Sammy is almost always the first to throw the punch. It’s a fight or flight instilled in him - gifted even, by his father. And when his anxiety levels are already high, so are the rest of his emotions. He’s barely slept, bags under his eyes from a four-day stand-off with his dad, so when a couple of older men that used to tease him in school make a snide comment about his mother, he’s the first to throw the punch. Every ounce of frustration that has built up goes straight to his fists as he swings, ‘‘ Fuckin’ say it again ! ’’ He’s spitting like some feral animal, barely registering the hands that grab him from behind and pull him away ‘‘ No - let me fuckin’ at ‘em, I can take them. ’’ the heel of his hands press into his eyes as he tries to bring himself back down. ‘‘ they’re always fuckin’ pickin’ at me, that group of fucking pratts are. They called the fuckin’ cops on my brother last week as well ! ’’
❝ i’d say darkness and misery is a pretty pleasing aesthetic , ❞ and pretty accurate for this shitty town bash was merely destined to r o t in . ❝ so , i’d say you know well enough . black and blues is as far as I can go , ❞
Matilda sits cross legged on the counter as she watches Jesse lock up around her. Her shift technically finished over an hour ago, but the combination of a familiar yet unwelcome face lurking across the road and the unsettling recent events didn’t exactly have her rushing to leave. She takes a sip from a bottle she had picked up during her lunch break and saved till now, extending it to Jesse.
‘‘I have a very very very important question ’’ she starts, pulling her legs up to her chest ‘‘ do you wanna come to the park and swing on the swings with me ? I might even push you if you’re lucky ’’
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Steve Harrington and Max Mayfield annoying each other for ten minutes straight
tilly takes a seat next to him, legs crossed and shoulders bumping slightly. ‘‘ and what is the vibe ? darkness and misery ? ’’ it's light and teasing ‘‘ if i didn't know better, i would think you have an allergy to color. ’’
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‘‘ This ’’ she says quietly, trailing her finger across the ceiling ‘‘ this is where the split should be. And here, on this side - the evening sun. Lilacs and baby pinks. Yellow trickling through. and this side - this would be midnight rain. Navy’s, blacks, hundreds of tiny fibre optic lights for stars. Brooding clouds and tiny raindrops. ” A sigh escapes her lips as she jumps down from the ladder. “ That’s just how I would decorate it, if I was you. ”
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the roll of golden hues came rather naturally when around matilda . probably due to the pure opposites that they’ve grown to be . in fact , her description was a pretty good indicator of their own dynamic . tilly , sunshine and rainbows . sebastian fit the broody rain and clouded aura . ❝ i don’t know if i could tolerate that much sunshine , even if it is split . doesn’t quite fit the vibe . ❞
In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.
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