#howalphasroar

marry me

gladly tbh i feel like you’d be an incredible life partner

howalphasroar replied to your post: ur fave is problematic: me watches the rainbow...

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i’ve missed you all so terribly oh g od

herkill replied to your post: ur fave is problematic: me watches the rainbow...

ahhhh, you’re so beautiful gdi

i love u

   all she can do is wash her face.

                    of the war paint. of the blood. of the dirt. of the guilt.                    her back is turned to the boy who's no longer putting                    up a fight. she only knows that because her ears hear                    no more signs of struggle. she suspects when she turns,                    he'll be slumped over with his arms still being held.                    a look of defeat and disappoint toward the ground of                     her tent. emotions that lexa will pretend she didn't                    recognize when she finally turns.

                                   ' leave us. '

                   it's simply thrown over her shoulder, but her voice                    holds a gruffness. like she's making up for the certain                   violence they avoided by not involving themselves into                   the war to the best of her ability. there's the sound of                   moving, feet shuffling until she's certain they're no                   longer in her tent with them. 

                                  the two of them are alone now, and there's still anxiety in                                   her chest at the thought of turning around. so she doesn't.

why do i ever tell you anything that was supposed to be HOT STEAMY AND BETWEEN US

                                     ‘ i don't know what to DO. ’ 

         it's a bit overdramatized, legs dangling over the edge of scott's bed. fingers come to rub circles          behind her glasses before taking them off all together,               flinging them onto soft blankets. 

       she's so screwed. felicity's mom has been worried about her–––––––love life. recently. so this guy,        this ONE SAVING GRACE,        was supposed to be her ticket to getting her mom off of her back.

                     not to mention how…how nice it was, thinking someone wanted to be with you.

                                                                 and then, you know. he dumped her.

                                                                                                                               TYPICAL. 

         felicity memorizes the swirls of paint, of plaster,   on his ceiling. not that she doesn't know them          already. there is NO PLACE she likes more than his, after all. crashes here more often than not.

                                      she's at the foot of the bed, turns her head to find scott with                                       his laptop, listening.      as always. EVEN when she rambled. 

                 he was her  b e s t  f r i e n d . she'd do the same for him, but it was–––he was special. 

                                                           ＷＨＥＮ ＳＨＥ ＨＡＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ， ＳＨＥ ＨＡＤ ＳＣＯＴＴ．

                              twists further, lies on her side. pokes a finger at the hole in his sock.

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                 laughter passes her lips in peals,   arms twining around his shoulders, his neck.                  felicity's got her legs wrapped securely around his torso, chin resting,    almost,                  in the crook of his shoulder.  she didn't NEED a piggy back ride, technically–––                  her ankle was only a little bit sore. they would've made it back to her apartment                  easily,                                                                    but––––––––––––––––––––––––

                                      she laughs again. he's fast. 

                                                                                                ‘ slow down, now, ’ 

              pauses between words to catch her breath between the laughter, between their grins.               she holds on tighter,       feels the slide of hands over the backs of her thighs ;; gentle,               but secure.                                                                                  feels kind of safe, here.