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@stellarstolen || Continued 5ever later

She could hear the sobbing before she even opened the door. The room was empty, other than Bryan, who was on his bunk with head buried in his pillow, bawling his eyes out. Maia sat down next to him, and rubbed his back soothingly. “Hey, Bry,” she whispered, leaning down toward him. “What’s wrong?” She pulled on his arm, tugging him reluctantly away from his pillow. “Come here. Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

Bryan had pretty much cleared the room when he’d come in upset and crying; most of the others not even caring, just clearing out when they saw him come in. He had curled up on his bunk, holding onto his pillow and just hiding his face as he bawled. How could he be so stupid? He wasn’t sure how long he’d laid there crying when suddenly the bed dipped and he felt a hand rubbing his back. Maia. He hiccuped and sniffled, peeking up from the pillow to look at his best friend, more grateful than anything for her being there. When she tugged on his arm, he was slightly reluctant, but then let go of the pillow and curled up against her side. “… Why do I still love him?” He managed out in a tiny voice, “Why can’t I just be happy that he’s happy, and not feel like my hearts broken every time that I see them?”

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headstrongblake:

a bright smile that touches her eyes lights up her face as the small insect begins wandering along her finger. slowly, but less hesitantly she reaches her arm up, allowing the butterfly to walk along her arms instead of simply her hand. “bryan, isn’t this place beautiful,” her attention moves back to the boy who’d shown her kindness and the beautiful creatures. the longer they’re here, the longer she feels the weight of the blake family crime lift off their shoulders. they weren’t on the ark anymore. weren’t bound by their laws. down here she wasn’t an illegal child. wasn’t a delinquent or criminal. down here, octavia could be anything she wanted and it was an incredible feeling. 

“look there’s more.” octavia points over his shoulder as the butterfly walking along her arm takes off again, following after another two glowing blue butterflies. “come on, let’s go.” she says excitedly even though part of her knows bellamy’s going to start worrying. soon he’s going to come looking for her, ready to scold her about leaving his sight. except the feeling of freedom is too good to pass up. she couldn’t if she tried.

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Bryan was just grinning ear to ear, amazed and excited at seeing the butterfly so easily crawling on the girls hand and arm. “It is beyond beautiful,” He chirped out in agreement, eyes wide and just trying to take everything in. The flowers, the trees, the butterflies; it was all so beautiful and they were alive, Earth really was as amazing as they’d always been told it would be when people got to go back. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of crops could be grown down here; already planning a small farm for himself and Miller. It was like a dream come true; friends, and a place to live.

“More?” He turned quickly to look at where she’d pointed, gasping at seeing that there were indeed more butterflies. He was forgetting for the moment that they should probably still stay closer to camp, or at least near some others, too excited about everything he was seeing. “Yes!” He chirped out then, grabbing for her hand again and tugging her after him as he moved to follow after the butterflies, wondering where they were headed to.

headstrongblake:

she takes a few more puffs before picking the cherry off the end, not wanting to smoke bryan out while he was already having a trying day. a frowns present on her lips as she listens to bryan rant about what’s gotten him in such a mood that he’s slamming doors and dropping his bag with loud thunks. octavia can’t say she’s surprised exactly. miller’s been ditching out on their plans more and more lately but she’s surprised he’s acting this way. the pair weren’t close by any means but nate was close with her big brother which meant they spent enough time together and octavia never got the impression that he was the type to just… stop being there. “he’s a dick.” she agrees, placing the roach inside an empty cigarette pack before tossing it through the window. “well, i’m all yours – if you’re going to go out like a hero, i at least have to help.” she offers a smirk as she gets up from her place on the fire escape.

Bryan was grumpy and upset, using that as a way to hide that he really wanted to cry. He wasn’t sure what was up with Miller; he’d been acting really weird lately and it just kept getting worse. Was it something with him? Something with his family? He wasn’t sure, but he just hoped he’d find out eventually. For now, he’d stick with hanging out with his roommate and best friend, and eating a lot of comfort food. He bit his lip to keep the answer that he was tempted to say from coming out; Octavia didn’t need to know those thoughts. “Good, I’m glad you’re up for helping, because otherwise I was just gonna drag you along,” He teased lightly, stretching some and then letting out a loud sigh. “Okay, so, ice cream, brownies, all the comfort food, I’ve decided. See how much I can eat at once.”

headstrongblake:

breakfast that one time. instantly octavia’s head shoots up, maybe a little too quickly because for a moment after all she can see in bryan’s room is stars. “whoa,” she blinks once. then twice. emerald hues finally adjusting on bryan once it feels like the room is no longer a merry go round. “you mean the time we all decided a water balloon fight at the crack of dawn was a good idea after, how many tequila bottles?” there’s a light chuckle that fills the room as a smirk dances onto her lips. “my hair is completely moldable – it had to survive years of bellamy’s torture okay?” although he makes a good point, if they wanted to have breakfast down at the diner before adventuring tomorrow they needed to get some sleep. especially octavia. sleep would help the booze leave her system. “promise not to steal all the blankets this time?” she asks, eyelids already feeling heavier simply at the idea of sleep.

Bryan’s eyes went wide and he looked worried as Octavia shot up like that. “Yeah, whoa. Maybe that’s not such a good idea, huh?” He chuckled softly, “And yes, that time. I’m sure they still remember us there.” He continued to play with her hair for the moment, humming at her words. “This is true, though I think it’d be hilarious to see him trying to fix hair,” He snickered out. He scooted and made it so that they were both laying on the bed, grinning lightly at her words. “I’ll try,” He stated then, “But I make no real promises. Go to see, O.”

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worst type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows. They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.

Shannon L. Alder  (via vancityreynolds)

Okay, but what if I did give Bryan a GoT verse though? Bryan a tiny little Tyrell boy, who gets shipped off up north to Winterfell as a ward because of a bet/problems his father got into and couldn’t solve. So he goes from sweet boy running in the sun to grumpy teen stuck in the north and hating them for keeping him there in the cold. idk.