V*.  BURNED TO THE FILTER WITHOUT TAKING A DRAG.  /  Undetermined. - Blog Posts

    in  any  sense  of  words  left  in  him ,   𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘴  𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.

    he  had  never  travelled  before  in  his  life,   cooped  up  only  in  stifling  corners  of  black  rooms  and  choking  smell  of  blood  in  dark  rooms,   until  a  few  months  later  have  seen  him  in  SWEDEN.    overwhelming  than  baltimore  and  its  woods,  with  bustling  crowds  and  big  bricked  houses  and  having  nowhere  familiar  to  run  to;  and  yet,   he  finds  familiarity  in  the  dark  at  the  back  of  a  truck,   with  sharp  and  cold  metal  promising  hurt  by  the  men  who  drove  it  somewhere.

                        ‟     ...    ❜      he  stayed  still  behind  crates,  smelling  gunpowder  and  high  risks  of  uncertainty  especially  as  with  every  bump  on  the  road,  he  can  only  hear  the  wild  racing  of  his  heart  and  the  heat  of  his  mother’s  palm  on  his  cheeks.   careless,   reckless,   useless   —— surely  by  now  with  the  reminders  of  the  tip  of  his  father’s  wrath  on  his  skin,   alex  would’ve  learned  a  hell  of  a  curve.

    unfortunately,   getting  separated  on  their  first  international  getaway  is  unintentionally  not  on  his  list;   and  hopefully,   the  german  words  drilled  into  him  before  they  get  there  is  enough  to  keep  him  alive.   before  then,   escaping  capture  from  an  accidental  kidnapping  - -   alex  made  sure  not  to  make  a  trace  of  life  when  he  chose  this  as  a  hiding  spot  - -    is  the  topmost  priority.    honestly,   he  should’ve  checked  the  truck  first  if  there’s  someone  in  there  before  he  jumped  in  to  hide ...    STUPID  !  

                                   ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @russianllterature​​  ， plotted.

                         ‟     𝗧𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱   ' 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 ' .    ❜

                          ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @puridior  ， sc.

                        ‟     𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨...    𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.   𝗦𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼.    ❜

  ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @lightcreators  ， sc. 

  ‟     𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝘁,  𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁.     ❜      jabbing ,   as  neil  gives  a  POINTED  LOOK  towards  the  seething  ex-raven;   own  tongue  held  back  in  defense  of  giving  patience  and  truth  to  what  he  tries  to  preach  and  act  upon.   he  did  soften  his  tone  after,  though  resuming  sternness  in  his  words,   knowing  kevin  is  highly  stressing  right  now  and  it  sometimes  try  to  bring  neil’s  nerves  to  tense  with  it.

                     ‟     𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.  𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆.  𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁, 𝗞𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻.   𝗕𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀  —— 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼  𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.     ❜

                                               ▬▬▬▬  ＆； @im-possiblelimits​  ， cont.  

░  ┊   @scarfwere​​  。• ◞

nonchalant compliance, he figured was as good as anything. It was still different from a flat out rejection. He’d had plenty of those. And even through the obvious indifference in the other boy, Isaac found an excuse to smile. To cound this moment, however small, as one of the rare wins he could have in the year. He was right after all ─ new kids didn’t last very long here. And if he was smart, it would be better to cut his losses now and move on.

Obviously, he wasn’t.

He figured, it would be some nice change, at the least. To know there was one other person at school that didn’t mind if he sat beside them or not.

Fingers combed through his curly hair; trying to unravel the right words to make what he thinks make sense without it being creepy. Maybe Stefan would understand. Maybe even he felt it too. That knowing feeling of standing in front of the same mirror reflecting the same thing. But he bit his tongue and swallowed it.

Shrugging instead.

          “ Dunno. Maybe I just like you. “

Even after he said it, he wasn’t sure if that was worse or better. But at least it was slightly true.

  𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦  thrown  out  and  about ,   strung  with  indifference  towards  the  creeping  anxiety  that  slides  upwards  within  stefan’s  chest ;   one  step  closer  to  choking  him  from  the  confusion  and  fear  muddled  in  the  back  of  his  throat.    ‘ maybe ’   pertains  to  uncertainty ,   one  he  hates  and  accustomed  to ,   while   ' like ’   associates  with  the  blooms  ‘pon  cheek  and  wrath  faced  in  weeks.

    obviously,  this  is  going  to  be  a   𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔 .

          ‟     ͏𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.      ❜      straightforward  without  eyes  looking  straight  forward ,   body  tensing  uncontrollably  as  he  crosses  his  arms;   his  figure  as  if  embracing  himself  from  an  unexpected  hostile  attack.  there  persists  bitterness  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach ,   annoyed  how  isaac  can  just  say  whatever  he  wants  without  repercussions  while  stefan  won’t ――   can  never.    ‘ i don’t get it ’  - -   are  the  words  stuck  with  tongue  held  back  and  instead  had  to  give  a  response  so  uncaring ,  but  then  again ,   stefan  is  supposed  to  be  𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ,  𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘  ,  𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕 ...    a  boy  whose  way  too  different  from     nathaniel.       (   or  maybe  they’re  not  so  different,   after  all;  sporting  similar  bruises,  broken  bones  and  patches  of  skin  healed  and  cut  all  over.  )

       ‟     ͏ ――  𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 ... 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆.    ❜  

                                 ‟     No  one  asks  you  to.     ❜          damage  control  is  already  underway ,   with  what  transpired  of  misunderstandings  between  the  players ...    which  can  prove  a  bit  inconvenient  for  neil’s  interests  if  left  unchecked.    after  all ,   he’s  just  here  to  play.          ‟     And  no  one  is  expecting  anyone ,   really.    Unless  they  have  the  balls  to  speak  up ,   they  could’ve  already  said  shit  right  from  the  start.     ❜

░  ┊   @stckhlmr​  。•◞

     “ i am not taking the fall for that. ” // @jozthen​

░  ┊   @rexquondcm​  。• ◞ 

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓, staying in a single place for too long a luxury he no longer possesses ; as acquainted with the plated steel & polished glass of airport terminals as with the grime smeared tarmac of inner London. Nostalgia thick on his tongue, analogous to the taste of ash.   ❛ Honestly ? I’m not sure nice is the word I would use. ❜   He glances up then, eyes dappled shades of cornflower.  ❛ Perhaps taxing might be a more accurate description. ❜

    accent  reminiscent  flashes  back  such  visits  to  england,   back  when    nathaniel    has  been  taken  by  his  mother  to  pay  courtesy  with  her  side  of  the  family  for  a  couple  of  times.   weeks  before  they  come  back  to  baltimore  until  now,   he  can’t  fully  trust  the  memories  of  what  he  can’t  entirely  remember;   so  he  might  as  well  discard  them.    as  far  as  he  knows,    he  hasn’t  officially  met  uncle  stuart  and  that  side  of  the  family ...   and  he  hopes  not  to.

                                    ‟     Ah,   considering the long travel by connecting flights ...     ❜          oliver  would  know  after  first  class  tickets  doesn’t  serve  him  anymore.    the  conversation  is  a  polite  one,  as  an  alternative  to  what  oliver  usually  does  in  forced  silence   ——  scrape  nails,  dig  within  flesh,  have  to  hear  loops  of  voices  he’d  rather  not  entertain.    talking  helps  distract  from  the  pain,  and  helps  find  out  something  regarding  the  newcomer,  who  has  given  oliver  relief  since  he’s  not  the  one  in  the  spotlight  anymore.          ‟     No wonder.   How you can take everything in one stride ...  despite the excessive noises and treatment.    I suppose it’s not nice of an experience as well ... ?     ❜

░  ┊   @gcroinya​  。• ◞ 

@jozthen​ said:  it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

Inquisitive gaze lingers,  scolding and relentless.   One that wordlessly whispers  ‘should’ve known better’  every chance it gets.   Words are not needed,  her expression says it all and,  really,  is there something left to say but at all?   Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise,  god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin;  like a map of violence,  only there was never any treasure to find. 

