by xXReaperIFFXx » Fri May 08, 2015 2:11 pm
Jackson nodded. That certainly sounded like his brother. They were three years apart, but they looked almost exactly alike. He walked out into the street, almost trying to get caught. He wasn't exactly going to find his brother by sneaking around
Sarge sat up from the lawn chair he had been in. He heard someone, but he wasn't sure if Casey would have come back. Normally he would have had Ryu sniff around, but the dog was badly wounded. He walked around and spotted Casey again. "I thought I ran you off!" He called

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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.