task 005 | Redwood specific instagram

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task 005 ¦ instagram

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task 005 | instagram [redwood]

task 005 | instagram [combination rl and redwood]

what lucien would wear to prom:

Even though he was never a fan of big social gatherings, he was forced to go to many of them in Hollywood, so he learned to appreciate a good tux. Plus, he knows he looks good in it.

what lucien will wear to prom:

He didn't exactly bring formal clothes with him and there was never any need to have anything tailored, always aiming for more comfortable day to day stuff. Clothes from raids are rarely his size, so he will have to make do with what's in his closet.

task 005 ¦ instagram

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task 005 | instagram

Alex had dreamed of her every night since he had arrived in Redwood. The actual images in his dreams were sparse. Quick flashes of her cold arm sticking out from under the wooden planks covering her body, him dragging her body out of the barn, her corpse on the ground, completely exposed to the elements, as he looked back one last time before heading off to Redwood. It wasn’t the images that bothered him so much as the nausea that accompanied them. The sickness wasn’t as bad as it had been after losing Nate, but it was there nonetheless. Time was the only cure.

He had never known her. Was it better or worse that he had been the one to find her? Part of him wished someone else had found Nathan’s body and then just told him what had happened, but there was also a sense of… purpose, perhaps, knowing that he had been the one to find him. When there was nothing left of someone you loved, you wanted what you could get, no matter how awful or traumatizing the experience ended up being.

Part of him felt it was selfish to attend the funeral in the first place considering everything. So he stayed in the background as well as he could. Everyone seemed to be off in their own little world for the most part. If there was an afterlife of some sort, he hoped that she was able to see how many people had loved her, cherished her, mourned her. There were few people in the world that could bring this many people together like this, he thought.

A dozen or so yards away from the crowd, Alex watched as they put the cross in the ground. He might have never known her, but he sent a silent thank you to her for being the person she was and all that she had done. Told her that he would try his best to be worthy of his new place in this miracle town. Thanked her for being part of the town that had kept Cass and Renee and his nephews safe for so long. That he wished he had gotten a chance to know her.

With that, he stood up and went back to the farmhouse.

Sol doesn't attend Ginny's memorial.

He's lame, for one thing, and he won't let anyone expend effort on him beyond what's absolutely necessary to keep him alive.

He's a coward, too. Terrified of everyone else's grief, of the echoes he'll hear. Keep her safe out there. Watch her back.

Lastly, he's exhausted. His dead father keeps him up. Recites one particular lecture every night, just as he dips into the deepest, most necessary part of his sleep cycle.

"You do these things, Solomon, without thinking. And I wonder to myself, 'how did I raise such a boy?' How did I fail you, that you would act so carelessly? Where am I deficient? My brother, he tells me that this is the way boys are sometimes. But not my boys. Your brother never behaved like this, fighting, baited so easily by teasing. It's unacceptable that you should be so affected by the actions of others. You must be better if you wish to be a member of this family. You must think before you do things because if you keep on like this, you'll do something you can't come back from. You are coming of an age, Solomon, where it is no longer rehearsal. This is the show and you are fast becoming the villain."

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