#oesteds

for  a  moment  she  wonders  if  he’s  drunk !   but  the  softness  puts  her  mind  at  ease.   and  the  warmth  of  his  hands  pulling  her  closer.   she  likes  the  way  he  holds  her,    all  the  ways  he  can  touch.   tug  ---  her  heartstrings  are  singing.     ❛  𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔  𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒚𝒐𝒖 ?  ❜  she  piques,   but   soon  can  say  no  more  before  he’s  kissing  her.   and  everything  melts  away.

ah babe !!!! okay lemme kick this off by saying you’re so freaking talented, it’s disgusting how talented you are icb ://// like idk how you write so fluently and beautifully but you manage it and it literally renders me speechless ??? and like nothing you write ever seems forced or… out of character ??? you’re ridiculously incredible and i’m slightly jealous of how your writing…. but amazed all the same !!! i’m so thankful you followed me and even more thankful to have you as a writing partner and a friend because it’s so clear that you’re incredibly passionate about not only john bit every character you write !!!! and i admire that about you, i mean you truly inspire me to become a better write so thank you for that !! you’re exceptionally kind, welcoming and supportive out of character and i thoroughly enjoy any and every chance we get to talk because you’re such a delight and so easy to get along with !!! thank you for always being a shining light on my dash but more importantly thank you for following me and reaching out because you’re truly phenomenal and i cant imagine not knowing you !! i love you so much !!!!

          HOW  HE  WISHES  FOR  A  SENSE  OF  NORMALCY.     as  normal  as  one  could  call  a  group  of  thieves,   degenerates,    good  -  for  -  nothings.    thriving  to  survive,    tucked  tail   to  avoid  conflict  and  wear.     the  noose  around  each  of  their  necks  has  grown  tighter  as  the  months  go,    charles  has  found  himself  losing  even  more  sleep  than  his  previous  years,    doused  with  nerves  and  worry  for  others  around  him.     chin  stays  up,    he  keeps  himself  busy,    BEAVER  HOLLOW  isn’t  much  of  a  camp,   but  there’s  always  work  that  must  be  done.     in  the  midst  of  it  all,    he  finds  john  farther  from  the  others,   head  bowed  and  shoulders  in.     charles  near  -   silent  footsteps  come  to  a  stop  a  foot  or  so  behind  him,     speaking  up  after  a  moment’s  pause.     ❝    you  okay?    ❞         /        @oesteds​!

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