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ofgentleresolve · 11 months

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@wellfell sent in: drenched in sunlight , waves are peacefully brushing over the soft sand . she hates sunlight with the same passion she's been hating momoko since middle school . her beach party was loud , unlike what they thought of her , akina wasn't keen to exist in crowded places like these but at least she looked good . under the shade , sipping her cool berry juice with her pink sunglasses on . pissed , bored , and exceptionally aware of the fact that her old friends hasn't forgotten about the scandals that had her name on it . . . all went smooth until lamon approached her — she was peacefully brooding and glaring at the sea until he sat beneath the cool shadow of the shade beside her . and smiled a little . ❛ did momoko got tired of eyeing me and send you to check on me ? if she keeps calling me miss dracula i will break her jaw . go tell her that . ❜ of course momoko didn't send him , lamon doesn't listen to anyone . she didn't even know with such thick walls of ice between him and his friends , why exactly he appeared . maybe the same reason she did , to see him .

Here’s how life goes: it happens and then expects you to act like it never did. Is that how they think he should act? What, with the way they disappeared into thin air in the aftermath of the accident, only to reappear two years later with some kind of squeal like ‘oh my god, I haven’t seen you in like forever, how have you been my guy?’. Those were the same people who didn’t even bother to visit him in the hospital, let alone send a text. And now they come crawling back like nothing ever happened? Like he’s still the same shadow from two years ago, the naive lamb who would take everything said to him at face value.

Yeah right.

Momoko’s beach party sounded like a drag, from the very beginning. For one thing, the more Co*caine Don*nald’s new roommate talked about, the less it sounded like a meetup so much as a frat party, but copy-and-pasted onto a beach. Why would he go when his roommate already drags him to the beach ( in the middle of the night too- some would say it’s sketchy, but again, who cares, it’s four in the morning, no one should be giving a shit at this time ) anyways? This is just the same, except now he has to put sunblock on if he doesn’t want to burned.

But he’s here anyway, half-tuned out to whatever the hell Momoko and the others are saying. The only reason he knows her is because she was friends with Robin back in the day. ‘Was friends’ because he’s pretty sure she’s not taking the time to go see her up north. He has a red solo cup holding some mysterious blue liquid, which he has no intention on finishing. It’s easy to see how strong the punch is just by the sheer amount of time it took for people to get plastered. Why did he change his mind again?

“Why would she ask me that? She can do her own bidding.” That and if she did ask Lam that, he’d cuss her out instead. At the very least he’d say if she’s so intent on harassing someone she invited, she damn well better have the guts to do it herself. He takes the seat next to the only tolerable person at this party. If the others are busy getting smashed, heating up as hot as the summer sun shining down on them, then Akina is the SEA BREEZE.

( The wind, day or night, has always been his favorite part of the beach. )

“If you’re Count Dracula, then she can be a WEREWOLF- loud and furry.” Which would be fitting for her, he doesn’t add. Knees brush against Akina’s bare ones. In all technicalities, she doesn’t have to be here either, doesn’t have to hang around these people who smile to her face but give back-handed comments behind her back.

So why did she go?

( He could ask himself the same question, really. When a mutual friend mentioned that Akina would also be invited, he looked up from his phone for a long moment- she always does that to him, making him stop what he’s doing and listen. He has her number so he could’ve asked her point blank if she would be going. That would be the easiest way to know and to see her.

But then again, for all the times they could be direct with each other, they…aren’t. And besides, if they can just keep ‘meeting up by circumstance’ then it’s all the more convenient, isn’t it? People will talk either way. )

He motions towards the water and the shoreline that stretches in parallel. “...Wanna ditch? They won’t notice if we’re gone for a while.”

#wellfell #( verse: cull the shame. )#answered ( lamon. )#help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#two h8ters on a beach together help i luv them :'D #the real reason lam likes her.....it's bc she's as salty as him #and he thinks it's refreshing JFKLSDJFLKSJ #but also ily nassy <3 <3 <3

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ofgentleresolve · 1 year

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@wellfell sent: “ look at me. “ / you know for who .. || pain? pain ( look at me prompt. )

send “ look at me. “ for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment.

The worst funny thing about EMOTIONS is that they’re a double-edged sword. They’re a part of you as much as you are part of them. His therapist might tell him that he isn’t his emotions and therefore by naming them he can have some semblance of control. And maybe she is right about it, however begrudgingly he’ll admit to that. But is it the same when guilt is involved?

