𝖗𝐚𝐟𝐞.

scarlet gazes between the ocean and rafe, wondering which view is better. she’s slowly to place her hands upon the cameron heir’s hips, “you’re beautiful, rafe.” she murmurs sheepishly.

DAILY AFFIRMATIONS : - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not like my dad - i am not l

scarlet’s slow to follow, shedding her shoes and house keys to join rafe in the ocean. she doesn’t care if her clothes get soaked with saltwater. she’ll just buy new ones. “so fuckin’ humid.” she comments, sucking in her teeth.

a small , incredulous scoff emits from his mouth , brown locks swaying as head shakes ever so slightly . “ i’m well aware . but ———- thanks for the reminder . “ he says before patting the other’s shoulder twice , beginning to walk away &

a faint scoff, his own eyes rolling beneath closed eyelids. rafe carried a certain weight when he was irritated, immediately dispensed on barry’s shoulders. “don’t get all depressin’ on me, man. chill out a little or sum’.”

a sister is both your mirror and your opposite.

his dark brows knit together, with a quick glance over at him. he’s officially 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑑. his arm lazily stretches out towards rafe, the joint waving in front of him to take — loosely circling his face. “y’look like shit.”

⠀ ( he’s sprawled out on his couch, smoking, head tilted back against sofa cushions, eyes half-lidded. do not disturb. ) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

l͟i͟k͟e to plot a 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. independent; obx, crossover, fandomless, and oc friendly.