#errat

Hongcha: If you don’t have that need to stick around, though... If you are content with your death and its circumstances, then I’m sure you’d just move on.

Hongcha: Though, if you want to make sure someone doesn’t come back, there’s only one way to be sure of it. Scatter their ashes. It’s the easiest way to defeat a ghost or keep one from forming.

Feline Fine

Eyy finished a gif of Errat and Trion just staring at each other in the voidy place

With Errat building his own team for world domination nyar.

                       the slightest  rosy hue spread over delicate mocha cheeks as his lips pressed to her forehead. a shy smile made it’s way to her face as her eyes gazed attentively up at the monument of a man. ❛❛ what was that for? ❜❜ she inquired innocently, casually glancing away for a few moments.

as if out of nowhere,   hannah was living in a damn nightmare.   a horrible,   terrible,   all-too-bad one that she couldn’t escape.   maybe she brought the bad shit on herself,   just like zach once told her.   this could probably be linked back to her own stupidity,   leaving her to be the one at blame for every part that lead her to be in this shitty situation.   none of it mattered anymore.   in fact,   nothing mattered.   reaching out to anyone was a hassle   –   letting them in on her secret wasn’t something that she could ever bring herself to say out loud,   so instead she internalized it,   leaving it there for her to wallow in.   a slight glimmer of hope sparked in her the moment zach appeared outside her bedroom window.   truth be told,   in the state that she was in,   it was even too much to drag herself out of bed just to kick him out.   instead,   she let him sit there,   once again to the point where it was almost laughable if she had the energy to do so.   there was no reason why he was like this   –   why he came to her rescue again,   but just like the time before,   she couldn’t open her mouth to speak.   the second the whispered comfort left his lips,   she couldn’t help the tears that brimmed her eyes.   there were no words for her to say now   &   as much as she never wanted to be touched again,   a weakened hand reached out for his,   praying that he’d accept   &   grasp it in his in return.

it is.   MAYBE IT TWENTY YEARS THIS WOULD ALL MATTER.    how much longer is the world going to have to suffer until people just figure out how to stop hurting each other?        they could move things much faster if they would just LISTEN TO HIM.     but deep down tyler knows they shouldn’t.    he CAN’T lead-- his path is always the wrong one.    cyrus helps, clay is trying.     ZACH STANDS IN THE BACKGROUND.      smile plastered on his face.  in many of the pictures tyler’s taken the enabling baseball player had the same GRIN.    he must have showed it to hannah a few times.    maybe if tyler could smile like that she would have thought he was SOME KIND of beautiful too.     “it’s not ENOUGH, zach.   it wasn’t enough for her-- and it WASN’T FOR ALEX--   and it won’t be for whoever is next either.”     boney fingers grip the strap of his backpack tight as he leans into speak.   “we have to do MORE.   stop being such a coward.”       tyler isn’t afraid anymore.    if zach feels like he has something left to lose, like he play both sides for his own sake?     his morality isn’t any more skewed than tyler’s own.      at the end of the day everyone has contributed to the fire.

       helping the athlete with homework had been his side of their ARRANGEMENT, typically  /   && provided an excuse to be around the other more besides physical therapy. not that ALEX would ever complain about either vantage point of this.     ❛  dude,  i don’t,  because you’re  not.   ❜ there was some huge history essay due in the following week && it appeared to be challenging for his friend ;   ❛ we just gotta finish this together.  maybe it’d be easier if we got some snacks from the liquor store && snuck it back here in your jacket ?    ❜