#buckandwild

❛    how    are    you    doing,    kate?    ❜    tone    is    casual,    pen    scratching    against    seemingly    endless    notebook    pages     (   always    working,    working,    working   )     as    a    small    glance    is    thrown    in    companion’s    direction.    he    can    tell    she’s    not    at    a    hundred    percent;    the    burden    of    hope    weighing    down    songbird’s    wilting    wings.    ❛    anything    on    your    mind?    ❜    he    keeps    it    simple,    for    her    sake.    you    want    them    to    trust    you    wholly.    years    of    practice    have    made    leader    a    master    in    the    art    of    caring    without    appearing    overbearing    or    nosy.

@buckandwild

@buckandwild​​ / @fixatcd​  ​sent me a  ♗ to use my icon style to make an icon of their muse

『❛   First one of you cocksucker’s I get my hands on is getting a ‘new face’.   ❜』  

There goes my peace ��

relationship meme - accepting !

gently touches your leggy

« best kind of lullaby » / @buckandwild​ / accepting

“Uh—Kate..? I’m fine, I promise…just another bad dream.”     IT FELT SO STRANGE FOR QUENTIN TO HAVE HIS HAND HELD SO GENTLY, especially when he wasn’t used to such kind treatment. Throughout his life, he had been without a figure that was there to touch and nurture him, so whenever human contact was made, he felt shy about it. Especially around Kate, someone who radiated strength and hope. She was such a powerful woman, and he was nothing short of an anxious, tired and resolute boy from Ohio.