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bodyxprison

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      he hadn’t intended for silas to absently twist his own fingers into ira’s extended hand, but the contact was held and appreciated regardless. it took a moment for him to shift his other hand from nyx’s little body and to the coffee table nearby - dragged closer so he could set things on it more freely and with less effort, and to snatch up his glasses. once they rest on his nose he returned to petting the cat, and gave silas’ hand a squeeze. “ it’s not fair for you to burn all of your vacation time on sitting here and listening to me either snore or complain. also —do i snore? i don’t think i snore. i know i breathe a little heavier if my mouth is open, but it’s not snoring. ” his voice trailed off, a slight adjustment had him taking his friend into his sight now that he could actually see, and ira grimaced at the laptop in his lap. envy.

      until silas snapped it shut and set it aside, as if he knew that ira would be somewhat childish about it, albeit mentally. how much more time did he have to spend like this? he hated every second of it. “ i’m allowed to be dramatic. i basically got my existence drop-kicked into oblivion and now i have the most fucking embarrassing mark on my forehead. what will i do when it’s clearly two shades pinker than my already very pink skin? i won’t be pretty anymore. will you still love me if i’m ugly? will you make me wear a mask like the phantom of the opera? what if nyx hates me because i look like an ogre? oh, the humanity. ” he’d decided that it would be in his best interest to attempt to keep a brighter outlook on this - for as long as he could. future frustrations notwithstanding, and very recently past, small arguments as well.

      “ who listens to a movie? you’re supposed to watch them. ” lamentation stained his tone, ira felt his lips purse into a thin line and then he sighed. “ but i wouldn’t be opposed to listening to cowboy bebop. considering it really does have one of the best soundtracks. but also, we should be spike and vicious for next halloween. you be vicious, because you have the beautiful hair, and i be spike because apparently my taste in women lines up with dangerous and mean. obviously nyx is julia. ”

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      laptop pushed aside, his lips stretched a little wider-- maybe at the sight of his friend, maybe at their shared contact, maybe at how the glasses added to his present look. silas would never tell. " i wouldn’t have used the time off, anyway. i should thank you for giving me the excuse, but that would be a bit morbid. ” he had lost vacation time in the past, been forced to take it for company policy but... it was nothing ponder or pay mind to. for now his concerns were sprawled out before him... figuratively and physically that everything else could be thoughts for later. “ and yes, ” he added, a returned squeeze of confirmation, “ you snore. that counts as a light snore but you deserve that heavy of a sleep. ”

     but he was the first to let go, standing and cleaning the convenient coffee table from all dishes and trashes, humming in reply that he was still listening as he disappeared with arms full and returned with a fresh glass of water within ira’s reach-- a mother hen, if silas could assume such a role. “ your familiar obviously doesn’t think you any different. she’s a black ball of happiness that you’re home to cuddle with that you might be spoiling her. you both deserve the time, and the rest. besides, it’s not embarrassing. it’s attractive. it’s rugged. you’re handsome, and dramatic... but you should still try-on the phantom mask. just once, ” he teased, holding up a digit. “ just in case.”

      he parked himself in front of the tv, a secluded little corner to himself while he turned on the device and prepared his phone to stream ( with the amusement of all the electronics he was working unabashedly ) with a, “ that we can do. i’ll put it on. while i agree to this i don’t think the light hair would compliment my complexion, but we could try. ” and who was he to say no? despite the years of maintaining a long distance relationship, no matter in what fashion, pictures and aol messenger couldn’t add up to the experience of personally spiking ira’s hair to fit the exact name... a perhaps make a better memory of the time of year. “ nyx is definitely ein. smarter than the both of us yet her limited speech dooms her to watch us blunder about. though we can dress her as julia. she’d look good in a blonde wig. ” 

      his phone disappeared into his pocket before he even turned around while the soft jazz intro playing the background matched his step as he returned to the other’s side. “ we could also play a game if you’d like? do a puzzle? something to focus on while listening to the show? ”

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crimsonmarks​

“Hey, still important,” Andy affirmed with a sincere nod, thinking that too often nurses and volunteer staff were overlooked. She’d had to tell off residents several times for talking down to nurses who’d been on staff for more than twenty years and likely knew more than they did with their medical degrees and pride. “And still helping. The bigger picture matters too and I feel like people miss that.” She was already grabbing plates and laughed at his proposed plan. “I think it means we can both do clean up. You’re off the clock, after all.”

