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- Posted: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 22:07:00 +0000
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- armadillo aria
*&WHO ⊹ CARES ! ━━━━━━
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who made you king of anything
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armadillo
SO LET ME THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND TRY TO NOT WASTE ANYMORE OF MINE GET OUT OF HERE FAST I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU BABE BUT I'M NOT DROWNING THERE'S NO ONE HERE TO SAVE
YOU SOUND SO INNOCENT ALL FULL OF GOOD INTENT YOU SWEAR YOU KNOW BEST BUT YOU EXPECT ME TO JUMP ON BOARD WITH YOU AND RIDE OFF INTO YOUR DELUSIONAL SUNSET I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S LOST
i just《 HURT & HIDE • • •
WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO TELL ME IT'S MY TURN
Dad got out the car, shooting August a glance, one that held a certain piercing indifference, before unloading his belongings out of the car and heading straight to the house, not bothering to offer any grand announcements of their arrival or anything. August watched as Dad fumbled with his keys, flipping through the other pieces of metal on a ring until he found the one that unlocked his childhood home, and August rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest in a tell-tale sign of irritation. Dad had his own interests in mind recently, and his family didn't seem to be one of them. Whatever. As long as he wasn't raising his voice at Mum, August was fine with whatever that man was doing. It didn't concern him anyways. They had drifted so apart over the duration of the last year, and Dad's arguments with Mum only drove a deeper spike into his relationship with his son. Neither made any effort to fix their strained relationship, and August didn't that'd change, especially with what he just saw.
Upon opening the door, Dad set down his bag to pull his oldest daughter into a hug. Her fiery hair, in contrast to the Taylors' average browns and blondes, set her apart from all the other relatives like a beacon in the dark. It was easy to spot Chloe from far, especially now that her hair burned brightly against the winter's white snow. August shifted his weight from one leg to the other impatiently, obviously bothered by Dad's affection for his daughter. While theoretically he was supposed to love all his children equally, Dad really seemed to have a penchant for this two oldest kids, both of whom he reared with a woman August never met. "I'll meet you all inside," Dad declared after his embrace. He made a speedy exit, grabbing his bag and hobbling into the house as if he were desperately trying to escape being with his family. While August was hardly around him anymore, the shaky, unbalanced way Dad stumbled was noticeable, but August wouldn't give it another thought ; he never did. Why should he?
He loitered about outside for a few minutes, breathing in the frigid winter air, before retreating to the warmth inside the manor. Chatter echoed throughout the foyer, indicating that they weren't the first family to arrive. While a part of him felt obligated to go greet his cousins, August dipped, opting to follow Aaron up the stairs to their shared bedroom instead. The room was much smaller than he remembered, and, despite that they shared a room their entire life, August was not looking foward to sharing a room -- a closet, virtually -- with Aaron. Their two beds, standard sized twin beds, were nestled against opposite corners of the room with only space room to fit a nightstand in between them to spare. At least there was enough closet space for the two of them. Whatever. He'll just have to deal with it. August slid his suitcase underneath the bed and sat atop the mattress. "How're you feeling?" he offhandedly asked. They've talked a little about Aaron's apprehension towards the trip, but August, admittedly, didn't think much of the sunject since they last spoke -- he was a terrible older brother. "Are you planning to tell them or no?"
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