(These people are based off of characters I made in like 2016 too. I'm going through writings and such I've done randomly throughout the years that I've done nothing with.)
"Have you ever wondered where we go when we die?" Caspian Matthews looks over at the petite girl who is laying on the bed next to him. He shrugs his shoulders at the girl next to him, wanting nothing more than to feel nicotine run through his body.
"Where ever I'm going sweetheart, it ain't nowhere good." He says, sitting up. His tattooed chest had a few beads of sweat dripping down it, showing what they had been doing just minutes before.
"I'm serious Cas! What if there actually is a heaven? What if I die and I never get to see the triplets again? What is going to happen to my parents?" Caspian looks at her once again, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Jamie West, since when were you a talker after sex? Besides, I'm sure that y'all will be fine. You're a good person, I'm sure you aren't going to hell anytime soon." Caspian mumbles the last few words as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes out of bedside table. He pulls one out, puts it between his lips, and lights it. Jamie coughs a bit as Caspian notices the smoke rolling over to her side of the bed.
"I'm just saying.." She huffs, pulling the blanket more over her chest as Caspian looks at her with an exaggerated expression. He breathes the cigarette smoke in, pulling it away as he blows it out.
"You'll be fine, doll." He mumbles, flicking the ash into a tray on the bedside table next to him. She sighs softly, fanning the smoke away from her face.
"Maybe, just maybe." She says softly, he watches as she stares up at his tattered ceiling. The tired rhythm they have beating steady.
