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, Lexie (Flounder of the Group)
Bade Rivers Bleed - Part III: This is ParadiseBade Rivers Bleed - Part III: This is Paradise by lbybrown
Hannibal's eyes opened to the cold light of morning flooding in the window, weakening the tan skin on his barrel-chest to a cream color. His mussed, blue-black hair hung in his face.
Fuck the radiator, he grumbled in his head, shivering underneath the blankets. He turned his head to the side only to look over washed-out tie-dyed sheets that looked crisp compared to his side of the bed. He realized that he must have slept alone that night.
Exhaling, he pulled himself up, and reached down to grab an oversized dark blue jumper hanging off one of the lower posts of the bed. Wondering what the hell possessed him to take it off in the first place, he quietly pulled open the door to the living room, and the first thing he noticed in the small, cluttered flat was Paula stretch across the sofa, smoking a cigarette and intently staring at nothing. She didn't look up when Hannibal brushed by her to scour the kitchen for coffee.
Somewhat hurt, he grabbed a lukewarm bottle of water, and re
Threatning Battlefield -Ch. 1: DeepNew York City. The birthplace of Johnny Massacre. A shy, uneasy musician with a dark past. He had jet black hair, sky blue eyes (or eye, I should say since he wears an eyepatch) and sickly pale skin. Since it was close to his birthday, he decided to go back to his hometown, thinking it was a good idea. As he was relaxing on the pier, he reflected back on how his life went on. Getting bullied and abused as a child...losing his virginity when he was only a sophmore in highschool...getting raped in college and getting pregnant...He sits up and shakes his head and leans on the edge of the railing. Suddenly, Johnny gets shoved and he fell. Down into the dark sea...Threatning Battlefield -Ch. 1: Deep by Toki-WartoothxX
There he floated away, lifeless at the impact of the water. He could hear his mother's sweet voice singing him a lullaby when he was just a child.
“Reach for me now,” her sweet voice cooed, “I’m here alone for you...all that I want...is your warm hand in mine...Whisper your name...please let m
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