#viablesolution

     ❛❛ oh shut up , i ran out of contacts okay ?  ❜❜

 he’s  lying  on  the  edge  of  a  broken - down  sofa    ,    in  one  of  the  motels  they’d  found  in  this  population - zero  bullshit  town    .    this  day’s  lucky  :  sometimes    ,    they’re  not  in  any  motel  at  all    .    four  walls  is  better  than  under  a  tree  or  something    .    this  one’s  at  least  comfortable    .              ❝      you  ever  wonder  if  they’re    ,    like    ,    tracking  us  ?      ❞            on  his  side    ,    arm  outstretched  over  empty  air    ,    bottle  of  beer  balanced  in  midair    ,    a  few  inches  from  his  hand    .    it’s  back  to  the  alcohol  for  david  haller    ,    golden  boy  and  most  powerful  mutant  ever  !  three  cheers  for  fucking  that  up  on  day  three  hundred  and  sixty  two  (  cause  you  don’t  owe  them  anything  anymore  )    .    yeah  right    ,    you  woulda  known  the  moment  you  and  lenny  disappeared  if  they  were  tracking  you  !  still    ,    a  soft  snicker  leaves  his  nose    ,    and  he  stretches    ,    pushing  himself  up  on  his  free  arm  and  twisting  to  look  over  at  his  partner  in  crime  (  is  it  really  a  crime  if  they’re  wrong    ,    and  not  you  ?  )    .    at  least  she’s  got  the  right  attitude    .    she’s  the  only  person  in  the  world  who  believes  him  now    ,    feels  like    .              ❝      like    ,    maybe  they  put  a  tracker  in  you  before  we  broke  out    ,    and  now  they’re  just  waiting  till  we  lower  our  guard  to  actually  kill  us  .  d’you  think  farouk’s  working  with  them  now  ?      ❞

                      “ So... Anisa... When were you planning on spreading the happy news to your darling sister? ”  She lifts an eyebrow pointedly. She may spend a great deal of time with the Tau’ri these days, but that hardly means she’s cut off from gossip.  “ You know, I believe I’m almost hurt... ”

       He breathes in, out. Focuses on the task, going slowly but deliberately. They don’t have enough of any sort of medical equipment up here and even bandages can’t be wasted simply because Bellamy doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. He’s not a medic — and the only person that could teach him was left on Earth because he’d closed the doors. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The thought crossing his mind at every movement of the damp cloth scraping at Monty’s mangled hand. But sorry won’t bring her back and, until someone finds they have healing fingers, he’s the best they’ve got.

      ❛ That’s because, ❜ he says between breaths, not looking up at the other boy. Eyes still downward on the job. ❛ I never needed to. ❜ But he took care of Octavia growing up. And even though she didn’t really get hurt very often, he can remember pushing hair back on a forehead sweaty with fever. The quiet whisper that it would be okay. The wish that he could take her pain. He wishes the same with Monty now. But it’s not the pain from the radiation that’s the problem here. Bellamy recognizes anger when he sees it. How many times has his own hands resembled Monty’s now? Dried blood on cracked knuckles. Frustration taken out on himself because it’s much easier to feel physical pain than admit that the truth runs much deeper.

      There’s no judgement in his eyes as he finally glances up to see Monty’s face. The humorless joke a distraction technique. Try doing that hanging upside down. I could use a break from keeping you alive. He’s done the job, the morbidity of his own jokes causing nothing but a quiet understanding in her eyes. Well, it looks like he got his break. Gazes shifts back to the hand and he throws the bloody cloth onto the table, reaching for the bandages.

@viablesolution

        morning text[sms; the moon of my life]: coffee is already on the pot and there’s pancakes on the counter. i’ll be back around noon for lunch if you’re still around. have a great day and i love you!

       wasn’t sent[sms; the moon of my life]: i’m waiting for the day where you realize you can do so much better than me

       rushed[sms; the moon of my life]: RACCOON. 22ND STREET. RUNNIN W A FLOWER ITS DSO CUT ELOOK

       drunk[sms; the moon of my life]: pls come snuggle ev erything is spnny i miss you so much u smell so hgood and i like ur shirts

       suggestive[sms; the moon of my life]: all i can think about is how much i miss your mouth so you should come over[sms; the moon of my life]: i need something sturdy to sit on[sms; the moon of my life]: thats me saying come over for sexy things btw

       late night[sms; the moon of my life]: i just watched a scary movie and i cant sleep[sms; the moon of my life]: make me less scared

       hateful[sms; the moon of my life]: i fucking hate fucking public fucking transport fucking tation what the FUCK IS THIS BUS FUCKING DOING

       random[sms; the moon of my life]: what if my abs grew abs

       scared[sms; the moon of my life]: i can’t breathe andi think im havin a pnai cattack help

       loving[sms; the moon of my life]: i don’t know what i would ever do without you[sms; the moon of my life]: please don’t ever let me find out

       curious[sms; the moon of my life]: when did you know? that you loved me?

       excited[sms; the moon of my life]: !!!!!! M ONTY I GOT US TICKETS TO FUCKIN COMIC CON WE ARE GO INNGNNGNGNGNG

       accidental[sms; the moon of my life]: yeah im pretty scared like i havent gotten my period in over a month??? if im pregnant like FUCK i had so much tequila the other night