarrassing him in front of his friends. That’s just what happened when you pissed him off.

❝   tanner   !!   let’s go for a road trip   &&.   never come back   !!   ❞

Normally she wouldn’t have interacted with him, not unless he talked to her first, but today was different. Today, she hadn’t been able to store her art project in the proper place before practice, thus leaving it utterly defenseless to the grabby hands of the other students. The second she saw him lift her work from the bench, she panicked; immediately rushing over.

chestnut orbs,   reflecting only emptiness,   concentrate out the window, a foreign world to her. down the road was a grand house, beside it a barn   &.   pens. it seemed this was her destination, her father’s residence. scant amounts were known about her father, only his name, tanner schön,   &.   that he works as a tattoo artist   &.   architect, she couldn’t even   RECALL   his face. so along with having been forced to move countries, the young woman had basically been shipped off to a stranger, placed into a vastly different culture   &.   lifestyle. a drastic contrast from a shitty apartment in LA.

moments later they were parked, luna ignoring whatever   blather   the social worker in the front seat was going on about. inside her chest it felt as if her heart would beat right out of her ribs, her stomach full of nervous butterflies   (   suddenly she was grateful she had skipped breakfast   )   placed from one home where her mother loathed her, into the care of a father she hadn’t seen in roughly eleven years, when she was two years old. 

❝   whatever.   ❞   apprehensive nature does not reflect ‘pon young features,   gaunt   digits shoving the door open so the girl could exit. she wouldn’t allow anyone to know of the   PETRIFIED   heart beating beneath her rib cage.

gathering her few bags,   two total,   luna approaches the foreboding residence, showing no hesitance as bony knuckles reach up to knock on the spruce door thrice. it’s time for confidence,   even if it’s faux.   not long does she have to wait, before a dark haired man is stood before her, large   &.   intimidating, another pang of fear touches her heart. still she keeps up the   MASK.

❝   it’s luna   ??   this is the schön residence right   ??   ❞

@abarration​ || can’t remember what it’s from.

   ❛   i-i know   …   ❜   issak refuses to look at the other boy, not wishing to experience the enmity   &.   disgust he knows is sewn into tanner’s lifestyle. damned to solitary, his sins ‘pon his shoulders he feels he must carry, a hatred issak is unsure if he understands or is simply a habit of his now. how do you help a scarecrow put their stuffing back if still you are fearful of it’s face   ??