Me And William Cushing (Big Bad Ironclad Design)

Me and William Cushing (Big bad ironclad design)

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You might be a trigger in here so proceed at your own risk

Gust stood on the doorstep with a shit-eating grin spread wide across his face. He tilted his hat revealing his eyes which almost seemed to glow. “Wouldn’t you say hello to your old man?”. Gust looked down upon Woods and Lexxie standing inside the inn right in front of him.

He walked into the inn like it was his to ruin, Gust walked into the lives of others just to ruin them too. He didn’t seem to mind that Woods was glaring daggers at him and the look of fear in Lexxie’s eyes. Gust had closed the door behind himself with a creak. Woods and Lexxie were trapped.

Suddenly, Woods grasped Gust by the neck and slammed him against the locked door. “Get out” Woods sneered at Gust while tightening his grip around his neck.

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You can’t deny it, that’s not good for you

Why are you trying to save him? You can’t deny it, he’s dead.

I just thought that if I pretended that he was still alive he would come back.

You know that's not how it works, a lie like that will make your heart heavy and waste your life.

I just wish I could be there for him, even make him happy again. If I just-

You love him.

How did you know? I used to really love him-

Just because your heart doesn't flutter when you see his image does not mean you don’t deeply care for him.

Well I do care about him a lot.

That is visible, but pretending that you can get everything your heart desires with no work is taking its toll.

🧍🏼🧍🏼‍♀️

I want someone to hold my hand, kiss me on the cheek, tell me I’m pretty, and listen while I rant about shit. Is that too much to ask?

As a society, I think we need more women with swords