#brawnfare

random act prompts.

her rambling earned a huffed breath flaring at his nostrils, something too derisive to be full-bodied amused. that’s progress, though, with mutt. one would not be mistaken to stretch the truth a little and find themselves victoriously proclaiming it a laugh.

    on his way from the kitchen in darkness, woods switches on a single crimson shaded lamp and illuminates the living room as well as its visitor in a comforting autumn glow; he isn’t expecting to see bennie curled up on the couch, houseguest out of bed. ❛❛ you startled me — ❜❜  with eyes feeling grainy and dry, he blinks them quickly and looks down, hands of his watch come into focus, ❛❛ love, it’s 3:45 in the morning, ev’ryone’s usually in bed ‘cept for me. ❜❜ that includes perry, who’s probably now curled up in the warm imprint that woods leaves on his occasional nightly downstairs excursions to the kitchen — always for a cup of tea and a blank journal page to fill. 

Send 📖+ an AU scenario to get a glance at what my muse would be like in that universe @delayhope

    What did all stories have in common? A beginning, a middle, and an end. Staci was born in 1992 to Bayani and Leah Pratt. He was raised in a suburb in Helena, Montana. He was a troublemaker, a prankster, just as his name described him. Staci grew up relying on comic books and video games to substitute the bleak reality he was handed. It made him yearn for the chance to save lives. Looking back at those comics, Staci wanted to be the hero he admired as a child.

    When he turned 18, he found that chance in a job opening up in Hope County. The Sheriff’s Department was in need of a Deputy and Staci was quick to fill that role. His senior year of high school flew by, paired with some decent grades, and so did his time in a police academy. Once he was graduated from the academy, he was off on his way to Hope County. He got an apartment a little way from the County, just about a thirty minute drive to work. He was on his own, his parents got a divorce, and for a while? Staci was alone. Alone and scared. But that wasn’t really true.

    He had Rook. He had his best friend. He had his whole world right there by him. They had each other’s backs. Staci had Rook’s secrets. Staci knew Rook could bring stories to life. Staci knew that’s why Rook avoiding speaking, or at the very least, avoided reading things out loud. Silvertongue. That’s what they were called. But Staci and Rook still loved each other. And they made each other better, made each other stronger, and were close as hell, thick as thieves. Until they weren’t. It was time to hunt down Joseph Seed. It was time to arrest him. It was ended in a helicopter crash. The Reaping began. They were separated. Staci to Jacob, Rook to the wilderness.

    One night, Joseph came to the Mountains. Asked to speak with Staci. And Staci was honored. He was honored and obeyed the order to meet with Joseph. They just sat together in a dark, dreary office room in the Veterans Center. Joseph spoke. Joseph spoke all about stories. How he was like the “Deputy”. Silvertongue as well. 

    And Joseph brought Staci into the world. He...did? Staci couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think that was possible. But Joseph kept speaking.

    26 years ago. Read a story about a little boy. It was a story about Judas. How he was raised. How his family treated him. About how Judas was so close to his friend. His closest friend, his confidant. How Judas was treated like he was weak. But he was strong. He was strong and he hurt a lot of people. He betrayed a lot of trust. He failed a lot of people too. But still...he could repent.

    And that’s what Joseph was there for. It was Staci’s time. It was his time to repent. His purpose, his end goal, his plot point, his character arc. His destiny. Staci was destined to return home to his creator. Return to Joseph. So he could finally repent.

    All Staci could do was cry. Weep. Hold his face in his hands and sob. Joseph...Joseph never lied. Joseph told the truth. Joseph read Staci out of that book for a reason. And now, to fulfill his design, all he had to do was repent. And he would do it. He would always repent. For the Father. For his Creator. 

    He just hoped that Rook would forgive him. Forgive him for existing. For acting like he could live a life with Rook. 

fantastic. love it. yes.