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      his hand went up, an attempt to shy away from her words with a hopefully humble tone. “ the bigger picture does matter but it’s also internal hospital and social politics between the staff. i don’t mind too much, just wish i could provide more as the outsider. ” but he intended on leaving it there, stuffed away with the groceries he was stuffing into the cupboards with care and moving onto the next. for now he could only be thankful for the time off as much as the opportunity to be involved, perhaps understand what it was that happen to his-- 

      “ hey, i am now on friend duty, and that job never stops. i’m a bit of a workaholic, anyway, ” he added, lowering the produce he shook her direction to its rightful place. “ this is the least i can do. ” always.

[oztheblackrabbit-deactivated201]

questions about your character.

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

Questions about your character

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

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hab1bi-deactivated20180612​:

Send 3 assumptions and I’ll tell you how many are right

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fold down your hands give me a sign put down your lies . lay down next to me don't listen when i scream bury your doubts and fall asleep

“ Goodbye ” by Apparat

[leecas]

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crimsxnsins​

There was something about skateboarding that brought Ana back to her high school days; she had means of using her own car to get to and from places like work but there was just something about her board that felt right. Though on this day in particular Ana was using her board because she couldn’t find her car keys and was already late as is which was why she was trying to text her co-worker that she was on her way and finish off her bagel that was in the other hand. Another ‘had she been on time’ moment followed right after she sent the text when she went crashing into someone, flying right off the board and onto the pavement. Ana felt all her sore muscles just flare up as soon as she rolled over on her back, “Какого черта!” Of course it was all her fault but it didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna try to place the blame on someone other than herself, “There goes me being on time…and my bagel.” She turned as much as she could to see the person she crashed into, “Please tell me I don’t have to call 911.”

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      " if it takes one crash then you weren’t on time, ” he mumbled out, slowly pushing off of the ground to assess the damage of falling on his shoulder. for the moment, the pain was too fresh with a minor shock that didn’t give a good understanding ( although it felt dislocated ) and shifted his focus onto her as he sat up. “ so long as no heads bounced off the pavement and there’s no external bleeding, i don’t think we need an ambulance involved. ” the rides were too expensive anyway for him to want to be their unfortunate patient-- he’d rather walk on a third-degree sprain to the e.r. than suffer the ride to it. one more self-evaluation ( thankfully it was only bruised ) he began shuffling himself to his feet while holding a hand out to her. “ are you all right? you look about as put together as you did before you fell, ” he teased.

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goodwillchild​

Saskia offered him a small smile, scooting a bit to the side so her could come closer. She watched him as he watched the sky and lowered herself into the ground as well, taking a deep breath before answering him. “Yeah… I’ve been here a couple times, wondering if I’d have the guts to end it all…. But I don’t think I’ve been closer than I am today…” She said and sighed. “And you? What brings you here?” She asked. She’d understand if he didn’t wish to talk about it. 

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      “ that’s very poignant and to the point. i like the room to breathe, letting all the thoughts come out into the infinite space of nature. why hold onto what’s in your head when you can lend it to a tree or the sky? let them taken the burden of thought for a while. ” in open spaces one could pretend to not be themselves, or could pretend to be another version of themselves. but it wasn’t the truth was it? he had even admitted to his clouded head, saved for the moment when the holiday festivities died down and was left the distance of kin. and was it not fair to lend another a thought when she had shared?

