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landon wanted to be alone most days ever since losing his mom and realizing that his issues were only getting worse. he tried to go to bailey but she made it clear she was with gavin now and he was feeling rejected. he went to his grandparent's house which had pretty much become a place for the grandkids to filter in and out of whenever they wanted to. when he walked in no one was there but he saw maia sitting on the couch and it looked like she was crying. "hey...maia?" he knew what happened, the entire family did at this point and he figured that was what she was upset about. "are you...okay?"
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❝ oceans won't keep us apart, as long as you're here in my arms. ❞
— the driive, i'll be there
#handon#handonedit#legacies#legaciesedit#tvdversegifs#*#tvdu#hope & landon are canonically married and he comes to visit her every single day fight me#i gave up on trying to color this so it's b&w#sr: legacies#sr: tvdu#ch: hope mikaelson#ch: landon kirby#sh: hope & landon#vp: landon kirby#!playlist#2022
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i loved all the lowkey shade towards alaric this season i mean... how landon and ted called him out on his bad decision making, and hope absolutely OBLITERATED him when she basically said the reason the school was closing down is his incompetence, truly amazing
#i can't believe she called him her FATHER later...... why does the show do one thing and take it back#ugh ugh ugh#legacies#anti alaric saltzman#landon kirby#ch: ted#hope mikaelson
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💘 MORE IMPORTANT? | @rennisaturate
That bluntness has gotten her into trouble more times than she'd care to admit. Mostly with her father and many members of the nobility who expected her to be a proper queen. It's a pity she never cared for their definition of proper.
Nor in the strength and power in the joining of families. It's a lovely sentiment, but Didi despised how the only strength and power she could ever gain was through giving up...everything. Share a kingdom with someone who didn't know the land or the people. Share herself with them— "I can think of a number of things more important; freedom comes to mind, hm."
And perhaps she's just a little bitter about how happy he was.
"Forgive me," She doesn't mean it, it's just a little phrase she likes to start rants with. "but it is easier for the groom. You marry and you receive her father's land, her kingdom, her dowry— I receive nothing, hm. I am left with a man whose hands are soft because he has never labored or fought with them before. One who is educated but does not speak his mind in order to protect a public persona. I receive a farce of a romance because I, apparently, cannot rule my own homeland without the help of a husband, hm."
#ch: didi#Verse: All I Ever Wanted Was The World#rennisaturate#landon a lil tipsy: it's not too bad right?#didi who came in the room ornery: I Am About To Lay Into This Fool
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LANDON KIRBY (@ofvalor) said “That was good of you.”
She's standing at the window in her room, arms crossed in a classic defensive position as she stares out onto the grounds. Hope is pretty sure that from here, she can see the place where she had stood with Josie, watching as Landon landed with Dorian in his arms. Her fingers toy with her necklace, freezing when she hears her ex's voice behind her.
“That was good of you.”
Hope isn't sure if she is imagining the sarcasm in his voice, but she flinches either way. Whether he is being sincere or not, the tribrid can't forgive herself for the choice she made earlier. Choosing the Saltzmans over Landon.
Choosing Josie over Landon.
"Do you really believe that, Landon?" she sighs, turning to face the man with tears in her eyes. Even if they aren't together anymore, Hope can't just turn off the feelings she had for him, and he will always be important to her. The thought of losing him is enough to trigger a note of panic in her. "Both of us understand what it's like to be left behind. I never wanted to be another person to do that to you." But she is and even she can't change the past. "I'm sorry."
#[ ch: hope mikaelson. ]#[ ic. hope mikaelson. ]#[ landon kirby / ofvalor. ]#ofvalor#i offer u one (1) h.andon#with a reminder that hope chose josie over him#🤷♂️#jokes aside we deserved so much more complexity with them
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» closed starter for: @itsjustbusinessbabes
“Come on,” Landon urged her with a grin. “I thought you were down for a midnight swim in the ocean. You’re not scared, are you?”
