Jul 3, 2023
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isla smiled softly as she tilted her head to the side. she chewed on her lip, "what do you think? should we go through with this?"
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@rvral liked for a starter from isla !!
isla smiled softly as she tilted her head to the side. she chewed on her lip, "what do you think? should we go through with this?"
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“ how did they get a hold of that ? ” / @rvral
mouth runs dry and stomach twists in knots. bloodied, tattered, covered in pine needles and soil the t-shirt reads ‘ camp blue ridge ’ across the chest. white converse turned pink and red from blood, jorts singed and frayed. and there it is : that fucking ax. all laid out on the front cover. museums of death and assorted macabre have been begging for any artifact, and he’s been able to ward them off since, well, he doesn’t have any himself. and somehow, there it is. everything he wore when blue ridge turned into the fourth ring of hell, pulled from an evidence locker or something, looking like they pulled it right off his back the moment he stumbled out of the camp. fuck. he couldn’t even get that back. how did some skeezy, gimmicky, endcap magazine get a hold of it ? and why didn’t anyone tell him ? “ i don’t know, ” he forces out. the scent of burnt flesh, the sound of crumbling foundation, the crackling of burning wood. no, no no no no no. give me a fucking break. and to receive this news while at fucking starbucks ? humiliating ! tired, worn, weathered … a sigh. it feels as though he’s run out of the energy to be surprised anymore. colton will never get used to it he’s learned that he has to live with it, and that this will never end, etc etc etc, he’s very much come into terms with his fate. but come on ! blood boils and cools in a flash. not much room to be angry. the realization that there’s nothing he could do immediately sets in. he doesn’t care. pfft, not one bit. then explain why your stomach hurts, colton. throat clears. “ i can’t even get my hands on my own murder outfit. how the everloving shitfuck did the global inquirer get it ? and why is vice already talking about it ? i don’t even think it’s that exciting, and i was the one who was in the fuckin’ jorts ! ”
[ continued ... / @rvral ] a scoff. mostly. it's easy to get defensive, to tell someone ‘ i can take care of myself, ’ but as frida crawls out from under the car, they decide against it. “ what are you, elmo ? talking about yourself in third person like that ? ” deflecting like a goddamn champ, frida ! hands wring against an old rag, leaving the blackened stains of motor oil behind. it’s not out of any realm for an accomplice to check up on them … not at all, actually. but it usually means said ‘ accomplice ’ is just trying to break the ice to ask for something. no shame in it, but judging by the everything about frida, they’d rather just skip the charades. “ i’m fine, ” rum pours into a mug of black coffee. world’s greatest grandpa with a curved golf club for a handle. a glance flashes back suspicion, skepticism, the usual. “ what do you want ? ”
[ continued ... / @rvral ] silence. colton is feeling a full spectrum of emotions all at once. disbelief. he knows it’s true the phone in his pocket won’t stop fucking ringing. agents. friends. social media. his blood pressure has been way above average since olivia crashed into his life, and this is one of those moments where he almost asks ‘ is it worth it ? ’ a sigh. maybe he doesn’t really blame her. he’s not upset with her, he gets how easy it can be to say the wrong thing. “ okay … how ? why ? ” that last one is painfully drawn out, like he can’t wrap his brain around it. coworkers to begrudging friends to just friends is, like, fine. he doesn’t mind it. he doesn’t mind olivia. not one bit. but holy fuck. “ can you fix it ? can you tell them to go fuck themselves or something ? i’m nauseous. ”
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a grin appeared on her lips as she looked at them. she tilted her head and shrugged softly before standing up to walk over to the other two, “i mean, it’s just the truth. i don’t know what i would do without either of you.” she giggled. the small blonde was truly happy. happier than she had ever been before. she sat down and sighed, “you’re doing so great, pey!” she encouraged the other. she was always encouraging of people she cared about. the blonde tilted her head, “can i just say... i am so lucky to have both of you.” she giggled again, “we’re all about stroking people’s egos. among other things.” she said, teasing a little.
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