      “ i’m missing my family. i miss them and let my mind wonder and wander horrible thoughts about them, about me. coming out here... i get to pretend i don’t. i don’t have to acknowledge anything because for a few moments, i’m not me. ” he held a brighter smile, proud, as if he had found a cleverest idea no man had thought before as he drifted his gaze back up. “ and it’s beautiful here. i look forward to seeing the beautiful things. ”

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corruptedangxl​

Despite the biting cold of the Chicago winter, Cecilia couldn’t stand being cooped up in her flat for much longer. Not sure when she could return to work, the days started to blur. Having stopped looking over her shoulder, life seemed as bleak as the winter was. Stopping by the frozen pond, she realised she had never been there in the winter. 

At first she didn’t hear that people were walking behind her, she didn’t notice whoever was there. “I never realised how incredibly withered the park became this time of year.”

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      “ it’s beautiful, isn’t it? ” it was the time of the year when life renewed, when the cold washed away the old and made space for the new. his eyes danced across the silhouettes of the trees, the way they reached to the sky with barren fingers and twigs knowing well time would limbs with abundance. his smile softly stretched across his face before his gaze directed to hers... and slowly faded.

      “ i... that’s probably not what you meant... i’m also intruding on personal thoughts spoken out, aren’t i? ”

[blxstered]

goodwillchild​

Location: Rural part of Chicago

Saskia had never felt mroe of a failure than she felt now. Usually when she felt troubled, she’d come to this place, not far form civilization bit at the same time gave her the opportunity to reflect on things. She sat by the edge of a cliff, legs hanging from it as she sighed. It wasn’t exactly high, but high enough to kill whatever fell into it.

She’s been there a couple times, more than someone with a healthy emotional should. What she didn’t expect this time was company as she could hear footsteps coming closer. “You should be careful, this thing’s really high…” She murmured as she turned to see who had arrived.

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     “ and here i thought this was my spot. mind if i join you? ” but he was already lowering himself to the edge, letting his long limbs find freedom dangling in the air while he leaned back and let his gaze drift to the sky above and whatever hints of the universe it allowed for the moment. if there was any protest to the company, of course he’d be polite, maybe he’d be polite. holidays were their own unique kind of wavelength he enjoyed and yet hated, and the sway of opinion was as changeable as his mood, yet to be determined.

     “ i’m guessing you have a clouded skull, too? ”

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revelaare​

avalon nervously pulls at the single silver bracelet falling down her arm. in the reflection of the bar window she looks thin, cheeks hollowing out, there really isn’t much to her lately. she’s aware that sans the expensive little black dress, and diamonds she adorns, she could fall into the crowd so easily. in avalons mind, her money and position at work is what separated her the other divorced middle aged women in the room. she watches them, eyeing off the younger souls over their drinks. throwing back watered down gin and tonics, seemingly lacking flavour the more she downs, avalon’s rolls back the tension in her shoulders, the meeting with her lawyer didn’t go down well. tracing her finger momentarily over the condensation of water under her glass, she has unexpected company, “no, the chairs not taken.” she feigns a gentle smile, pleasant, but lacking warmth. 

      “ thank you. ” the screech of the stool was enough to send shivers down his back, an omen if it were any other day, any other time, any other place. it was enough to give silas a pause before shirking off his normal train of thoughts to a brick wall of one notion: he needed a fucking drink. in the least he could say he was still polite to the bartender, if not short and to the point without the grace of a thankful or attentive tone; instead it was short and stiff as his drink that was quickly shot down before the man could step away, a request for a refill coming from his lips before the glass hit the countertop. the second he stared at in contemplation, allowed his gaze to drift while his thoughts barged against the flimsy wall without realizing his view shifted to her fingers and the dancing of falling water on the glass. 