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i love you rafael’s brother i love you josie’s ex i love you hope’s boyfriend i love you seylah’s son i love you son of malivore i love you mophead i love you thrift store hobbit i love you sentient jar of mayonnaise i love you frodo baggins i love you human sized muppet i love you moderately competent bird i love you phoenix i love you landon kirby
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@mixcdemotions - Rafael and Landon
"Hey" Rafe said calling out to the other. "I think you let something fall off from your bag. Well, it wasn't mine, so I thought that maybe was yours".
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mason and landon for the contact ask.
name: Lanson Buckley
picture: Mason doesn’t use his phone enough to a, have photos of Landon and b, even bother giving people contact pictures. so its just the generic grey avatar
ringtone: same as above. Just the generic notification noise
last text convo: should i be worried Tala is gonna kill me?
last call time: like 8am
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landon kirby tag drop
#( landon k. / visage )#( landon k. / isms )#( landon k. / ch. study )#( landon k. / interactions )#( landon k. / answered )
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julian had flipped out and gone off of owen, landon and sophia after they found out that summer was going to die. all of them had stormed out of the hospital but both landon and owen had decided to get drunk together at a bar and they hadn’t planned on stopping until they were passed out or dead. both of them knew neither one of them should have been driving but they didn’t care. owen was driving and landon was next to him, they had the music blaring and they continued to drink even in the car. before they could even react owen swerved to avoid another car and he lost control as the car swerved off the road while they were crossing a bridge over the lake. landon his head head on the window and knocked himself out but owen was still awake when the car landed in the lake and began to sink. owen panicked as the car filled with water and he tried to shake landon awake but he wouldn’t wake up. he did his best to try and pull landon, but landon was dead weight and owen didn’t know if he would be able to pull landon out of the water. the car filled completely and owen didn’t know how long he could hold his breath but he used all of the strength he could and pulled landon out of the car window. it was hard for owen to swim with landon who was just keeping him down. for a moment he thought that if he didn’t just let landon go, neither one of them would make it but owen refused to leave his brother to die. someone had called 911 when they saw what happened and as owen was losing oxygen trying to save landon, he started to fade too and in that moment he knew he and landon were both dead. but help came fast and owen felt himself being lifted out of the water, he was still conscious but barely, landon was still passed out and the paramedics couldn’t wake him up.
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ch. 7 - hustling for the good life
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if you made it to the end, thank you🥰
the way forward
Touring is absolutely insane. It’s not as crazy as some people’s like, say, Allie Gooding, but it’s still so. Much. Work. You don’t really dance, mostly hold your guitar while sitting in the middle of a stage while people twirl and leap behind you.
It’s a Blue Glass tour, technically speaking, but Mango is by far the highlight.
You’re in the city of its origin, with its muses sitting front and center.
“I’ll let you go/Because it’s best for me/I slip out the back/And turn the key,” the audience sings.
i saw u on tiktok, Jamie texts that night. fukig mint the way the crowd sang all the words.
Claire was crying, you type back. And why can’t you ever spell “fuck” correctly??
cant all be smarty pants musicians, Jamie writes. Then, been blessed to be a dumb, sexy footballer.
Ok, I have to go to sleep. Flying to some small city tomorrow afternoon. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Called something like idk, Landon? Lodan?
He asks, u still staying at mine?
Yep. Can’t wait!!
FUCKIMG M I N T, Jamie responds.
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You’ve been in Richmond for approximately four hours, just long enough to say hi to Keeley, eat dinner, and, you know, ditch Natalie so you and Jamie can make up for time spent apart.
“That’s disgusting,” she says before hopping into the hired car.
“Ok miss ‘I fucked-‘”
“WHOA, ok,” she says, “I’m going to stop you right there. I’m out of here.”
But now you’re laying in Jamie’s bed as he runs his hand up and down your arm, tucked against his side.
“You’re bringing the team to the show tomorrow, right?” you ask.
“Hm,” Jamie agrees.
