#wolfesque

when he first smelt the fire, saw the flames - soren thinks of his mother. maybe it’s whatever’s currently in his system doing the opposite of its job of making him forget, but he thinks of her for the first time in nearly four years, thinks - 

thinks of burning cars and burning houses, thinks about how he mourned for his damn car more than his mother for going up in flames; thinks about how she deserved it, but not him.

i didn’t deserve it and it’s the first time soren acknowledges the idea; i don’t deserve this and god, he can’t just keep on plastering bright smiles in front of cameras and at parties like this; eric’s unseeing eyes and the whites at the centre of the flames a reminder that try as he may to pretend otherwise, something akin to devastation follows in his wake. 

“i’m so tired.” soren says, voice ragged when the other man finds him still in the empty car park, hours after everyone else had left. “I can’t - just... what’s the point of this?” 

(he doesn’t say of what, but he thinks carter knows)

his hands shake as he lights yet another cigarette - a bad habit he’s getting from jack - nodding to the almost-empty bottle next to him in a silent offering - a bad habit he’s always had - and soren knows he’s a mess right now, knows there’s red in his eyes and he doesn’t bother trying to hide his falling composure anymore, at least not around carter. 

“bet the augery had a good laugh over all of us tonight.” breathe out. inhale again. “probably not too far off from eric, enjoying watching all of us squirm.” 

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When you think of him, sometimes your mind drifts to the playground and a little girl with missing front teeth, leaning in a little too close for you to feel comfortable. 

“I saw you looking at him,” she smiles, as if it is some big terrible secret, and then her eyebrows raise, almost lasciviously, ”Do you like-like him?“

The answer, of course, is not always that simple. 

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[10:14am] And if I’m being completely honest, none of this would be happening if the cops got off their lazy asses and did their jobs. [10:15am] What do we even pay them for? [10:22am] That...was supposed to go to someone else. [10:24am] My apologies.

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[2:01am] i wjsh ihaf hair as shiny anf soft as ypurs???[2:07am] its si beaytufyhj [2:10am] i wabt to cey bc of it??? wgat shampoo????[2:17am] if i haf hair like yprus theb mofe pekplw woufd pat my heaf [2:30am] i wbnt hesd pats ;( 

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oh boy, where do i begin with these two…. they’re the epitome of opposites attract and their friendship is something that just… happened.

soren probably tags along with carter every time he’s on patrol (regardless of the time, tbh, it could be a graveyard shift and carter’s gonna see soren appear from the alleyway shadows like “hey, fancy seeing you here!!!&&!!”) and has a tendency to drag carter a little bit away from his patrol routes for snacks or to check out graffiti’d walls or to swing (carter, begrudgingly) on the nearby playground. for the most part, soren’s doing the talking with carter’s gruff responses, but ramble as he may, soren appreciates the fact that carter’s one of the few who genuinely listens to his spiralling rants without interruption or too much judgement.

(one day, soren’s gonna drag carter into doing a video challenge with him. his viewers are probably going to love his whole “dark, mysterious, and broody” image he’s got going for him and how it contrasts with soren. soren’s gonna use that to whine about carter needing to be in his next video because “c’mon, we’re just shovelling spoonfuls of cinnamon into our mouths together, how bad can it be – “ )

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why would you do this to me

one of these days soren’s going to ramble a little too much, forgetting that his stream of consciousness isn’t going unheard - i can see then just chilling on some playground on one of carter’s graveyard shifts and soren’s just tracing the outline of stars and absentmindedly mumbles like “i used to wish on those, you know? for shit like my parents to be happy with - fuck” when he catches himself saying too much before carter like shoots up like what and soren realizes that quiet as carter may be when he rambles, he’s still listening to every word.

(and they don’t talk about what happened to them but soren lets it slip with a small smile on his lips that he’s not half as happy as he comes off as being and carter just knows, he gets it when soren tells him that his dad gave up on him and his mom, and maybe carter tells soren that he knows, he knows because his dad did the same to him too -- )

(they probably don’t tell each other everything but carter doesn’t need a noise complaint call at the station on a dark night to go to that damn playground to find soren with bloodied fists next to dented posts telling carter that he hates stars and swings and sweet things because they seem to mock him and carter knows now that soren has the same type of red in his veins as him)