      “ have you unlocked the secrets to chaos theory, yet, ” he asked, glancing up to her with a quick nod to her glass in reference. “ or is the drink not that good? ”

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laventii​:

lincdawson​:

xrowe​:

crimsonfaux​:

Open to: Room#12 (  Lavrenti “Lav” Vasile @laventii​, Lincoln Dawson @lincdawson​, Ellis Rowe @xrowe​, Leslie Galahad @day-dreamcrs​, Silas Hale @blxstered​ )

Edith was surprised that her normal rickety hotel had told her they needed her elsewhere for the night. Something about late night renovations? It was on a whole other level of odd, but she was lucky to find the only available hotel that lit up in the darkness. She was a patient person to a degree, so the wait for the key and the insufferable slow ascent were all things she quietly dealt with. 

She didn’t have many items with her to begin with. Her hearing aids, Air Force jacket on her underneath the more stocky coat, and a small overnight bag. The power ceasing didn’t seem to bother her even, but the wheeze of the heater made her snap. Rolling off the bed, and giving little care to anyone around her she gave a swift kick to the unit. “I don’t think so mother fucker.” she grumbled as the wheeze turned more into a whisper with the surge of heat. Did she see kids in this room earlier? Oh well. 

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Ellis stared at the woman kicking the heater, making a face as her foot collided with the unit. “You hit that heater any harder love, it’s going to hit you back.”  He remarked, making no effort to move from his seat atop his bed to look at it. 

Could he work on HVAC units or figure out why the power had gone out in the building? Technically, yes. But did he want to? Presently, no. He didn’t really owe anything to any of these people and wasn’t on the clock. Plus, with the heat functioning like it should, what was the point? Instead, he was eyeing other people’s belongings, inching his way towards a bag sitting idly atop a bedside table, unclaimed and his for the taking. So long as its owner or anyone else didn’t notice. He waited a moment for ample distraction about the room before slipping his hand inside, resurfacing with first thing he could find…pepper spray? He shrugged. Could prove useful. He pocketed it, setting the bag back exactly as he found it.

@lincdawson​

It was freezing. Lincoln held his daughter close to him, rocking her to calm her down. Daddy, it’s dark and scary. I don’t like it. I’m so cold! He shushed her against his chest, stroking back her hair. “Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. We’re all here together, and Daddy’s here. Here, put your jacket on, baby.” He picked up the purple unicorn jacket and putting it on his daughter, holding her close. Lincoln got her another blanket from his suitcase, wrapping it around her as he put her on one of the big beds and got out. a few of her favorite toys, her dolls, stuffed animals. She’d be content playing for a while as he looked to the others, eyeing them. 

“Looks like there’s no hope for that heater. I would be able to usually fix it up, but didn’t bring my tools, obviously.” He looked around the room, only knowing one person. The russian guy, Lav, was his name? Or was it Tav?  “I’m, uh .. I’m Lincoln, by the way. Linc Dawson and that’s my daughter, Sara. She’s four. Promise she won’t keep you up or anything. She’s a good kid. As long as she got a few books and toys, she won’t make much of a fuss, although I gotta say, a bit nervous about her not having Peppa Pig now.” He looked to each person. “Maybe we should just introduce ourselves, since we’re stuck here?” 

@laventii​

Ana Kuya had spent the first part of the evening using the maximum capacity of her lungs to scream against the commotion of the manor as everyone collected their essentials to go to the North Coast Hotel. She had only just fallen asleep before the lights stopped humming, and he was grateful that she had tired herself out to sleep through the cries of the other child in the room.

Lav wrapped the blanket around her tighter, pressing her small and cold cheeks to his to try and keep her warm. There was some worry brewing at the thought of the heater also succumbing to the same fate of the lights. He looked up at the man, Lincoln. He tried to make out his figure that was dimly lit by the window, make sense of who he was and whatever threat he could pose. “Lav,” He said, careful to butcher his name in case there were any biases against his family in this room. He didn’t want a blade pointed at him so early in the night. “Introductions are good, yes. This is Ana.”

