wayne-tamer:

The blond narrows his eyes slightly at the sudden sound of someone calling a name, it causes him to stare up slowly to take a curious gander, thought they called him it wasn’t his name any more. Wayne blinks and stares away again, he didn’t want to seem rude and stare right over.

He remains quite, gently crouching to the floor and picking a small daisy. It seemed to be keeping him happy at least- Lets not forget the little rabbit tucked away under his arm. Wayne scratches at his dirty hair, he looked homeless, annoyed and lost.

Those features…! He most definitely was, wasn’t he? They weren’t mistaken. They couldn’t be mistaken, not when it came to him. Yet… There was something off. Something wrong. “Scottie? It’s u—” a hand was placed upon Zemar’s mouth as Atash yanked him back a bit, a stoic look upon his face.

“Don’t mind this fool. You looked like someone we knew.” he stated simply, ignoring the confused glare that Zemar shot him. “I’m Atash. This idiot is Zemar.” he finally spoke, giving Zemar a warning look before removing his hand.

“Ah.. Bale… forgive me. Nice to meet you.”

Many years had passed… Many things had been seen. And through out it all, Atash had started to learn. He had grown, in a way. He wasn’t the person he was before… Even his interactions with Zemar had changed, had become more mellow. Though there were times he would still kick his ‘brother’ around to make him shut up. The fact stayed that they were in the same position now. And the same question plagued their mind daily… What were they?

Atash closed his eyes for a second, heaving a deep sigh before slowly opening his golden hues to stare at Zemar as he continued speaking with a frown on his face. For the love of-

“Zemar. Shut the fuck up.”

Brown hues were settled upon the other, a glare fixed on the dark-haired’s face before finally he scoffed and looked away, walking along with Atash in silence.

A silence that rung on for quite a while until something caught their attention… A familiar face… A faded memory… Blonde hair. Eyes widened almost simultaneously as they turned their head to look over their shoulder. There was a silence… One that was broken by Zemar’s voice.

“Scottie!”

shrouded-in-darkness:

Love, comfort, home.

                       (Shrouded In Darkness(Tumblr After Dark)

Follow me into the darkness

[ text ] fuck

[ text ] fck broris

[ text ] brois bro broisodamnit BOIRISBORIS.

[ text ] idefk where I am

[ text ] omg did we go out drinkin?

[ text ] where r u

[ text ] r we in vegas?

[ text ] wtf how did we get here

[ text ] where teh fuk r u

[ text ] lol u lost ur

[ text ] oh wait I got it

[ text ] i got ur motorcycle

[ text ] it pink

[ text ] … i didnt do it

[ text ] omg

[ text ] r u wearing a ring

[ text ] why the fuck

[ text ] am I wering a ring

[ text ] i wnana be at a strip club etoo

[ text ] k wait

half an hour later

[ text ] ….

[ text ] brois

[ text ] boris man

[ text ] i got held up

[ text ] liek

[ text ] srsly held up

[ text ] im kinda playin tag wif de polise

[ text ] police

[ text ] but ill be there

[ text ] gimme an hour

[ text ] at most

[ text ] k ilu man

[ text ] sorry fer ur motorcycle

[ text ] u know ilu right

[ text ] ur my fuckin best friend

[ text ] ……

[ text ] ur my only friend

[ text ] but i don need nobody

[ text ] as a frien

[ text ] ur perfect

[ text ] ur so fucking perfect mna

[ text ] ilu

[ text ] wundt traed u for the world

[ text ] k see you soon