She's not there-- {cat}

[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall - - ► c'mon skinny love At the tender age of sixteen, Audrey still failed to fully grasp the concept of “in walking distance.” If a location were within ten miles of her person, she would be hell-bent on forcing her skinny legs to carry her there. Case and point, the young blonde was rounding the final turn before the town’s central park, which was at least five miles from her dormitory, and she had made her way there in insufferably tight skinny jeans and heavy combat boots. “Here.” Audrey typed quickly, pressing the send button with her thumb before shoving the smart phone back into her jacket pocket. It was almost midnight and she had arrived at least ten minutes before the time that she had agreed upon with her dealer: A Vandergraaf was never late to a business exchange or social engagement. Fishing a bony hand into the opening of her leather purse, Audrey groped about until she felt the smooth plastic film of her cigarette pack and angled it out carefully. Earlier in the day the blonde had managed to knock over the pack inside of her purse, spilling cigarettes everywhere. There were still flakes of tobacco floating around the Marc Jacobs satin lining, and needless to say, she wasn’t looking to repeat the incident. Balancing a cigarette carefully between her pouty lips, she struck the gear of the Zippo and brought the flame to the cigarette’s rolled paper end, casting it aflame. The teen sucked greedily, filling her lungs with the harsh smoking and allowing the surge of nicotine to rush to her head. Feeling light-headed, she set down her bag on a rusted park bench and shifted her feet to third position. She then raised her right arm gracefully and slowly exhaled as she tilted her head back. Plumes of wispy smoke dissipated into the misty night sky, floating up toward the heavy fog that stood against the stars. Michigan nights were bitter during this time of year, but Audrey would never allow the weather to stop her from venturing outdoors: There was no sweeter taste than the moisture of midnight air. The gusts of cigarette smoke pushing down her throat quelled the hunger of her stomach, the sudden adrenaline confusing her body’s chemistry, making the young girl feel as though she were sated. Ballerinas were the athletes that were most commonly associated with smoking cigarettes—Sure, it depleted one’s supply of fresh oxygen, but more importantly, it helped to keep the weight off. A full breath became irrelevant if you were too heavy for the lift. After taking a final drag, Audrey tossed the finished butt into the dewy grass and crushed it with the toe of her boot. It was officially midnight, and the blonde’s dealer still hadn’t responded to her previous text message. She shrugged her bony shoulders in aggravation, the sinews of her back resembling the wings of a bird; there was no point in harassing the dude, he was bound to arrive in his own time. Sighing exasperatedly, Audrey bowed her knobby knees and attempted to move into a grand plié. Unfortunately for this ballerina, her pants were far too tight and wouldn’t allow her to drop any further after lowering herself just a few inches. “Ugh…” she moaned to the wind, annoyed that she couldn’t spend her down time stretching. Admittedly, it was somewhat bizarre to practice ballet in a public park on a Saturday night, but the place was practically deserted save for a few pigeons and homeless guy, or a drunken hipster, it was somewhat hard to differentiate the two. She scoffed, at the young man, proving her lack of sympathy toward the derelict… Although she also wasn’t particularly sympathetic toward anyone, so at least she wasn’t discriminating. Audrey’s phone suddenly buzzed and the girl hastily grabbed it and stared at its lit up screen, her large eyes frantically scanning the text: “Sry, running late. B there in 30.” The teen began to scowl, appearing more than frustrated as she tugged at the ends of her long platinum hair. Audrey resisted the now overwhelming urge to call her dealer screaming, “Just give me my fucking Adderall you goddamned cocknose!” She was his best customer after all, and she definitely deserved better treatment than this… Anyway, it looked like she was going to be here for awhile… what happened here TAGS: CAT , WORDS: 700 + , LYRICS: BON IVER - SKINNY LOVE , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[GABRIEL LEVI ADKINS]

oh, girl, this boat is sinking...