“Listen,  kid,  you might have charm,  but your right hook is abysmal.”     She holds nothing back,  rarely does.   Not that bite that drips form her words,  not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth.   Learning how to defend oneself is vital,  at least in her books,  and that will be the topic she settles on.   Not the bruise,  pale and blue,  not the implication that it carries.

Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding.   They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago,  so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do.   It’s a gesture that counts,  is it not?     “Maybe we should work on that next time.”

                        miscellaneous angst starters.  || not accepting

    he  is  not  built  to  stand  his  ground   —— his  mother  made  sure  of  that.    better  to  outrun  the  nightmares  than  getting  caught  back  up  in  them.    so    natha - -    neil  learns  to  bite  back  complaints ,   or   ‘ whining ’   as  mary  would’ve  placed  it  if  she  were  still  alive ,   from  the  other  person  who  at  least  gave  a  shit  in  giving  him  a  fighting  chance.    literally.

                                    ‟     What about the left ?   Fared better ?     ❜          the  brunet  reaches  for  the  damp  compress;   iciness  begin  to  numb  fingers  that  clenched  tighter  and  hurt  less  than  the  pain  they  have  to  endure  against  the  californian  sand.    carefully  situating  the  wet  bag  against  his  left  cheek ,   liking  how  the  cold  dissipates  heat  and  relieves  him ...   before  placing  it  on  his  right  side  to  hold  it  there.    the  boy  shifts  slowly  and  checks  which  is  movable  and  which  is  tolerable ,   assessing  damage.

    looking  up  from  the  floor  he  sits  on ,   observing  the  other  of  unknown  origins.    how  she  didn’t  mince  anything  with  neil ,   like  his  mother  did ,   and  how  he  tries  to  hold  back  the  fear  slowly  creeping  in  his  chest.    as  much  as  he  has  respect  in  females ,   he  thinks  how  terrifying  it  would  be  if  they  met  before  within  his  father’s  business  circles  and  that  neil  couldn’t  remember;   how  this  woman  could’ve  had  a  hand  in  teaching  him ,    just  like  his  father  instructed  lola  to  teach  him.    he  frowns  and  ignores  the  awful  turning  of  his  guts  inside.

                                  ‟     I don’t know why ...   you’re doing this.     ❜          neil  begins  with  a  cautious  tone ,   choosing  wise  words  that  won’t  offend  the  lady.    why  now ,   of  all  times ,   did  a  beacon  appear  when  he’s  almost  tipped  to  the  edge ,   ready  to  give  up ?          ‟     What do you get out of it ?     ❜     

░  ┊   @shedetect​  。• ◞ 

     “𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔,” she returns with a grin before focusing once more on the locked for in front of her. “now, do you happen to have any thin, metal objects handy?” 

    by  some  reason,   he  finds  the  statement  suitable  as  a  way  to ...   what,  show  how  awed  he  is  with ...  this.

                                    ‟     ...  Why are you doing this ?     ❜          the  boy  replies  suspiciously,   instead  of  responding  with  handing  over  his  emergency  tools  hidden  in  clothes  and  shoes  too  big  for  him.    the  easier  it  is  to  obscure  them  from  view.    his  arms  kept  crossed  to  himself,  hands  held  forearms  whilst  he  studies  the  proper  way  to  address  the  situation.    for  all  neil  knows,   she  can  be  reporting  him  now  to  the  school  about  his  breaking  and  entering  whenever  he  pleases,   but  she  still  isn’t.          ‟     You ...  can’t be doing this for free.   I’M  NOT  A  CHARITY  CASE.     ❜   

░  ┊   @scarfwere​​  。• ◞ 

a good friend. When did he last have one? Matt? He guessed, if he ever counted as one. A small tentative smile. A faint tilt of his head and he catches wind of the good breeze before it finds him. Him still unsure even when it comes. 

