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 ❥ When Days Grow Cold, Breegan
ASHLYN SNOW
 Posted: May 26 2016, 09:16 AM
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no death can touch the crooked young
nickname: ash
occupation: misfit
age: 17
sexuality: bisexual
relationship status: single
significant other: X

ASHLYN SNOW
kenz + she//her


you don't know
words: ###. tag: bri. notes: awwyiiss
a thing about this life And we are up for everything it takes to prove we’re not the same as them And we will wear our masks again out after dark ‘Cause we are up for everything it takes and we are not the same ‘Cause we are not afraid And we are not ashamed
Bye.. Ashlyn spoke, her tone low and heavy-hearted as she closed the solid maple door behind her, listening as it thudded back to place with a clink of the knocker outside. She silently climbed the steps from the foyer to the living room, the padding of her sock clad feet bringing her to the window seat that spanned the street and brought everything on it into her view. Figures dressed in light coats and jackets walked beneath her as they always did but her amber hues held no interest for them. Instead, the raven haired girl watched with lips twisted downward as two figures in particular retreated to the curb – the one opening the door to a dark SUV for the other before climbing into the drivers seat himself. Her gaze followed even as the vehicle disappeared from view and there was nothing left to watch but the trails of strangers and neighbors alike as they went about their lives below. Sighing, Ashlyn flopped sideways onto the cushion and shifted onto her back, the dispirited and lazy scrutiny of her eyes meeting the ceiling for more than a couple minutes. It was almost better when there was no visit at all, no in-betweens to foster the ghost of the connection that the girl had once shared with her father. For when there was, the departure only wounded that much more and to pick up and carry on as if it never happened became a daily chore. She knew better than to hope for steady calls, for more than superficial inquiries into her grades and classes rather than a real interest in her life then. The black and white that existed between his behaviors at home and his behaviors when he was absorbed in his work… what she almost fully believed to be his preferred life, well they were a jarring reality to skip back and forth between. When it came to her dad she could only hold an attitude for so long, put up a front to keep him out in defense for these moments that she knew would come, for the look in his eyes as she turned her back, snapped or ignored him could still cut deeper than any sharpened knife.

Picking herself up off the seat she pulled her worn converse – always tied – onto her feet and threw her hood up over her head as she too walked out of the maple door and onto the streets below. She walked in the direction that the SUV had gone, some part of her subconscious wishing to follow it but in reality entirely unsure of where it was she was going at all. She unceremoniously fished her last cigarette out of its carton and tossed the garbage into a can as she walked by it, lighting the lone survivor and bringing it to her lips. What now? It always seemed to be the lasting impression that settled into her bones from disappointment to disappointment and the only thought that she could bring herself to was Keegan. It was a good walk away but the exercise was only seen as a pro, a chance to clear her head at least… or hope to. She reached his abode in fairly good time, having known the route by heart for years now and checking at Ms. Kitty’s first she found him not to be there. Really she should have texted him before just showing up, the awareness that he might not even be in the area and her trip being wasted finally hitting home. Yet, she couldn’t go without checking his actual place and with a promise to visit soon she meandered over to his door. For a moment Ashlyn hesitated, staring at the piece of wood as if maybe Keegan would appear without her having to knock. Should I knock? Ashlyn hadn’t ever been in, it seemed almost rude not to.. had she ever been prevailed to stand on ceremony before. Couldn’t hurt she shrugged to her inner conversation with herself and rapped on the door but nothing happened. Keegan open the doooorrr! She pressed her mouth near the frame and called out in hopes that he be near it but still there was nothing. Biting her lip she tried the knob, surprisingly finding it unlocked and slowly opened it. Keegan! Where are you? Ms. Kitty said you were here! She lied to the thin air as she listened for a response. Even if he wasn’t, she guessed now was as good a time as any to pick up the cat.

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KEEGAN NOLAN
 Posted: May 30 2016, 10:40 PM
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Hubcaps and ashtrays I was born but I wasn't raised The big wheel the black space Tried my best but wasn't praised Hell is so close to Heaven
nickname: keegs
occupation: misfit
age: sixteen
sexuality: heterosexual
relationship status: single
significant other: --

KEEGAN NOLAN
BRI + she/her


'hearts are only open when they break
This time he hasn’t even gotten the courtesy of being awoken at some ungodly hour of the morning as news that once again his parents were leaving for yet another trip. No, this time he had been awoken only by the sunlight filtering into his room from between his half closed curtains. The boy had taken his time getting up, taking note of the eerily silent apartment, the only sound coming from the slow steps he took as he made his way from his bedroom which was a stark contrast to the rest of the home he resided in. The apartment owned by Keegan’s parents resembled more of a museum than anything. It was open and cold and overly bright, walls filled with paintings and flat surfaces filled with statues. Somewhere in between were pictures, medals and trophies of a little boy who resembled the shaggy haired teen. Many of them had been placed over the years by Ms. Kitty and Keegan, hoping that the Nolans would take noticed one day that there was something more than just an antique clock sitting on the cabinets on either side of the television. Keegan’s room, however, was dimly lit with posters and artwork created by friends covering his garnet walls. Guitars were tucked in the corner beside a piano which really seemed something of a mystery on how it had gotten into the room at all and piles of books meant to catch the interest of those much older than the teen littering his nightstand. It was a door that was always closed the few times a year Keegan’s parents decided to entertain at home, and he was just as happy that way. If they wanted him to be invisible, he would be invisible. He had come to depend on them about as much as they seemed to depend on him. Which really wasn’t at all.

Keegan spent nearly an hour shuffling around the apartment as he ate breakfast and watched whatever seemed remotely interesting on TV. As he sat there a rather large black cat found its way onto the chair beside him and curled into the boy’s thigh. The raven haired boy just looked down and smiled, it was nice to have such good company. Eventually he found himself restless and turned off the television, deciding it was time to get dressed for the day he showered and pulled on a pair of torn skinny jeans and a t-shirt which hung off his thin shoulders. Sliding onto the piano bench in his room, Keegan watched through grey irises as his new companion found their way up to the cover of the piano and stretched out there. ”Looking to be serenaded again are we?” he smiled at the cat, clearly losing his mind from the solitude. No more was said though as the boy raised his fingers to the black and white keys and began to play. As the music began to flow Keegan began to drift from reality into a different world. With closed eyes the boy allowed himself to feel the music, finding it to be much more comforting than any kind of human interaction. Between the volume of the instrument he sat at and his detachment to the world around him the boy hadn’t heard the knock at his door, nor the first time a girls voice had called to him. It wasn’t until he neared the end of the piece that he could have sworn he heard the door click open, though he continued to play, assuming it was only Ms. Kitty coming to check on him. The voice that soon filled the apartment though caused the boy to stop playing and his eyes shot toward his bedroom door. Keegan had never invited people over before, he didn’t care to explain how he fit or didn’t fit into the life it appeared he was living and the fact Ashyln was now here in his home caused the boy to swallow hard. Not speaking at first, Keegan stood and made his way out into the hall. Reaching the end he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, forcing a crooked smile. ”Do you usually make a habit of just walking into people's houses unannounced?.” he teased

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