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The Devil Was Framed - Submitted by SeesawSiya

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[pinkmisspiggy]

being touchstarved makes u absolutely buckwild when someone does smth simple like .share a chair with u

[pinkmisspiggy]

like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldn’t feel like So Much it shouldn’t feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.

[bereavemcnt]

Gurgles.

[bereavemcnt]

redhead-renegade:

The red will not look at those eyes, it’s just a thing, don’t make eye contact at first, it’s always worrisome. It’s better to just not look and wait to be acknowledged, she pauses a moment and glances up briefly, to see that he’s standing now and it earns a noise of excitement, her hands dropping to her side as she bares teeth out of giddiness, the laugh continues for a moment more while she drops her head temporarily. 

“S’ me, Blaire, good old Blaire” she replies tilting her head a bit. “That you in there Jeremiah, or is it the other guy?” She has to ask. 

Subtly she would move to nose around him a bit, looking him over, making sure that no major changes had happened, no new traumas maybe even making sure that this wasn’t some sort of fever dream. 

It’s good she asks. He’s glad, if only because it furthers his grounding and helps him slip his hands firmly into the consciousness of his mind. If he’d been dissociating, it’s gone now, mind only vaguely fuzzy around the far reaches and corners while the rest of him is sharp and focused. It hasn’t been this clear in days. He’s got to thank her for that sometime.

“I-it’s me, Butterc-cup,” he fights an overly-bubble giggle from slipping through, then makes his way towards her. Steps are a bit sluggish, feet kinda drag, but overall, he’s here to stay. God, piloting a body is hard. “Hey.”

A large hand lifts and he stops himself just short of her, taking note that it might seem threatening that he’s getting closer. He couldn’t tell anymore what people would interpret his actions as; not that he can blame them. Even he can’t tell what his actions mean sometimes. He doesn’t seem worse for wear, not on the outside. But it’s hell inside his mind: Sinner’s been trying to take over to return back to Big Man and Jer’s all but fought his ass off to keep him from doing it. The Sins have to put him in a room sometimes (per his request when conscious) to keep him from jeopardizing everything. He’s grateful they haven’t taken one of their general’s advice and shot him dead yet.

“Y-you okay?” The gentle concern he has for her fills his voice, “b-b-been a while. Been so long I haven’t- I’ve been wonderin’ about’cha. You good?”

[bereavemcnt]

redhead-renegade:

That and no one laughs with me, not like you do, pretty sure Julian’s gonna sit on me and start cleaning me like I’m actual pup soon. 

My laughter sucks, though. F-forced half the time cause of’a nerv-vous... a personal tick. But you’re right- you’re just really f-funny, a real funny gal, what can I say?

[bereavemcnt]

Oi-- long time no see

[It seems like everyone’s crawling outta the woodworks, huh? He just gives a shrug, smiling as best he can beneath his mask.]

B-been a while, yeah. You still fuckin’ around Steelp-port?

[bereavemcnt]

redhead-renegade:

Just gets lonely here without you guys, I hardly talk to anyone anymore…

Underst-tandable, but sad. Ill try t’k-keep, to stay closer this time. I-if work doesn’t kill me first.

[bereavemcnt]

redhead-renegade:

There’s something wrong, Blaire may not be all there right now but she can feel something. She perks and starts to look around, immediately starting to feel on edge, antsy and ready to start something with the next person who comes her way. 

Honestly, if she followed instinct and her nose, something would come up right? 

Right. Sure enough something had her riled up enough to come down a weird little road and looking around like a fool, she knew something familiar was around, almost frantically she looked around until..pink? Just a glimpse. 

Wait, pink? Jez, no shes pur- Jer. Jeremiah? 

“Christ” she nearly barks surveying the ground and almost wanting to climb the wall, despite the initial excitement she stops. Remembering a few lessons in life, Jer was not always Jer and in those cases in never seemed to end well for her. So for the moment she stopped and covered her mouth for a moment before starting to bay at him. She’d cover her mouth to hide teeth and maybe anything else to wolfish, but she’d continue to bay and laugh at him until she got his attention. 

There’s a noise to his left. Jer is still crouched, staring at the ground, with no acknowledgement of Blaire or her noises until the mask he wore, heavy with the weight of his thoughts, slowly tilts. Those unsettling eyes are glowing thanks to the slight dim of light around him, a sickly pale blue and dark grey-blue illuminating the night until they flicker. A sign that Sinner’s control has ended, and he and Jeremiah are now struggling for complete but temporary dominance.

He knows her, though. He knows that he knows. She’s so... familiar. Even with the baying and the weird bark-like laughter, he can tell this is someone from Jeremiah’s- no, his past. Someone he loves. Someone he cares about so deeply his chest is swelling and his heart threatens to explode out of his chest. The movement of his long gangly legs doesn’t seem to change his height at all outside shortening him an inch as he drops down to the ground. He stands there, staring at her, the brows on his mask furrowed while he tries to figure out who she is. It’s then he wheezes and remembers he has to speak through his mind - thus triggering the mask to speak for him in Sinner’s voice - in order to voice his thoughts.

“Blaire?”

[wish7master]

[bereavemcnt]

redhead-renegade:

Please don’t fall off the face of the planet again, I got so worried about you. 

I’ll t-try. Can’t promise nothin’, b-but I’ll- I can try.

[catmeme-moved]

òwó

you undewestimate my abiwities, mr pwesident

[redhead-renegade]

If you thought I was going to miss Jer being back you were wrong

[bereavemcnt]

I-I m-m-missed. I missed you, too, sweetie.

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

SIAMÉS - “The Wolf”

[leikamei]

[bereavemcnt]

There are no words to describe the joy i have seeing Jeremiah again

I dunno how long he’ll be back but he’s Here Right Now and that’s all that matters

[bereavemcnt]

He’s not quite sure what his own deal is, but there he is, once again perched on a high surface. It’s high in that it’s off the ground, but it’s not so much the dangerous kind of height like the edge of buildings that he perches on often due to some internal drive to jump. Instead, it’s one of those stone walls used to keep ground up on the opposite side of a back alley path. You know. A surface hard to balance on, yet he’s perched perfectly like some kind of crouching, hunching bird in a tux. A dog-bird, thanks to the vibrant pink hellhound mask on his head.

Jeremiah says nothing while sitting like this, staring so intently at a spot in the ground it’s like he’s not there at all. He isn’t, not really. Sinner’s the one manning the show right now, but Jeremiah’s been surfacing on occasion, reminding him not to topple forward and not to lash out at the occasional passer by that’s startled by him regardless of his unmoving, statuesque stature. Maybe something’ll snap him out of this haze and get one of them going. Maybe he’ll just sit here like this for the rest of his miserable unlife. Who knows?

[hey-there-little-red-riding-hood]

[parhelion-dreams]

@wulfhug !