#unnecessarily dramatic

but cater

that depressed mf

alt idea is deuce

“If you don’t get up you know Riddle is going to have your head.”

Cater doesn’t groan. Or whine. Or move. He just sits there. Still. Staring at the ceiling.

His face is a mask, showing no emotion but emptiness. Or maybe, the mask is off and this is what’s underneath it. Cater doesn’t know, and he can’t find the energy to try to find out.

“You know you can’t miss another test. Trein going to kill you if you do.

Cater’s expression doesn’t change, but he feels the weight on his chest get heavier. He knows. He knows that he’s being stupid. He hears it enough from his father and sisters. He knows he’s throwing his life away. But…actually. No.

Cater tilts his head towards Trey. “He can’t kill me. You can’t kill me. No one can kill me. I’m not alive.”

Trey looks at him. Cater thinks he looks slightly ill. Maybe he should be the one still in bed. Ha.

“Cater…Cater have you thought at all about talking to someone. I know you said that you didn’t need to but I think this is clearly showing—“

NO. No. He doesn’t need a shrink rattling around in his empty brain. No Cater was fine. He was fine. He was great, actually. Amazing.

Cater springs up out of bed, a winning smile on his face. The startled look Trey makes is priceless so he grabs his phone instinctively and snaps a shot, immediately posting it.

“Lol just kidding! #Surprise #JustAPrankBro #CayCayIsCrayCray. Wow I can’t believe you fell for it lolololol. Anyway, better get going or I’ll be late for class. Bye byeee.”

Cater snatches his bag by the door and walks quickly (he’s not running he’s just stretching his legs) out of the room, ignoring Trey’s single shout of his name. It’s fine. Trey won’t say anything as long as it stays in their room.

As Cater walks out of the dorms, he looks up at the sky. It’s a beautiful day. The suns rays are bright and blinding.

hulloooo here i am, and here’s my oc very dramatically chopping her hair off with a knife (which probably isn’t super effective realistically, but let her be) ,, i would ramble about her but if i start i’d never stop so, in short, her name is teithoril and she’s half-elven from mirkwood and partook in the war of the last alliance in sa, and being an artist at heart, spent most of the time illustrating the events in a scrappy sketchbook from home and whatever parchment she could get a hold of .. she’s kinda wimpy but somehow managed to survive the thing and eventually settled down with her mannish wife hehe...