01-21-2020, 04:46 AM
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— there were certain vices in life that could become addicting. freddie knew those vices all too well; they were far more enjoyable than any of those saintly virtues could possibly satisfy. lust, recklessness, greed… they were parts of fred that he knew all too well. to say anyone else found them any less addicting and satisfying--
they would be telling a bold-faced lie. everyone felt that itch, that desire for mayhem. it wasn’t just most members of the stirling family that got kicks out of death and destruction from time to time. it was only a matter of picking those people out from the bunch.
sitting on the steps of the lodge, freddie released a huff of cigarette smoke. he held the cig between two gloved fingers, hands trembling slightly from the winter cold. his gaze lifted at the sound of footsteps. then, the sight of that new guy- what was his name again? like freddie would fucking know that. curious eyes wandered the man’s frame, looking at where he clutched at his head. “the hell did you do to yourself?”
once he managed to catch a glimpse of the man’s hairdo-- laughter erupted from his lips. amusement at the other man’s apparent suffering. “jesus. your hair,” amused huff of air, bringing the cigarette to his lips. he lowered his gaze as he took a puff, saying around the stick, “it looks like shit.”
perhaps he was being too harsh on the guy he barely knew- the guy he didn’t even remember the name of. speaking of which- “i haven’t caught your name yet, i don’t think,” he said casually, eyes wandering back over to the man.
//sorry for this post fam ;-;
i love your boy sm wtf
— there were certain vices in life that could become addicting. freddie knew those vices all too well; they were far more enjoyable than any of those saintly virtues could possibly satisfy. lust, recklessness, greed… they were parts of fred that he knew all too well. to say anyone else found them any less addicting and satisfying--
they would be telling a bold-faced lie. everyone felt that itch, that desire for mayhem. it wasn’t just most members of the stirling family that got kicks out of death and destruction from time to time. it was only a matter of picking those people out from the bunch.
sitting on the steps of the lodge, freddie released a huff of cigarette smoke. he held the cig between two gloved fingers, hands trembling slightly from the winter cold. his gaze lifted at the sound of footsteps. then, the sight of that new guy- what was his name again? like freddie would fucking know that. curious eyes wandered the man’s frame, looking at where he clutched at his head. “the hell did you do to yourself?”
once he managed to catch a glimpse of the man’s hairdo-- laughter erupted from his lips. amusement at the other man’s apparent suffering. “jesus. your hair,” amused huff of air, bringing the cigarette to his lips. he lowered his gaze as he took a puff, saying around the stick, “it looks like shit.”
perhaps he was being too harsh on the guy he barely knew- the guy he didn’t even remember the name of. speaking of which- “i haven’t caught your name yet, i don’t think,” he said casually, eyes wandering back over to the man.
//sorry for this post fam ;-;
i love your boy sm wtf
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH