Okay at some point Carolina and wash go back to the wreckage of the moi and go to their lockers and rooms. Carolina hears a sudden scream and rushes to check on wash. He's found his heelies and skateboard. Carolina groans and laughs
When Dylan tells them about the wreckage on Sidewinder—says that it’s still there, abandoned, waiting—Carolina and Wash exchange a look.
The island has been peaceful. Quiet, but not in a way that’s reminiscent of empty halls, corridors for ghosts to pass through. The wind whispers at night through the trees, but the cadence is soft. Soothing. The shadows are not thick with despair here. Rain falls, not in a deluge, but light showers, leaving the air fresh afterwards. Clean.
They like it here. They’ve adjusted to lush green, to damp earth and blue skies. Neither are prepared for the unforgiving, frozen hell they each left behind.
They both still know they have to go.
and then we’re skipping the fucking angst we’re not gonna talk about it
well actually there is this:
The trek up to the crash site is quiet.
Every time Carolina expects Epsilon to end the silence, she has to remind herself he’s gone.
soRRY!! moving on:
“No fucking way,” Wash says, voice cracking.
Carolina ignores the fear that grabs her throat in a vise. There’s no one here. There’s no one here. Still, her feet drag her closer, as though behind that locked door—bashed in by who knows what, barely hanging on to its hinges now that Wash has forced it open—is some kind of threat. “What?”
Wash laughs, and it sticks in his throat, like the lump that’s been sitting in hers has managed to occupy two spaces at once. “I don’t believe it.”
She steps around the door, and groans.
It’s his skateboard—and the ridiculous shoes he was so fond of.
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously?” You scared me, asshole. It wasn’t rational. But a lot of things about this place weren’t.
Wash laughs again; though she doesn’t, Carolina has to admit, his amusement is contagious. It’s good to see him laugh, though she knows it must have hurt, suddenly facing yet another relic of simpler times.
“I kind of want to bury them,” he says.
Now she’s laughing. “That is sofucking dramatic.” She wishes Epsilon were here to have heard that. “Besides, you hate snow.”
Their helmets are on—it’s fucking cold—but she can almost see the smile touching his lips, just barely there, cradled in the corner of his mouth. “I really do.”
“Just take them,” she says, tugging gently at his elbow. She wants to leave, while there’s still a good note to end this on. “You can teach Caboose to skate.”
Laughter stutters out of him once again. “That’ll be a fucking mess.”
“It will,” she says. “He’ll love it.”
Caboose accidentally snaps the board in half, but Wash can’t say he really minds.
I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons is a Snowbaz song reblog if you agree
“so many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me // well i’m just a slave unto the night” - simon waiting up to see when baz would come back at night is canon; plus baz is a vampire, what other slaves of the night do you know?
“i gave you hell through all the years” “please forgive me for all i’ve done” - do i even need to explain
“…and never in my wildest dreams // would i come running home to you” - enemies to lovers!!! they never thought they’d be together
there’s definitely more and you’re welcome to add on
Carrie was always getting me to do… crazy things. In other words, if you see me in that floral robe, walking around the desert, that was Carrie’s robe. She goes ‘you put it on,’ and I just… Without thinking, I did it because I wanted to please her. And this was funny to her. She thought of me as her own personal paper doll.
haley kiyoko making an mv about how bad she wanted her friends to give her lap dances at sleepovers is Grade A relatable content, that’s that fucking,,,,like unpasteurized raw lesbian shit do y'all feel it ???