#╰   *  travis hackett      :      ic     ⧽    and the sheriff continues his creeping.
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finalslay · 2 years ago
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new muse tag drop, look away and ignore my lack of self-control.
╰   *  hak ji-woon      :      ic     ⧽   the trickster.  ╰   *  laura kearney      :      ic     ⧽   confident and heroic ... with an eye patch. ╰   *  travis hackett      :      ic     ⧽    and the sheriff continues his creeping. ╰   *  geralt of rivia      :      ic     ⧽   the butcher of blaviken. ╰   *  joseph oda      :      ic     ⧽   the partner.
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finalslay · 2 years ago
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@herosace​ said :  ‘ don’t leave me. i can’t be alone. ’ / for travis 
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brow  furrows,  and  even  despite  the  fact  that  father  and  son’s  relationship  has  changed  since  all  of  this  occurred  —  if  he’d  have  just  listened  to  him  that  night,  if  christian  had  just  stayed  home  like  he  was  told  —  he  knows  he  cannot  refuse  him  this.  his  son  sits  there  on  the  edge  of  his  bed,  looking  for  all  the  world  like  the  same  scared  little  boy  who  used  to  wake  up  crying  from  nightmares  and  calling  for  his  father  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  so,  instead  of  turning  and  leaving  the  room  as  he  had  planned,  travis  takes  a  seat  down  on  christian’s  desk  chair,  eyes  watching  him  closely,  taking  note  of  the  pale  skin,  the  tired  eyes.      “  how’re  you  feeling?  ”    he  asks.  the  sheriff’s  expression  remains  unreadable,  a  mask  to  hide  the  concern  flickering  beneath  the  surface.  he’s  still  angry  at  christian,  still  angry  that  he  didn’t  listen  in  the  first  place,  but  ...  there’s  nothing  that  can  be  done  about  it  now.  gaze  shifts  to  the  marks  on  his  son’s  wrists,  left  behind  by  the  chains  that  had  held  him  in  place  the  night  before,  and  he  winces  almost  imperceptibly.    “  i  can  get  you  something  for  those,  ”    travis  says,  gesturing  towards  the  marks  with  a  wave  of  his  hand.    “  ice  or  ...  painkillers  or  something.  ”    a  small  peace  offering,  so  to  speak.
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