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Partying, for Gabriel, had become something of a weekend ritual. In fact, in recollection, he wasn’t sure of a Saturday to pass that hadn’t involved, at the least, drinks with friends. Surely, if it weren’t for the alcohol and lucky breaks with ladies, he’d be going absolutely bonkers at this damn school. Nope, he wasn’t particularly fond of Mayview Academy, or, for the most part, its attendees, but there wasn’t a whole lot that could be done for it, if not for the temporary escapes that came with Saturday nights. Tonight, as it happened, Gabriel was downtown at one of his buddy’s homes. This buddy, as it turns out, was a university student, and his parties were top notch, usually. Tonight... not so much, but that, really, was just a minor detail in the grand scheme of things. Generally, the parties Gabriel attended drove well on into the morning, but this one, for whatever reason, was dwindling down near midnight... which was a shame, but there was nothing that could be rightfully done to prevent its evident demise. Gazing around the smoky room, Gabriel set his beer bottle down, and bid his goodbyes– there was no sense in sticking around for something was not likely to happen.


Stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket, Gabriel frowned as he departed his buddy’s house. He was, admittedly, let down, and, at this point, only slightly buzzed... which, after everything, wasn’t quite satisfactory. Whatever. Fumbling for a cigarette in his pocket, Gabriel retrieved one and lazily placed it between his lips. Snapping his beloved Zippo open, a small flame emerged, and he absently held it up to the cancer stick until it lit. From there, he welcomed the chemicals into his lungs, exhaling the excess smoke into the frigid air surrounding him. He wasn’t about to lie: This solitude he had fallen into was surprisingly nice, and he was actually happy to have left the dying party when he had. For this reason, Gabriel chose to take a longer route back to the dormitories. It involved going through the park in town, and it was entirely safe to assume that the place would be barren.


Of course, because things could never be ideal, it wasn’t, and as he made his way through the darkness, he spotted a figure not too far off. This evoked a soft groan from Gabriel... but given the distance that currently stood between the two, he figured whoever else was in the park hadn’t heard him. Now, it briefly occurred to Gabriel that he could skip any confrontation with the other habitant of the grounds, but, unfortunately, that involved backtracking to the main road, which added an additional fifteen minutes to his walk that he wasn’t willing to make. As he made his way towards the other side of the park, and with that, the person, their figure began to make itself clearer, and it occurred to Gabriel that he knew this girl. Audrey. They had a brief history that, for the most part, went ignored. She was good for some things, but she wasn’t a friend, by any means. Gabriel didn’t really do actual friends, anyways. Lazily, he strolled towards the girl from behind; she didn’t seem to notice him approaching, so when he was close enough, he spoke with the cigarette bobbing up and down between his lips. “What the fuck are you doing out here?” he demanded, his deep, brash voice filling the otherwise quiet night air. See, pleasant greetings weren’t really his thing, and so this is what Audrey got. Given everything, though, she was probably used to his rude antics... enough to know that it was, for the most part, harmless, anyways.

tag VIOLA & AUDREY
outfit yo
thoughts apologies for this disaster of a reply!

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall - - ► c'mon skinny love Audrey was becoming more aggravated by the second—She was paying for a service, and therefore, she expected at least a minor amount of consideration for her time. She sighed, reaching for another cigarette, deciding to chain smoke to pass the time; the skinny blonde contemplated listening to music, but she was already vulnerable enough as a young woman alone in a park after dark, she didn’t need to become completely oblivious to her surroundings. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she flipped open her pack and pulled out a fresh cigarette, carelessly popping it between her lips. She uncapped her lighter and struck the gear, shielding the flame with her hand as she brought it closer to her mouth. Sucking at the filter, the cigarette was finally lit, and as she shut her lighter and shoved it back into her pocket, a brash voice suddenly appeared from just behind her, ”What the fuck are you doing out here?” The frail girl yelped, her cigarette falling to the sidewalk as she whipped herself around, her pales eyes immediately recognizing Gabriel as her expression turned from fearful to enraged. ”What the fuck is wrong with you?” she spat at him before making a fist and punching the teen, aiming for his arm, but ultimately missing, hitting the well-muscled boy right in the shoulder with her bony knuckles. ”Ouch!” she exclaimed pitifully, shaking out her mildly injured hand, still irritated as she turned her face down toward the pavement to see that her cigarette was still burning—She picked it up and placed it right back into her mouth, uncaring of whether or not Gabe found the behavior gross. After all, Audrey didn’t really give a shit about what he thought, as long as he was still willing to stick it to her every once in a while. Now that the ballerina was no longer terrified, she was somewhat thankful that she had someone to talk to while she stood around waiting. Eventually the girl regained her composure, holding her head high and her shoulders back as she took a drag, speaking as her mouth expelled plumes of smoke, ”And for your information, dickwad, I’m waiting for someone.” She grinned a little mischievously at the boy, her sweet tone of voice not exactly matching the rancor of her words. Gabriel and Audrey had a rather bizarre relationship—They sort of hated each other, but also didn’t, would fuck occasionally, then wouldn’t… It was a relationship of mutual sexual exploitation, and both of the teens seemed content with just that. what happened here TAGS: SRY IT'S SHORT , WORDS: 400 + , LYRICS: BON IVER - SKINNY LOVE , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[GABRIEL LEVI ADKINS]

