#t: lysandra gaunt

[sxrpentprince]

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CAPTURE THE FLAG   ✞  @sxpercilious​​

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    FUCK OFF, WAS CAM CHOSEN TO BE THE FUCKING CAPTAIN. he was probably                 no, DEFINITELY nowhere near sober enough to handle bossing scorp, or lysandra gaunt around. or maybe, this was the PERFECT chance. he ran his tongue against the bruised cut across his lips, dried blood tasting BITTER from the remnants of what he vaguely remembered might have been RUM. that had been his last drink, right? ‘ as house leader, you can all report to me if you have any questions. ’ he’d rather be drunk on POWER than alcohol for a moment, as he still reeled from the aftermath of james’ PUNCHING. ‘ lysa, babe, you got any ideas as to where we should hide our flag? ’ the sideways smirk lifted into a wide, BOYISH grin as he waved the flag in his hand lazily. ‘ -i’ll let you make most of the decisions, since you only recently got the news of a YOUNGER brother. ’ he had the audacity to laugh, swinging an arm over scorp’s shoulders.

                         ' BUT REALLY, ANY IDEA IS WELL APPRECIATED, TEAM. ’                                 A WINK, AS COBALT GLISTENS. ‘ TELL YOUR CAPTAIN. ’