“Cool,” you say softly, “Do you think they’re going to want to meet the musical guest?”
“Yes,” Jamie says immediately. “Lads’ve been hounding me all week. Even fucking Ted’s been asking.”
You smile. “Seems no one’s immune to the charms of Allie Gooding.”
“I fucking knew it,” Jamie gasps. “Fucking knew it. You gonna do Creekside?”
“Yeah,” you say.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he asks, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “How you do all this shit, I don’t know.”
You’re silent. The truth is, you don’t even know how you do all this shit. Natalie is barely managing to keep your head on straight as it is. At first, it was fun to travel. Now, you just want a good night of sleep.
You have an especially hard time with meet and greets. It always feels too crowded and stifling, and there’s no Jamie to hold your hand or sneak you out the door so nine times out of ten, you have a panic attack while pretending that everything’s fine.
You’d be happy never touring again, just playing your guitar for Jamie in the living room. Writing songs for the people you love and only for the people you love. Mango felt important in a way that Blue Glass didn’t. It had a message and actually helped people, whether or not they knew it.
Claire sent you a small video every time her song was playing in a shop or on the radio, then end the song by clasping her thumb and index finger into a heart. She sent one of her and the other women in her new house, dancing to Kitchen Epiphany.
“We wouldn’t be here without you, babe!” she said at the end.
But she was wrong. You wouldn’t be there without her. It’s wrong, all wrong, but you only have a couple nights with Jamie so you roll on top of him and press your lips to his.
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You’re in Greece less than a week and a half later, sporting a Tartt jersey as you pull up to your hotel.
Natalie’s been making wiggly eyes at you the whole time you’ve had it on but you don’t care because you’re almost done with this godforsaken tour and you haven’t broken up with Jamie. He still loves you, for some reason you don’t understand.
But hey, you’ve never claimed to understand the male brain.
As you make the mad dash from the car into the safety of the lobby, you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn and see Donovan, your most recent ex. He’s smiling and holding hands with a girl you used to see around his photoshoots.
“How have you been?” he asks warmly.
“Good!” you say. “Hopping all around the world, but good!”
He’s still smiling that picture-perfect smile. “Saw you’re dating Jamie Tartt. You guys actually look happy together. Just like me and Zoe. Unless, of course, it’s show?”
“Oh,” you reply, startled. “I, uh, well,”
“It’s ok,” Donovan interjects. “Zo knows we weren’t actually dating.”
“Oh,” you say again, relieved. You never did feel the need to act around Donovan. “Yeah, no, it’s real. At least, it feels real. Wasn’t set up by a PR firm or anything and we’ve been able to keep it pretty quiet.”
Donovan nods. “You’ve always been good in staying out of trouble. Me, not so much.”
Zoe grins from her place on his arm. “Yeah, but now we get into quiet trouble. We’re getting married this week, and no one even knows that we’re dating.”
She holds out her hand to show you and Natalie the biggest ring you’ve ever seen.
“Nice,” Natalie says. “But we’ve got to check in. Great to see you, Donny.”
“God,” she says as she drags you away, “that could’ve been you. You would have made perfect plastic babies with that absolute fucking Ken.”
“Hey, Dono was nice,” you defend.
“Uh huh. What with all that… personality.”
Ok fine, so maybe he was rather one-dimensional. He and Danielle seem perfectly happy. You’re glad that he’s doing well, despite your so-called “torrid love affair.”
You’ll have to drop by their room at some point to catch up for real.
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You end up going out to a club with him. And Natalie and Danielle of course, but as you step through the doors, you’re kicking yourself. Why did you think this was a good idea? It smells and it’s crowded, but you’re going to suck it up for Natalie, and for the sake of socialization. Your only consolation is that pretty much everyone will be too drunk to know who you are.
It’s all fine, you’ve had some water and you’re dancing with Natalie when the lights hit your eyes wrong, or maybe the beat dropped when you weren’t expecting it, but it doesn’t actually matter because your eyes go wide and you feel like you’re drowning. You push your way through the crowd out the door, barely noticing Donovan and Zoe hot on your heels.