When it was his fault that that accident happened in the first place? He might not have been the driver, but he very well may have been, if not for him she wouldn’t be behind bars, if not for him that person would still be able to walk, if not for him, maybe everyone would have been better off, if not for him, if not for him, if not for him-

Which is why when the car behind the bus they’re on bumps the back a little too hard, hard enough that the bus driver has to stop the vehicle to inspect the damage, even if suddenly Lamon can feel the steel digging into his arm, the glass scattering over his body as the alarm blares in his ears and oh god he’s going to die, and for all the times he feel less than inclined about life, he doesn’t want to die- His chest suddenly constricts, his airways begin to narrow, his limb become jelly, and his vision fades at the edges and in the midst of all of that it feels…well deserved. A punishment fit for him.

Would Akina think that too? Akina, who crouches next to him as the passengers file off the bus, probably to arrange alternative transportation to their destination. He should be joining in on that too, but again, it’s bit difficult to do so when he can barely keep crouch let alone keep composed as the guilt thoughts churns out in a never ending spiral that keeps sinking lower and lower and lower-

“Look at me.”

A voice, soft yet commanding, cuts through them suddenly and the next thing he knows, there are softer fingers pressing into his jaw as Akina comes into view. She’s blurry though in the center. It only occurs to him then that there’s something WET in his eye.

Swallowing for a breath, he takes another gulp of air before ripping out of her grasp and looking away. “I’m-” Another gasp for air; Lamon can’t tell if it’s that or a sob. “I’m okay, I just-I can’t, I need to sit down.”

#car accident cw #wellfell #answered ( lamon. )#help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#( verse: cull the shame. )#NASSY!!!! u said you were manifesting replies??....take pain instead then <3 #bruh that sucks :///#also *activate guilt complex :'D *

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ofgentleresolve · 1 year

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@wellfell sent in: there's a notebook wrapped in colorful paper , a book of flowers it was called and it reminded her of him almost as soon as she saw it . it has dried flowers on each page , their names written under them along with a small poem . it's not too big but it's not small either , she hands it to him with a small smile . the she's caught him before he could get inside the apartment , was planning on leaving it on his doorstep even if she didn't trust his roommate to give it to him . ❛ you're one year older . one year closer to death . ❜ her smile grows , mischief letting her pretty eyes come to life . ❛ i can see your wrinkles . . . they're cute . ❜ / why didn't you tell me today is my baby's birthday gdi i would die for him . 😔🌸❤️‍🔥 || happy birthday lemon ( lam's b-day! )

As a rule of thumb, he doesn’t expect presents from his friends. For one thing, it’s only a few days following Christmas, which really, should be the bigger occasion to give presents. For another thing, he doesn’t need a lot, most days. If he really wanted something, he’d pay for it with his own meager salary.

( Plants are always welcomed, how ever damaged they may be coming in. )

That and well, he doesn’t have a lot of friends to celebrate with. Which is really his fault anyways- pulling away and going into self-imposed isolation for the year following the accident. It turns out that reconnecting with old friends is harder than the shows make it out to be…although making new friends is also up there too ( how he managed to become friends with Ray is beyond him ).

But for once he feels…okay. Better than he has in a very long time, even if it means he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate his birthday with, not really. It’s not like he expects anyone to remember.

Which is why, for once he’s caught off guard when she gives him a colorfully wrapped package- he thought she resented him. Well, that’s an overstatement- you don’t willingly spend time with people you resent…unless you’re a masochist and as far as he knows, for all the gloom and recklessness Akina might display, she is not one of kinds of people. He hopes thinks.

“Are you going to be preordering that JOINT COFFIN then? Better get with expedited shipping too- wouldn’t want it to be late.” A sardonic smile before it softens. He’s joking, of course- aren’t they always? He takes her gift gingerly, pressing it against his side before rolling his eyes, good-naturedly. With his bad arm, he takes her hand and squeezes gently. “…Yeah? Guess you’ll be seeing a few more next year too…stick around to find them.”

#wellfell #help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#( verse: cull the shame. )#lam: idgaf about my b-day #akina: *gives a gift*#lam: okay i care...a little bit #JFLKSJDFLKSJ HE'S SOFT FOR HER I LOVE THEM #also we're back with the death discussion #NASSY THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN :'DDDD #everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )

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ofgentleresolve · 2 years

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# for lamon . heh .

@wellfell || texting aka the crux of rp ( cell phone headcanons prompt. )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: akina ( see he's boring and also stiff so he wouldn't have a nickname for her :P )

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: quarter past midnight by bastille!! i can't help but think this can apply to both their shared history but also where they are now :'D

- my muse’s last text to your muse: "you know you don't need an excuse to come over" "most of what anita hears about me is from gossip" "not that i don't want you come over" "i still have a headache" "soup sounds good" "thank you"

#wellfell #rahge #help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#answered ( lamon. )#BUT OF COURSE NASSY <3 <3 <3 ily btw #help he's WEAK for her...he probably kept that photo from before they separated </3 #annnnd he's rambling too....wow akina is really an exception for him :'D #is ray going to tease him relentlessly about her? of course :D

