by xXReaperIFFXx » Wed May 13, 2015 2:39 am
Roscoe stood by Marcy and snarled, snapping at Brook when she tried to pet them. He refused to take the food and raised his hackles and stepped forward. The doberman was very protective of Jackson and his new friend and was not happy, even though he knew it was Brook
Jackson pressed himself against a wall and flicked his aviators back down. He learned from experience that walkers tend to go for the eyes. He could hear the dogs and readied his bow. He turned around the corner and sent an arrow flying at Brook's chest. He gasped when he saw it was her, immediately regretting what he had done. "It's safe!" He yelled to Casey, and then motioned for Roscoe to stop

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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.