GO AWAY. HE HAS FUCKIN DARK CIRCLES AROUND HIS EYES!! HE HAS ACNE AND PEACH FUZZ AND HAS ONLY SMILED TWICE IN CANON. HE FUCKING SNARLS AND LIVES ON PIZZA ROLLS!! HE’S GROSS! DRAW HIM GROSS!!
‘ Shifting the Sands. Hotter then Hell. Upon her lips, teardrops fell.Through the serpentine flame, I screamed her name, but she never WOKE UP! ’
❝Points to you, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Mister Christiansen,❞ he shifts uncomfortably. Perhaps that was Joseph’s goal though: to make Ernest uncomfortable. Fine, then, two could play that game. ❝Did you fuck her? Did you fuck the corpse?❞ perhaps that was a bit too far, whatever. He raises an eyebrow, looking at him almost earnestly.
ERNEST KNEW —— & DEEP DOWN, lucien knew it too; regardless he’s taken aback by UNFORESEEN flow of tears. bewildered that ernest (the egotistical fuck-er), arrogant and typically composed (hah), had a soul to speak of. “ —— woah.. „ slips far beyond his reach, his CONTROL —— and it isn’t until the following seconds that lucien recognizes how STUPID this is, jeopardizing their friendship for something so MORONIC like a dog. at least ernest was happier like that, he loved dogs, right? he wouldn’t even MISS him, he didn’t need him.. lucien knew that he didn’t, like everybody else. “ i-.. i’m sorry for punching you, but at least you’ll look tough, like you have some ba- ! „ cuts himself short, poorly worded on his behalf——
lucien barley knows anything about comforting ANYBODY, but particularly ernest —— he reflects unto how damien did it, like when he was scared of the dark, or like.. THE DARK. it was harder than it looked.. “ hey look, it’s- it’s cool y’know? like if you got a dog i wouldn’t care, it’s totally cool! „ at least while he could BREATHE —— “ i could.. skype you, or something stupid like that. „
FOR GOD’S SAKE, LUCIEN WAS HIS BEST FRIEND, if not his only friend. It was something he’d NEVER admit to, though it was always extremely obvious to everyone that the kids he hung around for the most part, tended to be annoyed by his company and wanted him GONE. But those were his friends, right? At least when he was hanging around people other than Lucien. Nobody wanted to befriend the angry kid, nor the one who was the son of their TEACHER, at that. God KNOWS what Ernest tells his father when their backs are turned (nothing.) He needed Lucien more than he’d EVER admit, he was the only one willing to stick though anything with him, and it meant more to Ernest than he could ever imagine. To this, he could say FUCK having a dog, at least for right now. He couldn’t risk losing Lucien’s friendship yet, if ever, no matter how BADLY he wanted a dog. That could wait, if Hugo would ever say yes.
❝— NeverMIND,❞ he’d speak, once he could breathe somewhat properly. ❝I doubt Hugo w– would… Whatever. I think I wanna have you stick around, I guess,❞ he pauses sniffling. God, this was embarrassing. ❝I’m sorry for biting you. I didn’t mean it.❞
people always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. two sentences in and everyone’s already shouting “what the fuck that’s illegal” or “you can’t do that” let me talk dear god
