Date: 2023-05-07 02:38 am (UTC)
wrenchedup: (πŸ”§ πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒)
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[ He'd argue with Zane about this all the time. Mm..aybe he could. Tell her that. A hand went to rub anxiously where a ring once was some time ago. Never thought he'd be the type. Figured he'd die young. Alone. Spat down into the bowels of hell the same way he was brought into life. Messy and painfully. Out of them all he really never saw Horatio as being the one to go. Shit just kept coming. Did he fall in love or did he give up? Got jaded. Ran. He's getting off topic. ]

Yeah, I meanβ€” No. Iβ€” It's not you, Sharon. It's not, it's. I'd. [ Start, stop. Start, stop. Hesitation, awkwardness, anxiety in every word. Although the modulator did wonders making it all seem fluid in contrast to the jagged cadence. ] we'd have this argument a lot. Mβ€” He'd get frustrated, but it was never about him or that I couldn't trust him or didn't. It's me, it's. Me. Sometimes I can't, I can't. I don't know how else to say it. It wont come out, it just wont fucking come out.

Yanno? You know? [ His mask, questioning eyes, looked back toward Sharon. ] I just. I don't deal. Uh, I don't deal with anything really. I just. I drink, or I work. I put on this mask. I go fuck some shit up and I actβ€” [ gesticulation goes here. ]
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