#🌙 ‛ i will cry please do not fuck with me. / graham flowers.

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and u know what i still like this graham drawing 

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i think... graham would have been a dance-for-us host but then hunt-the-strong stole all her hosts and destroyed her so he was really not living laughing or loving i don’t think  

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@meadowsweets​​​  answered:

meme | accepting | @mysterymchines

“‘Cause you’re an asshole.” She doesn’t even bother looking up from where she’s pouring over the slowly developing map of the Maze that the club’s been putting together. It’s nearing dawn and most of the club are sleeping in the other carriage, with Charlie, Graham and a couple of others left on watch. Admittedly, Charlie isn’t exactly friendly with any of the club, but she’s still rather be talking to literally anyone other than Graham. She’s pretty sure before this whole thing started, their only interactions were him barging past her in the corridors at schools-if only things were still that simple.

“I know you’re only here 'cause nobody else is doing anything; including all your shitty rich friends. It’s not like you actually care about what’s happening: you’re just a coward.” A lot of vitriol from a sixteen year old mouth, but bitterness has always come easier to her than comfort. Perhaps she should be more forgiving to Graham, but why? Nobody has apologised to her for the shitshow her life has become. It’s easier, too, the anger; so much easier than the risk that comes with caring. If she pushes Graham away, makes sure he doesn’t want to be around her, then it will hurt so much less when she inevitably finds him dead in the Maze. The last person she let close was Bells, and she will not be making that mistake again.

“Don’t take it personally, I hate everyone.”

                                    he’s  bored.  this  was  fucking  boring.  graham  drapes  himself  half  off  the  couch,  tossing  a  baseball  in  a  rhythm  that  nearly  lulls  his  eyes  shut.  what  was  he  doing  again?  oh.  yeah.  watch.  like  that  was  going  to  stop  anything  terrible  from  happening.  he  lilts  his  head  in  charlie’s  direction  —   somewhat  enthused  she  had  acknowledged  him  at  all.  graham  pouts;    ❝  … wow,  miller.  you  really  are  mean.  ❞   he  knew  that  already;  she’s  made  her  disdain  for  him  pretty  clear.  so  did  almost  everyone  else.  as  if  he  wanted  to  be  a  part  of  this  misfits  club,  anyway.  he  was  here to  find  mia.  and  then  he  was  going  to  get  the  hell  out.

❝  so  i’m  the  asshole,  because  i'm  trying  not  to  die  in  this  shithole  of  a  town?  ❞   he  asks  her  —  as  though  genuinely  curious.  brows  punch  up  quizzically;   ❝  i  mean,  do  you?  i  want  to  survive  this  shit.  what’s  your  excuse?  ❞   this  time  he  drops  the  ball,  and  it  lands  with  a  thunk-thunk  on  the  floor,  before  rolling  off  under  the  table.   ❝  … whatever.  your  issues  are  none  of  my  business,  miller.  ❞   he  shrugs,  turning  his  lazy  gaze  to  the  christmas  lights  strung  overhead.  silence  lasts  for  an  entire  twenty-seconds.  it  isn’t  his  business,  but  —  graham  gives  a  low  whistle;  as  usual,  he  wasn’t  finished  talking;   ❝  … but  that  sounds  sooo  exhausting.  have  you  tried  like,  not  giving  a  shit?  this  whole  thing  is  a  total  fucking  mess.  why  pretend  it’s  not?  ❞

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@gohsting​​​​  said:  “  why  does  it  always  have  to  be  a  fight  with  you?  ”  

                  ❝  i’m  not  —  we’re  not!  ❞   he  insists,  incredulous.   ❝  you’re  the  one  that  wandered  off  on  your  own,  like  always,  and  —  ❞   he  trails  off  with  a  pout,  vaguely  pathetic.  for  once,  graham  goes  quiet,  trying  to  ignore  the  prickling  behind  his  eyes.  he  swipes  at  them  with  the  back  of  his  hand  quickly.  so  maybe  it  had  been  his  own  actions  that  got  him  locked  in  this  claustrophobic  box  in  the  first  place,  but   —  well,  it  didn’t  really  matter;  and  he  was  quite  familiar  with  kaz’s   very-special  brand  of  disappointed  look.

he  still  vaguely  wants  to  throw  up.  but  his  breathing  finally  evens,  full-on  panic-attack  averted.  palms  press  to  the  glass,  and  he  lowers  his  voice;   ❝  i  just,  ❞   he  drops  his  gaze,  and  folds  his  arms.   ❝  …  i  thought.  i  thought  you  left  me,  okay?  ❞   he  gives  a  little  shiver,  nods  toward  the  number pad  by  the  door;   ❝  pretty  please  will  you  let  me  out,  kaz.  sorry.  please.  i  didn’t  mean  it.  i - i  don’t  want  to  be  down  here  anymore.  ❞

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@redaches​​  says:  "  wait.  did  you  hear  that?  "  

                       graham  stops  dead,  and  gives  him  a  sour  look.   ❝  wow,  oh  my  god.  hear  what?  ❞   he  hisses,   ❝  it’s  a  cave,  daphne.  it’s  probably  your  own  fucking  footsteps.  ❞   maybe  it’s  bats.  god  he  hopes  it’s  bats.  but  he  knows  it  isn’t  bats  —  because  this  time,  he  hears  it.  distinctly  separate  from  their  footsteps,  which  have  come  to  a  full  stop.  right  down  the  mouth  of  the  maze.  his  flashlight  swings  around  violently  in  the  dark  —  blinds  them  both,  and  startles  an  undignified  noise  in  the  back  of  his  throat.

just  don’t  freak  out,  flowers.  you’re  fine.  you’re  absolutely,  totally,  one-hundred-percent  fine.  it’s  just  a  little  dark.  he  turns  his  baseball  bat  in  his  other  hand,  flexes  fingers  along  the  handle,  and  wills  himself  forward.   ❝  i  hate  this.  i  hate  this.  i  hate  this  place  so-goddamn-much.  i  hope  you  know.  ❞   

graham  squares  his  shoulders,  and  inhales  a  little  too  audibly;   ❝  ugh.  just.  stay  behind  me,  if  something  comes  down  that  hall.  got  it?   ❞   he  flicks  a   pointed  look  at  the  taser  in  daphne’s  hand;   ❝  … you  better  know  how  to  use  that  thing.  ❞   he  says,  with  a  prim  nod;   ❝  if  you  die  down  here,  i’m  gonna  get  blamed.  ❞