#⊰ SCHLECKERMAUL » if we freed ourselves from doubt / honey we might just make it out. ⊱

[nicawlette]

WELL WELL WELL if it isn't THE SQUAD!! Nicolette and her favorites boys, her scrimblos!!

Artist @ Hndsm_Kakigori Come get y'all soup @nobully , @schleckermaul and @archaictold !!

[nicawlette]

Hiiiiii~!!! Of course I had to steal this idea because it was too perfect to pass up. Here's some incorrect quotes/text posts featuring the squad. I went insane so they're under the cut.

Featuring @nobully , @archaictold and @schleckermaul

[nicawlette]

heck it do the rest too breakico nicolan I forgot the name orders fjffn

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[nicawlette]

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SEND  ✏️ FOR INCORRECT QUOTE randy your sticks!!

[nicawlette]

👀 do you think it was a mistake for you and break to share so many secrets unwillingly?

👀 + HONEST ANSWERS

❝ No. ❞ It comes immediately, the instinctual reply. Perhaps, if given more time, the answer might change. But as it is, she does not regret it— not entirely, at least. ❝ I wish... it hadn't happened the way it did, ❞ she admits with a frown, ❝ but realistically, it might've never happened at all, otherwise. ❞

She tries not to think about it all too much, even now. The things she saw... they weren't hard for her to stomach out of disgust or even fear, but out of heartbreak. To see that he had suffered a life that was nothing more than a waking nightmare. To know there was nothing she could do to take that away, anymore than he could take the pain from her.

❝ I would hope that he doesn't regret it either, but... ❞ There's an attempt at a humored smile, but it falls flat. The light does not reach her eyes. ❝ Well, that would just be ignorant, wouldn't it? ❞ Moments spent together throughout a slow, agonizing recovery have been filled with both tender touches and melancholy. Nicolette would like to accept them at face value, but the memories of his gentle smile and careful hands do not feel nearly as healing as they do within the moment.

They seem too good to be true.

She is no fool. Or, she is trying very hard not to be. ❝ I'm sure Break is far from happy that it happened, at all. But there's nothing left to do but make the best out of the hand we've been dealt, right? ❞ When they're close, she feels grounded. The walls are gone, and she can almost believe that there is someone else who understands and accepts her. Someone who might be willing to bridge across that yawning chasm, even if only in fractions of steps.

But when that is gone, Nicolette sees that there really is no bridge at all. There is but a rope, tossed over the cliff edge as a cursory offering. She has taken to clinging to it like a lifeline, desperate and afraid each time her hands slip a little further. ❝ No matter how close I get, sometimes he still feels... so far away... ❞ Confession a mere whisper, as if speaking too loud might tear the fragile tether she can't seem to let go of.

❝ I wonder if my presence is only welcome out of pity. He's always so willing to take the blame for things and play the villain, ❞ a pause, and then, ❝ I might just be taking advantage of his guilt, by clinging so tightly. ❞

All she can do is wait for the moment he will cut the rope himself.