oh, girl, this boat is sinking...

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At Aubrey’s dramatic response, Gabriel’s lips curled upwards in a spiteful smirk. He got a simple pleasure out of others’ anger, especially when said anger belonged to Audrey. He watched idly with arched eyebrows as she drew her small fist back and snapped it forward, creating a small impact against his shoulder to which he barely flinched. Unable to contain his laughter (which, obviously, was at Audrey’s expense), he eyed her as she recoiled her fist and tended to the pain. “Wow,” he snorted, ignoring her original demand, because, frankly, he had no desire to explain the situation, though it could easily be inferred. He was a party boy. It was Saturday. The dots weren’t incredibly difficult to connect, though his being alone at the park was mildly strange... but it was the same for her. As she picked up the cigarette that had fallen to the ground on behalf of his scaring her, a single eyebrow rose slightly further. “I could’ve given you one,” he stated absently afterwards, and it was something of a strange statement coming from him, because, truly, generosity wasn’t a common trait of his. In fact, it was nearly unheard of. Still, the offer had briefly been in the air, and, of course, it had since depleted, but it had said something, at the time.

“Waiting for someone?” he repeated with mild interest as she went on to explain herself. “That’s a little sketchy, Audrey,” Gabriel added, mockingly, as a second thought as he tossed his dwindling cigarette to the ground and put it out with the heel of his boot. He wasn’t completely blind to the reasons behind her being here; it was common knowledge that she was into other things, but Gabriel, in all honesty, had never cared to find out the specifics, because, as far as her lifestyle went, he could care less. That had always been a good thing about Gabriel. At the end of day, he really didn’t care about other people. Their life was purely their business, and, despite the status of “popularity” that he had somehow been granted, he kept to himself, and minded his own business. Audrey was no different, and her affairs belonged entirely to her, even if Gabriel teased.

tag VIOLA & AUDREY
outfit yo
thoughts short, as you can see, is quite alright with me!

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall - - ► c'mon skinny love Audrey raised an eyebrow at Gabriel’s offer of a cigarette; it was the first the time the teen could remember him offering anything that didn’t include the words “fuck,” “cock,” or “suck.” It was probably some sort of slip-up, a glitch in his anatomical system, either way, the moment had passed, and Gabriel was right back to his to his ordinary prick behavior. ”That’s a little sketchy, Audrey.”

[/i] the boy mocked her somewhat playfully, his demeanor nonchalant as if he always had somewhere better to be. Audrey sighed, tossing her butt as well, but instead letting it burn out into an ashy husk on the walkway, not giving Gabe the pleasure of looking like she gave a shit.

Before she could spit back another snide remark, the sixteen yearold’s phone buzzed, and immediately she snagged it from her pocket, unlocking its screen and reading her most recent text message feverishly quick: “Forgot to re-up. Sry 4 making u wait, tmrw night?”

Audrey’s left eyebrow twitched in disbelief, her lips pressed tightly together as she resisted the overwhelming urge to smash her cell phone into the ground. ”Holy shit!” she spat irately, clenching and unclenching her little fists as her knuckles turned white, her bony shoulders shivering in anger.

