Flint’s dead! I saw him die. A terrible death it was.
If ever a man’s ghost walked, his would.
Tag: james flint
Just a bit of Casual appreciation of the Coat™ [and then some].
a quiet moment.
James Flint Moods
They took everything from us, then they call me a monster?
James Flint Moods
Toying with James’ design in the fic, trying to balance “38 yr old ex military gay punk” with “bookish nerd who cries listening to Edith piaf when he’s drunk”
They paint the world full of shadows and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgements. Because in the darkness, there be dragons.
But it isn’t true.
That’d make a lot more sense if I didn’t need him just as badly as he needs me.
tags from who i reblog :
#this is so beautiful and also it makes me feel like I’m sinking to the bottom of the sea :“’)#[slowly lowering my head into my hands]#they’re always going to be like phantom pains for one another aren’t they#dreaming of storms and doldrums and cages. memories too difficult to touch in the daylight.#getting ready to say something that only the other will understand and closing their lips only just in time#the sensation of missing the bottom step while going down the stairs and feeling yourself fall#everyday moments of terror at the recognition of a thing that is missing#moments of happiness and peace and love. yes. but…there was a step there. there should be a step there.#I’M DISTRAUGHT#james flint#john silver#silverflint
# f r e c k l e s
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