#totally not inspired by my beloved j*hn m*rston

[yeuphoric]

╰   *  OPEN  TO  F ( platonic / romantic / familial ) & M ( platonic / familial ) . ' we're in an old west outlaw gang together and one night i snuck out of camp and abandoned y'all and was gone for like a year but now i'm back but you're still mad at me ??? '. DO  NOT  LIKE  THIS  STARTER .

save for the horses gulping from the shallow river, the temporary resting place is far too quiet. with the hot sun beating down on their backs, most of the members have split off to find easy targets work, and ellis'd be with them if not for the camp chores heaped upon him. one of the conditions for being welcomed back into the fold, so complaints can't be voiced, though they can certainly be thought. “ how long you gonna tiptoe around and act like i don't exist ? ” finally finds the gumption to ask as the freshly washed pots tumble from his toned arms and to their designated spot with a careless clang. vivid blues flicker over in other's direction but don't dare land directly upon them, not wishing to witness any contempt that may lay in wait on those familiar features. “ i'm back, ain't i ? and i think i've said ' sorry ' damn near a hundred times already. ”