@blxstered​

      what a mess, and he didn’t know where to begin. he could muse over it and over but it wouldn’t change the strange situation filled with strangers, in a strange room where the heat was slowly failing. and he watched the strangers from his little perch, a chair placed in front of what he assumed to be his bed with a blanket draped over his lap. he heard how the stories went last time something similar happened. hell, he tended to patients who were surviving victims to it, and the tall branch of a man wasn’t keen to allow history repeat-- even if the children reduced the likelihood of such an outcome.

      but the kick of the heater and sudden surge in talking to each brought him away from any musing again, eyes bouncing to each as they spoke with the introduction of their children that lingered the idea of what a mess it was that it wasn’t coordina--  “ lincoln? i’ve heard your name bounced around before, ” and with the introduction silas’ eyes set only on that particular individual’s mug, no intent, no perceived annoyance other than a blank stare, unwavering as he spoke. “ silas. and as for the heater, i could also fix it but that’d require turning it off and allowing it to cool. some consistent heat is better than waiting in the cold, especially with the babes in the room. kicking it is probably our best fix at the moment.  ”

@crimsonfaux​

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crimsonmarks​:

“Is it weird being back?” Andy asked, helping unpack things onto the counter. She figured that Silas would know where things went anyway. “It’s definitely been crazy, though..,kind of feels like we should be used to it by now but…” she shrugged, setting down a bushel of apples. But it never gets easier. Seeing people in pain was never something Andy could gloss over, though sometimes she wished she could. She could compartmentalize when she needed to at least, or else she wouldn’t be very good at her job. 

“Yeah, sure,” she smiled at the invitation, grateful that Ira had his best friend to help him through this, “besides, how else will you both get through all of this.” Andy laughed, patting the giant Tupperware container of yellow rice. “And you’re right, you know – I see it all the time in post op.” She took out some bananas as she spoke, place them on the counter before collapsing the paper bag neatly. “The influence family…friends have on someone’s recovery is really incredible.”

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      “ only a little. they’re putting me on unwanted duties: bedpans, cleanup, and basic vital checks. i suppose that’s what i get for a mandatory seventy hours but it’s something to help. resident nurses obviously get more standard rotations. ” to admit he was frustrated he wasn’t given more responsibility was uncouth, yet he was still underused, even if he wasn’t prideful enough to say it out loud. “ anything i can do to help, i guess. ” anything at all but at least he was useful at home... well the home at which he was invited and doted on his friend without care.

      “ so that means you’re going to leave the cleanup for me while you dish out some comfort food for all of us. sound like a plan? ” and he rushed, putting away the groceries ( in his organization methods, thank you. ira could deal with it when he was better, ) while bearing room for her to get the food for all of them.

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crimsonmarks​

“I know you both haven’t even gone through Sunday’s batch but if there’s one thing my mother’s good at, it’s comfort food,” Andy said, settling another container full of arroz con gandules on the counter along with other groceries she’d picked up on her way from the hospital. She glanced over at Silas with a semi apologetic smile, “I just kind of grabbed whatever I saw you were running low on. Hope that’s alright.” She might not have been able to wave a magic wand to make Ira better, but if she could help in a small way, she would – it was in her nature to try anyway.

      “ i appreciate anything you’ve brought. with all of the disasters going on, even i’m being pulled for mandatory volunteer so i’ve haven’t the chance to get everything. ” his hands were already riffling through the bags, quickly taking inventory of everything andy was thoughtful to bring while noting items they’d need within time. the sigh of relief but a wider smile to his tiers, more relaxed and at ease than he was when she first arrived as if any anxiety was washed away. 

      “ while it’s not entirely my invitation to make, you should stay for comfort food. i don’t know if he’s still out-- ” silas’ head peered to the kitchen threshold, as if the plethora of walls between the kitchen and where ira was slumped were transparent enough to tell his friend’s conscious state. alexa would be going off if he was awake, right? “ -- but even if he isn’t i’m sure he’d enjoy more outside company, or even more than one of us at time. and i’m betting a dinner with company between shifts could be mentally healthy? ”

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firesxblood​

The fingers of one hand twiddle with the edge of the blanket sitting on her lap as her eyes stare blankly out the window in front of her, the fabric covering the fact she no longer had her left leg, her own personal horror story from that horrid night in the castle .