Eventually, it breaks out into a grin. A small one. Not large enough that it takes all over his face but good enough to make a dent. He almost turns around to double check ; make sure his Father wasn’t around to ruin it. But a surreptitious glance over his shoulder confirms what he felt in the moment : relief. 

           “ so ── we’re still friends? “ 

    people  like  him,  his  mother  and  he,   don’t  have  friends.   by  definition,   a   ‘ friend ’   is  one  of  her  connections  forging  high-quality  documents  for  them  to  pass  through  airports  or  one  of  those  old  ones  who  are  now  chasing  them  to  the  ends  of  the  earth.    stefan  hears  it  coined  a  lot  around  as  he  gets  by  and  wonders  how  easily  the  term  draws  such  warm  expression  on  isaac’s  face.    as  if  stefan  wouldn’t  be  gone  after  a  few  months’  time  and  wouldn’t  be  forgotten ...   just  like  the  rest  of  his  other  selves.

                                    ‟     Can’t  really  stop  you  from  doing  whatever  you  want.    ❜      the  raven-haired  boy  shrugs,   as  indifference  lace  with  a  piss  poor  excuse  that  he  can  fall  back  onto,   a  reason  why  he  allowed  whatever  this  is  to  happen.   at  the  end  of  the  day,   stefan  will  still  be  put  down  and  with  him,   are  memories  of  a  mediocre,  normal  boy’s  life.    as  much  as  stefan  can  already  feel  the  ire  of  his  mother  once  she  finds  out  and  when  she  does,   the  pounding  within  his  chest  covered  by  nonchalance  overlapped  the  threat  of  her  wrath  and  even  if  he  doesn’t  understand  why  isaac  seemed   cautious   despite  his  insistence  on  keeping  a  connection  with  stefan,   he  doesn’t  bother  poking  into  it. 

                                  ‟     Usually,   everyone doesn’t see the point of entertaining new kids for far too long;   they come and go and fade away within a week.   What’s up with you ?    You seem hell-bent into ...   whatever you’re up to.     ❜       if  stefan  also  sports    NATHANIEL’s    similar  bluntness  and  lack  of  effort  to  understand  social  cues,    he  also  doesn’t  bother  thinking  much  about  it.

                                  ‟     ... Most of the strongest people I know are women.     ❜

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @shedetect ， sc.  

░  ┊   @im-possiblelimits​  。• ◞ 

“what makes you think i have something to say?” & since when has he needed anyone’s permission to say what’s on his mind?

    ‟     Anyone can feel your eyes digging in their back whenever you think they’re not looking.     ❜      if  it  sounds  like  an  accusation,  so  be  it;   he’s  had  enough  of  kevin’s  bullshit  of  the  day.      ‟     Whatever I did wrong,  let’s just get it over with.     ❜   

                                   ‟     Did you say something ?    I just disconnected for a moment there.     ❜

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @traumawon​ ， sc.  

    ‟     Just because you can do it doesn’t mean everyone else can.    CUT ME SOME SLACK   —— I’ve never played much like this before.     ❜      oh,  and  how  he  envies  kevin  for  it.  

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @hcathens  ， sc.  

    ‟     Must be nice to have been from out of country.   What’s it like ?     ❜  

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @rexquondcm  ， sc.  

   ‟     If you have something to say,   JUST SPIT IT OUT .     ❜     

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @im-possiblelimits  ， sc.  

verses tag dump.

v*.  BURNED TO THE FILTER WITHOUT TAKING A DRAG.  /  undetermined. v001.   THE FOXHOLE COURT  /  this is the moment you stop being the rabbit. v002.   THE RAVEN KING  /  they were worth every cut‚  bruise and scream. v003.   THE KING’S MEN  /  fight because you don’t know how to die quietly.