⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ it’s so fucking cold in this trailer. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ nice glasses. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

talking to yourself?

he’s drunk. looking for a cuddle buddy.

/ i want to be here, just bare with me. depression has hit. so i will be slow.

no thoughts. just weed and rick lipton.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you ARE a kid?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he’s tripping balls, grabbing Falsus Deus by the collar and yanking him close. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “what day is it!?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ fuck off. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ his arm was draped over her shoulder, a small smile on his face. he hadn’t noticed that she’d fallen asleep until he went to comment on the movie and his eyes fell to the others sleeping little face. she was so cute. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

if you say so.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ his eyes were darting from one direction to the next as if he was watching a fly move around them. there was no fly. “i took something for my headache and—..” he flinched and closed his eyes as if something was flying at his face. “it wasn’t aspirin.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ bless you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ if you must. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

HE FLAILS AS HE FALLS.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he allowed the other to lead him to safety, a little smile on his lips. though it was scary. having jack here was so comforting, he opened his arms for the other. “cuddle?”

afternoon?

⠀ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ ┈ ┈ 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝔀𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚂 .ᐟ ᅠ ⠀

ᅠ ᅠ 𝔍𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝔐𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺. ᅠ ᅠ

gandalf.