#theghost1989

> [ CARRY ]: having seen the receiver fall to the ground, badly wounded, sender proceeds to scoop them up and carry them to safety.

It was always with Poppy that Cassius couldn’t see a damn thing that was going to happen.

So when a sudden, intense pain shot through his side -- quite literally, it seemed -- he fell backwards, gripping at his wound to try to keep pressure on it. He was too busy focusing on his side to even catch a glimpse of the next minute.

Frankly, he’d hardly noticed Poppy had been pulling him up until he felt a bit more pressure on his wound.

“ looks like you got in a bit of a scuffle tonight. ”  the kid wipes down the bar quickly, before pouring them a double - unrequested.  any other owner would go bankrupt if they gave out drinks at the rate he did, still he continues, unperturbed, with a wink and a smile.  “ on the ‘ouse.  just don’t let any of these shits hear me givin’ ‘em out. ”

                                              MEMES   /   ACCEPTING                     @theghost1989​ sent: ❛ whoa, what are you doing? ❜

IT’S JUST ANOTHER PART OF THE ADVENTURE.      but it’s not supposed to end this way. locked up, him, alone, back there with a bunch of miscreants. no, that’s no place for him. for a self-proclaimed king. so he plots his escape, climbs the fence, and runs. far, far away he runs, until he has no strength to run no more... 

( what’s the plan now, eh? you’ve got no food, no water, no money, no nothing. so how the fuck do you get back to your other half — your one and only, who’s so far, far away still? )

                                          MEMES   /   ACCEPTING                  @theghost1989​ asked: “ damn , i got blood on my shirt . ”

The person he’d been seeing had hardly any defining facial features, never wearing the same clothes, though their hair, their demeanor, it generally remained the same. And each time he’d seen them, he couldn’t place from which direction they came.

This stranger had been on his mind for a good week now. No name to go off, not a single good look at their face.

Well, Cassius was simply far too deep in thought when he’d managed to bump into someone. Someone who seemed vaguely familiar to him. The touch quickly brought him back to reality, brought his focus back to his surroundings. And after regaining his awareness, Cassius jumped at the opportunity to perhaps finally figure out who the hell his visions had been warning him about.