“Okay. You just looked like you were on another planet, you know? Figured I’d try to pull you back into this orbit before you float away. If you need a sounding board to help even things out in there, I’m more than happy to listen.”
( mssg » finn | sent ) youre such a good guy finn. ( mssg » finn | sent ) I th ink that’s probably a good idea considering the options ehre ( mssg » finn | sent ) Do tyou know where Scandals is?
( mssg » barry | sent ) Okay. I think I followed your chain. You want me to want you to want to come over. Yes? LOL ( mssg » barry | sent ) In that case? I would love for you to know that I want you to want to come over. Because I want you here. Fair enough?
Blaine’s ankle felt like it was caught between breaking in half and on fire. A makeshift walking stick and being able to half walk wasn’t going to get him back to The Sanctuary before it got darker. He needed to find somewhere safe until morning. His pulse was already racing at the idea of being stuck outside alone all night. Hand barely touching the grip of his gun when he got a clearing, then a road. All clear. Or..not. Stopping as he turned towards a noise and ended up a gun pointed directly at him.. You know what it feels like to have your heart momentarily stop? Nothing new, not in this world anymore, but it was never a feeling anyone could get used to. Eyes round as saucers stared up the barrel at the woman behind it, his stick hit the floor and his hands went in the air.
“I’m sorry! I messed up my foot and–it’s getting dark. I was only looking for a place..” Half sentences and the mantra of please don’t kill me in his head was all he had as he stood resting most of his weight on his left foot praying that this wasn’t how his story was about to end.
“I really wish I could promise that means I’m not gonna remind you every chance I get but…” Lips pursed in playful regret before he leaned in to steal a second kiss.
“I really wish I could find a tiny reason to complaint but I’m coming up seriously empty-handed,” Blaine hummed before being drawn back into Barry’s gravitational pull. The sense of his own went haywire, world upside down in the best sorts of ways when their lips reconnected for much more than a stolen kiss.
( mssg » rockstar | sent ) I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.. You are a curious sort, aren’t you? ( mssg » rockstar | sent ) Text me the directions.. I’m not promising what will happen but the late night company would be nice regardless. Seems I’m not the only one with a bad case of can’t sleep.
( mssg » jan | sent ) Who’s hair gel are you talking about? I can promise you that mine is competely safe. In spite of what some rumors may say.
(delayed until after next text)
( mssg » jan |sent ) Wait! So? That being meant for Rachel now has me even more confused. First.. Are you talking about my hair gel? Second, but most curious and confusing… Why are you only seeing out of one eye?
Blaine was visibly shaking–hands constantly wringing together as he stood staring down at the body laid out on the floor. Unable to look away, he shook his head and tried to step around her like he was told to do. A stumbling attempt but he caught up to Quinn blindly, gaze locked behind his shoulder now. That was his problem. ‘Step around it.’ Sure, this wasn’t the first corpse he’s seen. Living in this nightmare–any time they stepped out of the camp–it was impossible not to see the broken shells of people littering the city or town or what felt like EVERYWHERE you looked. Sometimes he could focus on the task at hand long enough to only get queasy or not feel anything at all (a rarity..but it happened a couple times?). Others? Others were like now. It’d be so much easier if he could be like Quinn. Think of them as ‘it’ and they cease to be a reason to give a second thought past the mission and what was truly important. He was trying. He just..couldn’t. That level of disconnect wasn’t in his reach yet.
“She looks like someone..” He couldn’t bring himself to say who. “I need to get out of here.”
Taking a seat beside the Warbler–Blaine sighed and lifted a hand, fingers clasping Skylar’s shoulder lightly to get his attention and try to offer him some form of solid support to lean against if he needed. “I understand how you feel. We all have a list of mistakes we’ve made and regret every second of. I wish I could tell you that it stops but it doesn’t. We’re human and I guess it’s all a part of the learning process.” He cracked an encouraging smile and watched his student closely. “What matters is what we do to fix them and I want to help you figure out how if that’s what you want. Or listen to you talk through it if you’d rather have that. It’s up to you. But I’m here? If that helps?”
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