”Jesus fucking Christ.” she spoke through her teeth, her jaw-clenched shut as she fumbled through her trappings for one of her last pills of Klonapin. She couldn’t handle the stress of this situation anymore; she needed the relief now, even if it would come at the price of withdrawal tomorrow morning. Fuck it.

Popping the little orange pill into her mouth, she swallowed it dry, now overcome with a sensation of relief as she allowed the benzodiazepine to take effect. The fragile blonde tilted her head back and lowered her eyelashes as she returned her attention to Gabriel, sauntering toward him with ease as she spoke.

”Sorry about that…” the girl cooed, extending her index finger and lightly dragging a manicured nail down the center of the boy’s muscled chest, ”I just get really, really angry when people waste my time.” She paused at the waist of his jeans, her glazed eyes meeting his as she drew even nearer, ”So, do you know where I could get a disgusting quantity of pharmaceuticals on such short notice?”






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what happened here

TAGS: GIVE ME PILLS OR GIVE ME DEATH ,
WORDS: 400 + ,
LYRICS: BON IVER - SKINNY LOVE ,
OUTFIT: HERE

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[GABRIEL LEVI ADKINS]

oh, girl, this boat is sinking...

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Her cell phone buzzed, its sounds filling the otherwise peaceful nighttime atmosphere, and Gabriel’s eyebrows arched... which, coincidentally, happened quite often in the presence of Audrey. Surely, if the text was what he hoped it might be, her reaction would be a laugh and a half for him. Truly, he couldn’t take her seriously when she was angry. It was a joke... but, in her defense, everything was some form of a joke to Gabriel. He just couldn’t take some things seriously. It helped move things along seamlessly in his life.

Her reaction, of course, as her pale eyes viciously scanned the iPhone screen was utterly ideal, and as the parade of profanity slid effortlessly from her lip glossed lips, he smiled... at her suffering, more or less, but it was a smile, all the same. However, as she dug into her purse and drew a small pill, Gabriel merely looked on with curiosity. Of course, he was an alcohol and cigarette sort of man, and, rarely, did he stray from his two loves.


As Audrey stepped in, uttering a sweet apology and tracing a slender finger down his chest, Gabriel merely offered his typical, conceited smirk. He knew an approach like this had been coming, and, let’s be honest, he wasn’t complaining and he wasn’t surprised. “It’s no problem...” he trailed off absently as his gaze shifted downwards at the younger girl as she drew herself closer to him in the cold, cold air.


Of course, as she spoke again, he was drawn back to reality once more, and that spiteful smile of his returned. “Did your dealer stand you up tonight? What... a... shame,” he drawled on slowly, careful to maintain the closeness that they had suddenly created as he idly traced a thumb across her cheek. “And, unfortunately for you, I don’t... It’s not really my thing, as you probably guessed...” His voice trailed off once again as his attention was drawn specifically to Audrey.

He didn’t really care that, to his peers’ standards, she stood alone as an outcast. If anything, it was appealing, because, for the most part, she stood separate from the bullshit that usually went on. It was highly refreshing. She also carried that fuck-it attitude that he so enjoyed, though he’d never admit to these things aloud, and definitely not to Audrey, herself. He could pretend that he despised her personality and her decisions all he wanted, but, really, he didn’t mind her. How could he?

His thumb had trailed just lightly over her lips and held her chin carefully as if it were a fragile piece of china as he drew his face just an inch closer so his warm breath touched her cheek as she spoke. “If I, uh, hear anything, you’ll be the first to know,” that smirk returned to match his soft, teasing tone, though it stood apart, more distance this time... “Wouldn’t want you having withdrawals now...”

tag VIOLA & AUDREY
outfit yo
thoughts he is sort of a prick tho

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall - - ► c'mon skinny love As Audrey stood directly before Gabriel, she began to scan his appearance, starting with his striking eyes, oceanic in their coloring, and trailing all the way down to his worn leather boots. The teenager’s facial symmetry was impressive; a Grecian nose, plush lips, and a masculine jaw. The slight girl lapped the older boy up, her forearms developing goose bumps as he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. She knew prescription pills weren’t the teen’s expertise, but the girl was openly shameless about her vices, constantly on the lookout for drugs at any opportunity. Audrey was concerned with how her peers perceived her, but not in a conventional fashion. She wanted to seem fragile and intelligent, but she didn’t give a shit whether or not she was understood as normal or likeable. Being popular was irrelevant to her sense of self worth; all she craved was to feel beautiful and alluring to the opposite gender. As Gabriel’s thumb wandered from her cheek to her lips, the ballerina understood his intentions, playing innocent as he cupped her chin and drew nearer, ”If I, uh, hear anything, you’ll be the first to know. Wouldn’t want you to have withdrawals now…”

