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“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.     ❜   

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“i wasn’t staring at you,” kevin defends himself. at least not intentionally. if his gaze happened to wander in neil’s direction while he was semi spacing out, that’s not his fault. “i was thinking.”

    it’s  just  been  few  hours  since  they  clashed  in  the  court,   and  still,   the  adrenaline  hasn’t  washed  off  completely  even  when  neil  took  a  shower  afterwards.

                                   ‟     And I suppose   STARING   might be a requirement ?     ❜      he  goads  involuntarily,   sarcasm  already  underway  right  after  catching  himself.    kevin  is  not  the  enemy  here;   no  one  else  is,   after ...   well,   the  finals.    he’s  becoming  more  aware  on  how  he’s  picking  up  andrew’s  unpleasant  moods  quicker;   except  his  own  temper  flares  brighter,   adding  fuel  to  the  fire.    

    so  neil  takes  a  deep  breath  and  exhales  slowly  as  he  cools  his  head  down  ——

                                  ‟     FORGET IT .     ❜          and  the  brunet  shrugs.        ‟     You’ve been thinking too long.   Don’t hurt yourself.     ❜     

one liners  placed  within  canon  timeline,  or  will  vary  depending  from  which  verse  your  muse  stands.   ( no  worries,   we’ll  work  out  the  small  details  like  verse  info,  etc.  right  after  i  dive  in  your  dms  or  raid  your  askbox. )   

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Neil Josten + Identities

Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths.

   @.aftg rpc,  where  are  u  at   !!???!!! 

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

LUNGS

Breathe in. The ability to breathe is almost completely reflexive, and like most things, it comes to you naturally, with little effort or meaning. Many of the diseases that affect the lungs are hereditary, is there some unknown family trauma there? Something someone wasn’t telling you? If we only inhale, we die. If we only exhale, we die. We need both. 

You have mastered that tactful dance, at least, until something unexpected comes knocking. Something that steals your breath away, that pries your oh so precious air from your lungs and leaves you cold, winded and alone. A collapsed lung cannot kill you, but it aches more than broken bone, it’s sticky and bloody and cloying. 

You can recover though. You always have. 

Breathe out. 

stolen  from  :   @shelcved tagging :   @scarfwere ,   @im-possiblelimits,   @hcathens,  @traumawon,  @shedetect,  and  others  interested.

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     “𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔,” she retorts just as snappily, though maybe the truth had no part in her statement at all. she doesn’t take it back, though, just returning to her work until the lock clicks and the door swings open at her touch. standing up, she doesn’t look at him while she puts away the lockpick case in its pocket on her bag. “this is called hedging my bets,” she continues finally, “because i see this two ways. if you were going to break in here anyway, there’s a slim chance you’d have accepted the guest room at my house. on the other hand, you’re more likely to be caught without my help at all, so i’m doing what i can.” finally, her eyes raise to his face. “am i wrong?” 

    it  doesn’t  slip  unnoticed  with  the  creak  of  the  door  seconds  later  that  the  girl  has  skills.    for  why ,   he’s  not  sure ,    and  what  he  thinks  something  that  won’t  concern  him ...    now  potentially  concerns  him.    not  enough  to  work  out  a  lot  of  worries  he’ll  address  as  soon  as  the  locked  grief  in  the  back  of  his  head  finally  stops  banging  against  his  mental  barriers  every  time  he  gets  closer  to  reliving  a  night  on  the  beach.   and  this  isn’t  the  time  for  that ,   or  maybe  not  ever.

                                  ‟     SO  MUCH.     ❜          quiet  voice  refuses  to  fade  in  lieu  with  chest  constricting  ‘pon  knowledge  that  she  deduced  from  somewhere ,   something  that  neil  could’ve  basically  handed  her  over.    his  mind  races  on  memories  and  circumstances  when  he  could’ve  made  mistakes ,   but  nothing  comes  up;    for  with  every  shot  of  pain  remembered  along  strict  words  echoed  by  his  mother’s  harsh  lessons ,    how  can  he ?    then  again ,   that’s  a  wrong  argument.    neil  immediately  made  his  first  mistake  when  he  broke  his  mother’s  absolute  rule  right  after  ...   california.

    hands  tighten  ‘round  the  strap  of  his  duffel  bag ,    gauging  the  level  of  threat  that  this  girl  poses   —— like  all  before  her  does.    a  flare  of  irritation  has  been  reluctantly  tampered  when  he  responds  as  curtly  as  he  can ,            ‟     I  don’t  care  about  whatever  gamble  you  got ,   but  I’m  fine.    Leave  me  alone.     ❜     

    it’s  annoying  how  one  room  where  he  feels  as  concrete  as  who  he  is  right  now  has  been  compromised ,   all  because  neil  figures  that  this  one  is  just  too  nosy.    he  gives  her  a  HARD  STARE ,   mouth  pursed  and  held  back  before  he  regrets  anything;   and  quickly  turns  around  to  walk  away.    maybe  he  can  break  in  the  laboratory  then  leave  immediately  around  dawn.          ‟     Mind  your  own  business  of  not  picking  on  my  business.     ❜     

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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.    ❜  

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