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ofgentleresolve · 1 year

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@wellfell sent in: the plant looked half dead , rooted deep in the pot that she held between her arms and knocked on his door . his roommate was away ( thankfully , she couldn't explain her teary eyes to anyone - didn't explain it to lamon either ) , only commanded him to ' bring it back to life ! ' it's dying , no matter what she does , where she puts it and how much water it takes , her mother's flowers are dying . she told anita she'll take care of it , but nothing's working and on the way to lamon's apartment , her tears were finally free to roll down her cheeks . it's dying , it's dying . . . ❛ i didn't do anything to it . it just won't live . ❜ she says , a little angry , despite how her voice trembles . it's been weeks since she was keeping it in and hiding any traces of sorrow from anita , and telling her to simply let go too . but a dead flower was this cherry on top of cocktail of her troubles , she couldn't squeeze any more anger and fear and sadness inside her chest anymore . she aggressively points at the flower she's put on the counter of the kitchen , lamon following after her silently . tips of fingers wet with her tears . she hisses helplessly ; ❛ you're a biology teacher , aren't you ? do something . ❜ || he'd give up sleep 4 her ( unprompted. )

There’s a reason he doesn’t give plants as presents, ever. Not as home warming presents, not as birthday gifts, regardless of the person. A plant is like a small child, complete with its unique needs ranging from potting to watering schedules to sunlight requirements. Most people don’t care to see to all of them, let alone try to look for the signs. They say that plants are difficult to care, but in Lam’s eyes, it’s really because they don’t try to understand plants and their hidden language.

Hell, Lam’s been caring for them for years and he’s still learning the ins and outs of this is unspoken set of words.

Still, when it’s Akina knocking on his door at god-knows-what hour, he bites his tongue back. Not because of the hour ( because everyone knows, himself included, he’s not one to turn away a person in need, especially her ), but because this is what happens when someone who doesn’t know about plants tries to keep one. Wilted flowers- precious or not, a memento or just a decoration.

That and she’s crying. There’s no reason for him to make her feel worse about herself; he wouldn’t want to anyways.

( Akina always looks prettier when she’s happy. Or however much happiness she can summon these days. )

And besides, isn’t that the point of being a teacher? To fill in the gaps of knowledge where they maybe not be evident to the student. Eyes still bleary, he pushes off the frame of the door. “Let me see.” He reaches out, taking the pot with her mother’s flowers from her before using his bad arm to catch one of the tears in the corner of her eye. “Tissues are on the counter.”

Not that that’s where he’ll be working for this. Although it is probably a good thing that Ray is on the midnight shift at the diner today. Lamon can’t imagine how he would explain this to his roommate: his slightly ( okay very teary ) friend knocking on their door past midnight.

He takes her to the greenhouse on the roof, where he flicks the lamp light on- he’s still inclined to the darkness at the moment. Electric lights aren’t great for his insomnia, according to his doctor anyways. Setting the pot down, he pulls up a spare stool for her before turning back to the pot. He lifts it, for a moment- it’s a solid bottom. Frowning, he grabs a trowel and scoops a bit of the topsoil out and rolls some between his fingers. It’s DAMP, as if recently watered. She said she hasn’t done anything to it, has she?

Well if she really hasn’t done anything to help it, then she wouldn’t be here in the first place. Pulling his gloves on, he gets to work and carefully excavates the flowers and their roots entangled in the soil. The closer he gets, the farther the stone in his stomach sinks.

She’s not going to like THIS NEWS.

He eyes her for a moment, nervously before looking back at the plant. Sometimes it’s tricky, knowing what exactly makes her tick, a strange combination of stoic and emotional. In a way, he reminds him of Robin- that volatility, the unpredictability that makes the laws of science turn in on their heads. And then he decides, fuck it- the truth’s gotta come out at some point.

“You have root rot,” he explains. “Happens when there isn’t proper drainage for the plant.” He taps the pot she bring in. “This isn’t a good pot- see the bottom? There’s no hole at the bottom so the water can’t get out; it doesn’t matter how much sunlight it gets. The roots aren’t getting enough air, which encourages root rot.” He glances over at the flowers, wilted beneath the light. Wilted- it doesn’t have much longer. “The roots are too mushy so it’s too late this one but-“ He places something in her hand.

A germinated seed.

Another chance. It must have come from the flowers some time before they had wilted. He smiles slightly, folding her fingers over it. “I found this in your soil. Why don’t you plant it here? I’ll give you one of my pots to take home too.”

#wellfell #help me piece it all together darling ( lamon & akina. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#answered ( lamon. )#( verse: cull the shame. )#annnnnd i'm BACK :DDD #help he doesn't know if she's gonna snap #but at least?? he's being honest #and there's another seed that she could grow instead🥺🥺🥺#but i hope you like nassy <3 ily :'D

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