[/i] Audrey bit her bottom lip as she delicately tilted her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she exposed her long porcelain neck, ”It’s sweet that you’re concerned, but I have my ways.” She spoke in a purr, hooking her dainty fingers into the boy’s belt loops and pulling him toward her, their bodies just millimeters apart, ”But who’s going to take care of you? You know you shouldn’t wander around at night by yourself…”

Audrey licked her lips and lightly pinched the older boy’s ear lobe, knowing the tenderness of the innocuous spot. ”It would be my pleasure to escort you back to your dormitory.” she offered coyly, using her free hand to snake around the boys waist and slip into his back pocket, her cool touch pressed against denim and the flesh just beneath it.

Intoxicated and seductive, Audrey’s eyelids grew heavy as she felt her corporeal form ascend reality, floating above their bodies as her sensory experiences screamed out in bliss; Gabriel had never turned down a “one night stand” before, but the girl no longer understood if that’s what the teens shared. It certainly wasn’t love or friendship, but their bodies seemed to collide on regular basis, so what exactly was that? Lovers with no context, together they seemed to defy romantic convention.






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what happened here

TAGS: LOVER I DON'T WANT TO LOVE ,
WORDS: 418 ,
LYRICS: BON IVER - SKINNY LOVE ,
OUTFIT: HERE

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[GABRIEL LEVI ADKINS]

my fingertips and my lips
they burn from the cigarettes

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God, Audrey made Gabriel drool. There was something about her that made her so fucking desirable, but Gabriel couldn't place a finger on it, and it left him wondering hopelessly. The way she trailed a pianist's finger down his chest, eventually finding their way to the belt loops of his jeans nearly melted him to a nothing, and it was all he could do to remain standing. Potentially, this was the alcohol left over in his system speaking, but, regardless, he was momentarily smitten. As Audrey slowly granted him leeway to her neck, he relished in the moment, tracing his lips across the smooth, porcelain surface that was her skin. A smirk briefly crossed his features as she mentioned that a boy like him oughtn't to be wandering around alone at night. "Oh, Audrey... it's not me we have to worry about," he responded lazily and without much thought into the words he shared.

"Though, uh..." realizing the full intentions of her spiel, he went on a moment later as his hands wandered over the surface of her hips and he held her a little bit closer to him. "Since you offered... we might as head go back."

At this, Gabriel reluctantly released the girl and a distance was restored between them. Taking a brief moment to compose himself from the closeness, he gazed at her with his lazy eyes. He was quite pleased, and a little surprised, at how his evening had unfolded. Audrey's company was always welcomed in times like these, especially when no one else was around.

Drawing a third cigarette from his coat pocket, Gabriel carefully placed it between his closed lips. As he lit it in a few routine motions, he furrowed his brows and looked at Audrey as if he expected something, though he wasn't sure what, of her. Since the offer was now in the air, Gabriel wanted to get her back to his dorm as quickly as possible-- he had never been one to waste time, and certainly not with Audrey, because, let's be honest, they were like-minded in the essence that they wanted the same things. "Shall we go?" he muttered a moment later as he released a cloud of smoke into the otherwise clear air. Manners... they weren't entirely his thing, but Audrey knew well enough to expect nothing more of him. He wasn't the sort of fellow to change his ways for anyone.


tag viola & audrey.
outfit here
thoughts finally, a reply. i'm sorry for making you wait.