“Hey,” he calls after you, “you alright?”
No, you want to say. No, you’re not alright because you’re with a bunch of strangers and you just want to be home with Jamie. You want to kick a football around with him on the weekends and hold his hand and be alone. You can feel tears sliding down your cheeks, and Donovan cups your face in his hands to wipe them away.
“Maybe we should go,” he says concerned. Zoe’s leaning against a wall, phone out.
“Already got an Uber,” she says. “You’ll be ok, babe.”
Donovan presses a kiss to your forehead. “C’est pas de problème,” he says. “Ne stresses pas.”
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You can tell something’s wrong the moment you wake up. Maybe because you can’t hear Natalie in the other room or maybe it’s intuition, but the air isn’t right. You open up your phone to Instagram and find a picture of you and Donovan from last night. He’s holding your face and looking at you with what you know is concern, but to the observer looks like- love?
Oh shit.
The caption is the standard bullshit - “Forest Fire singer reignites old flame,” and you think you might be sick.
You keep scrolling and there’s another one, this time with Donovan kissing your forehead. The caption underneath is a rant to the effect of, how could you cheat on Jamie Tartt? What a greedy little bitch.
The more you go, the more you find. It’s the same set of pictures with the same set of captions.
It’s the damage to your public image that concerns you. You’ve been around long enough to know that it will blow over, especially because it’s unsubstantiated. You’re thinking of Jamie.
Oh god, what’s he going to think? You’re positive he’s seen it already, because how could he not? It’s so rare that you have a so-called scandal, that you’re trending. If he didn’t find it on his own, one of his friends definitely sent it to him.
Your phone is blowing up with news notifications and text messages. You have ten missed calls from Natalie an inbox full of voicemails. You’ll probably delete all of them without listening.
But what you really care about is Jamie because in the plethora of messages all you’ve gotten from him is a single fucking voice memo. It’s five seconds long, the exact amount of time it takes to say “fuck you,” and you don’t want to open it.
But a voice in your head compels you, the same voice that gave you the ok to fall in love with him in the first place, so before you can talk yourself out if it you press play and hold it up to your ear.
“Hey,” says Jamie’s voice. “I love you.”
And that’s it.
You don’t even try to calculate what time it is in London, you just hit the call button.
“Hey,” says Jamie’s real, actual voice.
“Hi,” you breathe. “I love you. And I hate touring. And press. I just want to make my songs and never fucking tour again. Donovan and I weren’t even doing anything. I had a goddamn panic attack and he was helping me calm down, and his literal fiancée is like three feet off camera but no one knows they’re together because fuck the press.”
Jamie chuckles. “No one’s making you do all this, love. You don’t owe people anythin’. You can just live your life without selling it. But like, if you want to sell it you can. You know?”
“Yeah,” you say.
“Oi. Look. Are you actually doing what you want? Because if it ain’t making you happy, you can stop.”
You can hear a muffled voice in the background before you have a chance to respond.
“Yeah, it’s her,” Jamie says to the voice.
There’s a chorus of your name as Jamie says, “Dani and the lads say hi.”
“Tell them I say hi,” you respond. “Wait, where are you? It’s like nine there. Are you at training?”
“Weight room,” Jamie says, “but don’t get distracted. Are you happy?”
“No,” you say. “No, I’m not I want to- I want to play my guitar in your backyard and talk to Clare and help out Christine and not give Natalie a fucking aneurism every single day. I want to be able to sleep and not worry what people think of me and I want to like singing again. I want to visit my friends and have time to listen to their music and maybe I’ll tour with them, but only for fun. And most of all, I want to be with you. I want to go to all your matches and wear so much red and blue that I look like a gremlin and then I want to go home with you. And I want, like, domestic stuff too, like grocery shopping and cooking and- and-”
“And brushing our teeth at the same time,” Jamie helpfully supplies.
