Of course! The one time you stay home and try to relax instead of hunting, something happens to one of the boys and you have to fix it. “So can you?’ Sam asked through the phone, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You sighed. “Fine,” you mumbled. “You guys are lucky that I love you.”
Black and white blotches coated your vision as you glanced up from your laptop to see Wonho standing at your bedroom door, waving a polaroid picture in his hand to help the picture develop. Standing there, he looked almost dreamlike in the dim lighting of your apartment that was strung with fairy lights on every surface. The area screamed cozy and warm with just the right amount of aesthetically pleasing pieces of furniture: perfect for the two of you.
“You need to stop sneaking up on me like that, I’m gonna lose my sight soon.” You yawned, pushing your work off your lap and rubbing your eyes.
Your boyfriend chuckled, setting his polaroid camera on the desk and smiled down at the picture in his hand. He replied, “I told you, it’s for my college graduation project.”
You always love the way I romanticized you. Calling your imperfections glitters coating every inch of your body. Nibbling your lips like they’re delicate rose petals plastered on your prow. Touching your hair like perfectly-shaped snowflakes that needed to be held gingerly. And all you did in return is smile your pride and uplifted ego. You always love the idea that there are people who worship you. So you stayed with me—just because I am the one who worshipped you the most.
His first reaction was to reach for a crossbow that
wasn’t there. His second was to let loose an impressive stream of
obscenities in the general direction of Hawke, who had already half-disappeared
behind a snowbank, anticipating retaliation.
The feeling of snow shoved against the bare skin of
his back was agonising, deeply wrong and uncomfortable in a way few such simple
things could be. The snow continued to shift and drip no matter how he
shook his clothes, and to his previous tirade he added one last “shit,
Hawke” before he gathered his senses and knelt surreptitiously to
formulate his counterattack.
“Can’t turn my back on you for a damned second,
can I?” he continued.
“Shame on you, Varric,” she replied
pleasantly, now utterly obscured by the mound of snow she’d chosen as her
cover. "I thought you never turned
your back on anyone.“
not sure if this is controversial (with the ask game and all), but do you believe that columbine had more than Eric and Dylan as the shooters? there's quite a lot of eyewitness accounts of others who attacked the school and other reports involving members who left the trench coat mafia. i'd love to hear your thoughts.
I’ve read about it but I’m afraid I don’t know enough about Columbine to discuss this. I would love to know what @rebsg0ddess thinks about it, I’m sure she must have addressed this in the past but I’ve never seen it and I’m curious.