#rough as hell

Fruity Four Adventures: Earthquakes 

Upside Down, the ground starts to shake again, the boys take a tumble... 

Oblivious, the two of them. While the other two are having an internal crisis. Closer? Closer together? or closer to the centre of the chaos? 

I read 1 fic, 1 fic! And here we are... I’m suddenly obsessed.   

“Stones in your pockets, sacerdotessa,” said Spada. “Go on, show her how.”

The Minister looked steadily at her daughter, tears welling in her eyes despite every effort to hold them back.

“Like this, my sweet,” she said. Her hands trembled as she picked up a stone and pocketed it as she was told; her voice, too.

The child searched her face for some explanation, not understanding. She grimaced and wept, shaking her head. 

“Please, my dearest,” choked the Minister, reaching for another stone. “Do as he says.” 

“I can’t swim, Mama.” 

You are made for bigger things

Than you and I silently

Laying in the dark together

Each with our own pain.

Where do we go from here?

Rewind the clock one year or ten

It’s all the same.

You’ll choose her again and again

While early morning guitar notes

Have you reopening the scars

If you thought the vampire train was stopping you were dead wrong. jokes.txt