“Yes,” you say. “I’m really tired of all this.”
“Well,” Jamie says, “you’ve got one more week. Then fucking come home.”
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You tell Natalie she’s fired, just to see the look on her face.
She starts yelling when you tell her you’re kidding but only kind of and then she hits you with her purse, stringing together curses in both English and Spanish.
She’s less mad when you give her a raise and tell her she’s now in charge of managing all your shit so you don’t have to.
“I thought that’s what I was doing already,” she says, and now it’s your turn to smack her.
“First decision I’m making is switching to KJPR,” she says.
You ask, “What the fuck is that?” with a nose wrinkle.
Nat just grins. “Keeley’s PR firm.”
You let out a scream. “NO FUCKING WAY. NO FUCKING WAY! How did I miss that??”
Natalie shrugs and says, “She told me to pass on the message because she figured you were busy. I sent her a very nice gift basket from you.”
You sigh and grab Natalie for a hug. “You’re the absolute best, you know that?”
“Uh huh,” she says. “You’d be dead without me.”
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It’s off-season, a year later. You’re on a beach in Brazil, lying in a chair next to Keeley, who’s in a hot-pink bikini.
“I never want to go back to England,” she says, sipping her drink.
You laugh. “I think your boytoy would disagree.”
She huffs and says, “Not my fault he has all that fucking hair. And anyway, he’s the one who wanted to come!”
“Fucking grandad,” Jamie grumbles good-naturedly next to you.
“You invited him,” you say. “You said, ‘Babe, Roy has to be there when we elope.’”
“How was I supposed to know he hated the sun?” Jamie asks, exasperated. “Twat never said anything!”
“He wears black all the time and never smiles, babe. He’s basically a vampire. You should’ve known.”
“I can fucking hear you,” Roy says from under the umbrella. “I’m not fucking deaf.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose and say, “I’m just glad Natalie left yesterday. Some honeymoon this is.”
Jamie gets up from his chair and flops on top of you.
“Oof,” you grunt.
“Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “Hey, think there’s a pitch ‘round here? I brought my boots. Think they’re under the bed, love.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “‘Football is life,’ or whatever. I’m gonna write a hit song about how my husband likes a fucking ball better than me.”
“I’d pay good money to hear that,” Roy says.
Jamie props himself up on his forearms and puts on his most angelic expression. “That’s me, the adorable yet sexy trophy husband. I’m your muse.”
“You’re something,” you say. “Ooh, I think I can use that in the song!”
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#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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At long last: chapter 5 of If I Can Think (Of Something Clever) has arrived.
It's here! It's long! It almost crashed Docs multiple times! I had to quarantine it in its own document! Everything falls into line in this one, and if something happens next year and I end the series, I think this is a fitting end. (Although I do have ideas for #5. Not concrete ones, but they do exist.)
For everyone who's followed the development of this, AKA all my unhinged cackling into the void: thank you. Seriously. First and foremost, I wrote this for me, but you're all on the tier just under that. I'm glad it's resonated with you, and I cannot WAIT to hear what you think of this. I'll give it a few days so as not to spoil the experience, but expect some insider analysis and behind-the-scenes info at some point.
One last time: tag list (and little thank you notes to each member) below the cut.
@tornoleander and @basicallyjaywalker (obvs I've gotta thank you for letting me sit in on the VC for ch.2/3. absolute banger of a time. I hope you enjoy learning if your Landon predictions came true, and PLEASE send me commentary if you happen to do any this time, because that made my DAY.)
@aesthetickiwiiii (we don't talk too much, but it means SO MUCH that you're consistently excited for this! thank you for having my back.)
@abunnsburrow (it's been a hot minute since we've talked, but don't think I've forgotten about your Delara analysis! that definitely influenced some of what I did here.)