Somehow she’d talked her way out of the hospital room, saying something about needing fresh air and getting a couple of nurses on her side. If she was going to be stuck in that hospital for another few days, she at least needed to breathe a scent that wasn’t antiseptic. She’d even made a show of pulling the sweatshirt her sister had brought her over her head.

The nurse wasn’t far and she knew it, but she was thankful for the few minutes of peace as she glanced up at the sky. It was a good place to clear her brain and start thinking of her resignation letter. “Y’know.” She murmured to the figure nearby, one she was hoping wasn’t the nurse. “I… have no idea how to begin a resignation letter that’s tasteful and not just ‘fuck this I quit’”

      “ to whom it may concern: i would like to inform you of my resignation from insert job effective whatever date you intend to leave. i would like to thank my employers for the opportunity of working for insert company and learning about job description to further my experience in the type of industry. please let me know of any information or assistance i could provide during this transition. thank you. your name. ”

      the news of halloween’s events -- the casualty count and the stories within -- gave little surprise or shock that his phone buzzed for his attention and proffered help. as much as he wished to politely dismiss it, he was required to show and with personal concerns tucked away and supervised by another, silas could do little to refuse. sadly, expectantly, he was all adorned in nice blue scrubs yet stuck with simple medication rounds and hygiene detail for remainder of his volunteer shift while the resident staff witnessed the more interesting and detailed side of the bloodshed. 

      with a huff and a soft smile he lifted his head from his collection of discarded paper cups and forgotten water pails to the patient, “ i’m guessing some life changing experience has you rethinking present choices.”

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bodyxprison​

      location: ira’s house.       open to: @blxstered​, a platonic husband.

      from his nest on the couch, ira groaned. eight days after the accident in question, four after his release from the hospital, and he was miserable. no screens, a headache that was forever insistent and nausea that came in waves, he was content on living in this very spot and groaning about it for the rest of his miserable existence, if need be. with nyx a little black ball on his stomach, ira reached forward toward silas - perched on the nearby armchair, and waggled his fingers. “ i’m fucking bored. ” cry more about it.

      his free hand shifted from his chest, down to the little cat’s head where he mindlessly stroked large fingers against the adult runt’s fur, and took soft comfort in the little prrbbbt she made at the sudden touch. but his eyes remained on his closest friend, the one he hadn’t realized he missed so sorely in all of his years away from the hellhole that was chicago, and still he reached forward like a childish zombie. “ silas. when do you go back to work? entertain me. talk to me. tell me a story. i’m dying here. i didn’t realize how much of my life revolved around screens. ”

      three feet away he was taking advantage of his time off, busying himself on a laptop seemingly too small for his fingers to work ahead in classes, while the body sprawled out on the couch rested. the call out for his attention didn’t miss his ears, but his gaze remained glued to his own screen and the flow of sentences that ensured his thesis carried some coherency before he set it aside for the evening. instead, he reach out with his own hand and grabbed his friend’s, unsure if the intention was for it to be held but the nonetheless offered the physical contact and comfort that he was listening while the other hand continued its sporadic dance across the keys.

      “ it sucks to realize how beholden we are to the them,” he agreed -- given his present privilege and access to the device in his lap was certainly no help -- “ and i wish healing meant different circumstances for you. ” while he insisted on ira’s rest and recovery, silas sympathized with it and company was the least he could give, if not being present so the man’s head didn’t jostle more than necessary. “ i don’t go back for another week and a half. i don’t take days off so... ” silas had time to spare, and with the other’s vampire-like schedule of sleep, he had the time to postpone his obligations... let his work save, exit and close the laptop to look at the beautiful disaster of a friend and the snug familiar he had beside him.

      “ i don’t have any good stories right now, and you feel very alive. i think you’re being little dramatic... just a little. we could, however, play board games, do puzzles... i could put a movie on in the background to listen to? ”

[anneboleyns]