#brxkensovls

Liam stood with Chernobyl, the pair just chattering away about their cars. Of course, Chernobyl decided to throw another party. It was often he did, he rather enjoyed the company others brought. And, his house was the prime gathering spot. With the amount of space he had, it was always the best place. 

Though Liam was casting sideways glances at Everett, always keeping the other in his eyesight. While they hadn’t came out officially to everyone yet, it was still habit for Liam to make sure the other was always safe.

But soon another was approaching Everett-- the same other from the last party. While Liam tried to keep his temper controlled, he wasn’t aware of himself loosing composure. His eyes were slowly hardening, the grip on his cup tightening as jealousy rose on his chest. But what could he do, in this situation? Any reaction from him would surely raise an eyebrow. 

But Chernobyl noticed those subtle reactions, already suspicious. Liam, he knew, was rather jealous of those who were around those closest to him. But, he already had thoughts about the other and Everett.

It was the sound of plastic cracking that made Liam realize just what he was doing, quickly putting his cup down on the nearest flat surface. “Liam!” Chernobyl scoffed, glancing at the few drops of liquid now on his floor. “Are you okay?”

“Fine-- Fine.” Liam said quickly, a snap to his tone. That snap made Chernobyl cock an eyebrow, though he didn’t have time for words. 

“Go-- make yourself useful instead of making a mess on my floors.” 

      The low light in the gallery soothed the pounding caffeine headache thudding away behind his eyes; creeping anxiety made his fingers twitch. he rubbed out an itch on his chin with his shoulder, twice, dragging the rough cloth of his hoodie up to his ear then back down. he cleared his throat. grateful that the other occupants milled within their own personal bubble --- and at the opposite side of the room. ratty trainers stopped in front of a lit section of wall. the red piece loomed like a threat. he liked it. a smile briefly danced before his teeth pulled the offending lip back in to be gnawed. jamie opened his sketch book, black ink pen fished out from behind his ear [which was slightly stained with black], he began to sketch what the shattered girls made him feel. made him breathe. a halting breath; hot and stinging in his lungs, like tears. he wondered if the painter considered the family of the girls ---if they are horrified. if they existed. 

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Solanine huffed our a heavy sigh as he listened to Kinsey speak, he shook his head and chewed the inside of his cheek. Nervous habit. “Don’t associate me with those people..” The male looked out of the window and was thankful the night was rolling in, was he ready to show the other what was—his true nature. “I am nice, caring and kind-hearted but don’t get it twisted because I have small fuses..I don’t want to hurt anyone, I’m not a fuckin’ fake—“ He clenched his hands. “But that’s not what I mean—when I say I’m not like them, I mean I’m not even a human.!” As the baby vamp raised his voice his fangs popped out and Solanine didn’t even mean to let that slip past his lips..the hint of irritation made the words practically ooze from within. “Shit—I mean, just...just don’t be afraid of me alright.” Sol did his best to remain calm, most people he’d open up to would run off and scream in fear. He just wanted someone he could be open about this with and have them not be terrified.

I currently have 13 drafts, only 2 of which I know I will be replying to upon my comeback (both of my new threads with @alittlenotordinary​​)

All other threads are to be dropped. I’m sorry, but they’ve just been saved for so long that I cannot muster up the muse to write them up.

They will be listed below the read more. If there is anything y’all wanna plot before my comeback, please feel free to message me. Especially regarding these threads because mY BABIES YALL

unsent letter. || @brxkensovls

Everett,

It’s funny that I’m here, sitting in my room, where you’ve been countless times before, only wishing that you would be here again. Yes, I’m going straight for the saucy part of this— Mostly because I’m no good at the ‘decorating words’ part of this job.

I met you eating tater tots at the cafeteria, and wondering if you were straight was the first, but not only thing that passed through my mind. My face feels warm and red for saying this, but I think that there’s something more than ‘I like you, friend’ going on here, at least on my side.

But still, it’s hard. We both live in places where we can’t be ourselves, and I wouldn’t want you to go through the risk of getting beaten up for holding someone’s hand.

Only in my dreams.

Madox had finished up his shift at the diner, yelling a farewell out the back to the boys before walking into the main restaurant. He shoved his apron into his bag, chatting to the front of house ladies, charming them with that sweet smile of his as he did everyday. Luckily for Madox, his apartment block was right next door, and so he was never in much of a rush. 

He had hung around the front for a few minutes before leaving, and as he was saying his goodbyes, a face had caught his eye. Madox furrowed his brow, giving the girls a wave before wandering over to the familiar man. Biting his lip as he approached the booth, he tilted his head to the side slightly, “Alex? Alexander King?”

                 Old habits die hard. It was true, but the sentence still stung -- enough for the necromancer to falter and turn around. He probably meant nothing by it, and yet Mylo automatically opened his mouth to retort, explain away his decision to abandon the other. His downfall had always been his short-fuse. No words came out, however, and he slowly pressed his lips tightly together. He had almost escaped, again. But that sounded like he wanted to. When he left Abel, he had a choice - of course, it was all his - but at the time, it felt like he was being forced to run. There was no other option, because if he had stayed, the man before him would never be standing here. At least, that was his understanding. Fear made people think the worst of a situation, and there were oftentimes he wondered what if.

               They faced each other like strangers, unsure of what to say -- where to go from here. Even the way Abel spoke his name sounded foreign, as though they had just introduced themselves. They both wanted to make a good impression. The over-whelming feeling to run came rushing forward again, desperate to hide and disappear; it was the only thing he was good at. But he wanted to change, and he hated how the silence stretched on. This was never how they used to be. Sometimes, however, the past needed to stay there. His urge subsided, and he focused on where they were now. He had to face what he caused.

              “You’ve cut your hair,” he observed, and if that had happened back then, he would have laughed. It would have been the most ridiculous thing in the world to Mylo, and he might have made a big fuss of it, making it his mission to embarrass the other. You’ve finally cut your hair, he would have said, hallelujah. But now it was a statement. A simple fact. “You look...different.” He wanted to reach up and touch, feel the softness of his hair and comment on how much it suited him, but he forced his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. “Healthy.” He was glad that the other was doing well, and he wanted to express that, but words failed him. He felt a sense of shame, as though he didn’t deserve to be speaking to Abel.