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall - - ► c'mon skinny love Audrey was satisfied with the boy’s easy response, her vision hazy as she took him in, watching hungrily as the cigarette passed through his full lips, its filter engulfed by his mouth. Testosterone seemed to burst from Gabriel’s pores, spilling onto every surface he passed, falling into every girl he touched. He was still a teenager, but he carried himself like a man with his chest puffed out and his chin held high. His denim was worn in and a cigarette hung lazily from his lips, and like a modern James Dean, all he did was smolder. ”Hold my hand.” the dancer managed through a surge of lust, slipping her dainty hand beside his, their fingers interlacing as she felt the roughness of his palms scrape against her own. From an outsider’s perspective, this may have seemed romantic: Two teenage lovebirds strolling through the park after sunset, hands interlocked as they made their way home. Instead, they were just two horny fuckers looking to get it in, both entitled and demented as they stumbled back to their overpriced prep school. It wasn’t a lover’s fantasy, but rather, debauchery. Sucking on a cigarette as they walked down quiet side streets, Audrey leaned her head against Gabe’s muscled shoulder, her weight falling into him as they progressed. The ballerina was having trouble keeping her head up; she was beginning to experience withdrawal, and she hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Feeling her eyelids droop with exhaustion, she stopped for a moment, holding tightly onto the boy’s frame to remain upright. She didn’t want to ask the boy to carry her; that was needy and bizarre. Additionally, she was afraid that Gabe wouldn’t be able to support her weight, and that he would end up dropping her, which would create another unnecessary moment of embarrassment to add to her photo album of shame. Nope. Instead, the girl simply stopped in her tracks, holding up a hand to signify that she needed to take a break before moving forward. ”Sorry, I’m just really exhausted all of a sudden…” her voice trailed off as she sunk to the sidewalk, her body coming down from the stimulants. The blonde had been running on nothing for quite some time now, and it was catching up to her, fast. what happened here TAGS: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT :9 , WORDS: 381 , LYRICS: BON IVER - SKINNY LOVE , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[GABRIEL LEVI ADKINS]

my fingertips and my lips
they burn from the cigarettes

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Romantic gestures didn’t come easily for Gabriel– he just didn’t think about those sorts of things, and when he did, he didn’t care enough to carry through with the desired actions... but Audrey’s request for him to hold her hand surprised him; it was rather unlike her, and he found himself obliging anyhow. As her hand touched his and their fingers interlocked, his gaze wandered downwards and he briefly examined the embrace. It was strange, and, for Gabriel, unfamiliar. It was easy to become accustomed to it, though, and as they walked down the sidewalk, side by side, towards their school, he decided he rather liked it. It gave him something to absently ponder, and her hand was soft and smooth against his own rough palm.


For a while, the two walked in a blissful silence. Gabriel focused on her hand and the underlying promises that were to be fulfilled upon returning to his dormitory, and he was pleased. His cigarette hung loosely from his lips, and, occasionally, he tended to it, breathing in the warm toxins and releasing a plume of smoke through his slightly opened lips. Even as Audrey shifted her weight against him, he didn’t think much of it, despite the fact that with every step, it increased. She was small and light and he had figured it was something all girls did– lean heavily against a fellow, deeming it cute or something of the sort. It wasn’t until she came to a complete stop and began to sink towards the cement that Gabriel realized his judgement was flawed.


Her explanation–a sudden exhaustion– made him feel weary, but, for a moment, he didn’t act on it. He simply jammed his newly freed hands into his coat pockets, offering the young lady a chance to catch her breath, or whatever it was that she needed, in a moment to herself. After a short while, Gabriel decided to lower himself beside her. He put out his cigarette against the cement, and gazed curiously at the girl. “Are you gonna be good?” he asked softly after a moment of sitting beside her. He wasn’t sure what was happening or how to appropriately deal it with, but he felt as though... since he was here, it was his duty, in a strange sort of way.


“Uh...” he hesitated a moment later, before carefully placing a strong arm over her shoulder and pulling her in to him. If she was unwell, and needed support, he’d offer it. He wasn’t going to be that guy... even if everyone typically viewed him as one. “If you’re not... I could probably carry you– if you need me to.” Whatever had happened, Gabriel didn’t like it. He knew, because he wasn’t an idiot, that it was probably related to her drug intake– she wasn’t exactly wholesome, and that, believe it or not, worried him. “Audrey?”


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