by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 4:01 pm
Jackson snarled and pulled an arrow up so it was ready to shoot. "There is no other base around here. There isn't anything around for miles, except the prison, and that's ours." He retorted, his voice overly confident and cocky as ever. For being 18, he certainly thought he knew everything. He wasn't sure if there was another base nearby actually, but he wanted to sound sure so he didnt' give himself time to think about it. "Put your pup back on it's leash." He demanded. Jackson smiled at Casey, knowing they were both good shots. "And who is this little rat, Casey? Just another thief?" He asked
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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