@chocotrain29 (tagging you on the off chance that your Tumblr has decided to cooperate again, but I'll still hit you up on Discord as backup - anyway, special thanks for being the very first OSSAS fanartist! I still get all teary when I think about opening that DM.)
@scarlett-writes (special thanks for helping me discuss the chess sequence - I don't think I actually used any of the ideas we came up with, but it was still super helpful.)
@knowledgequeenabc (us ninboomers gotta stick together, yeah? thanks for being here all along, and double thanks for letting me use your OSSAS review as a series blurb. now that I'm done writing for this for a while, I'm funneling my stray creative energy to you and your WIP of choice.)
#OSSAS tag#ninjago skybound#ninjago nya#ninjago nadakhan#ninjago fanfiction#lila speaks#december wip rambles
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"Worthless" Series Masterlist
Ongoing
(Hurt/comfort, pet whump, whump recovery)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 - Bonus | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21
Character Backstories
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Picrews:
Meet Elliot and Lyra | Meet Christian | Meet the Team | A Very Whumpy Picrew | Before / During / After | My Girls | Dumpling | Worthless Cast | Whumpy Picrews | Meet Colleen | Character Heights (not a picrew)
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Drabbles:
Hallucinations | Drunk | First Meeting | Hallucinations Part 2 | Birthday Gift | Accidents | Bed | In the Beginning | Strays | Nightmares | Recovery Day 1 | Lights Out | Safe | Drunk Part 2 | Panic | The Truth | A Real Dog | Nails | Feeding Tube | In Public | Alone with Landon | Basement | Baby's First Mission | Restrained | Valentine's Day Collab (Elliot's POV) (Cedar’s POV)
Shorter Snippets:
"I'm glad you're here" | "Will you read to me?" | Everything is okay
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Art:
Landon and Elliot (ch.9) | Elliot and Lyra (drunk drabble) | Karine Fanart (The Truth drabble) | Elliot Fanart | Elliot Fanart 2
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My Other Writing Masterlist
#pet whump#pet whumpee#caretaker#whumper#whump#whump writing#whump recovery#original characters#original writing#ongoing#whump fic#worthless#livelaughwhump
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JOSIE SALTZMAN ( @asiphon ) said ❛ i don’t want to be with anyone else. i only want you. no matter the consequences. ❜
He wants to say yes, so badly, but there is something stopping him from it. It wouldn’t be right, or fair, to any of them, and he hates being in this position. Leave it for his luck to spend his entire life searching for someone who wanted him around, and suddenly he had two amazing people looking to him for the right answer. What the fuck did he know about the right answer?
His lips are dry as he tries to think of what to say, how to say what he needs to, without absolutely shattering any of them, and he wishes for the comfort of pen and paper, to hide behind written words instead of having to look someone in the eye and disappoint them.
“Jo, I-” he stops again, the words stuck again in his throat, and he is embarrassed when a quiet, pitiful sound escapes and he tries to cover it up with a cough. “You are, without a doubt, one of the best people I know. And the time we’ve spent together has been... you don’t even know what it means to me, and I won’t ever forget it. Never.”
The ‘but’ lingers in the air between them and for all the times he’s mourned being human, he’s never wished for powers more than in this very moment. The ability to vamp speed away, or compel away the hurt, or cast some spell that would fix this. But he’s just boring, human Landon and all he has is his brain and his instincts, and neither of them tell him what to do.
“I’m sorry...”
#[ ic. landon kirby. ]#[ ch: landon kirby. ]#[ josie saltzman / asiphon. ]#asiphon#everyone look awAY
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@wynterlanding // closed starter
At the gas station, Kaitlyn filled up the old, bright red Jeep. A full tank of gas, since they were going to need it for the long journey ahead. She claimed her spot in the driver seat but before she went ahead and drove away, she turned to Landon, offering him a small smile. “Thanks again for coming with me. You probably didn’t want to spend your fall break traveling 16 hours away, stuck inside a car with me.” It meant a lot to her actually. She didn’t want to drive all alone, though she would have if he hadn’t come.
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