( SUPERPOWER. )

[conduiting]

i have truly been blessed by the gods with wire lemme tell ya. delsin’s got one, now, too.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[conduiting]

“Gotta say, kid - I’m glad the rumors are true.” The woman chuckles, beaming as she crosses her arms across her chest. “It’s great to see you around again. Plan on doing any more artwork?”

          counting ; definitely not his strong suit but the amount of dollar bills in his wallet is getting out of hand.  he can already hear his friends asking if he got them from a strip club , and he’s already conjuring up responses in his mind - but he’s interrupted.  lost count.  given up.  they’re pushed back into place hurriedly before he realizes who is speaking.

          “ oh , holy shit.  yeah , of course-- i mean , ” arms are open suddenly , even with wallet still in hand , and they’re thrown around her in a quick hug.  “ what are you even doin’ here ? ”

[conduiting]

divinesouled‌:

                    she preferred the cone. she preferred the cone and licking the ice cream off because it felt like a unique experience with ice cream and ice cream alone. but aeran prefers to use a spoon, to have his ice cream in a little dish so that when it begins to melt he can scoop up all the extra like a chilled soup. she shouldn’t have stopped for ice cream. but she had extra money, something given to her by a kind soul who wanted to repay her for fixing them up with make-shift stitches to avoid hefty hospital bills. 

                      now it’s a series of choices that led her here. she shouldn’t have accepted the money. she shouldn’t have chosen ice cream when she could have gotten real food. and maybe she should have been selfish and gotten herself a cone, instead of getting ice cream for aeran. because aeran likes his in a dish, and a dish needs a spoon - reaching for a spoon allowed such an invasive jolt into her body, her mind, suffocating and dizzying. the paper dish is dropped, ice cream splattering out against linoleum and her shoes. “ – sorry. “ she mirrors, before darting out the door, lacking ice cream and a spoon both.  

          fight or flight - or should he say ice cream or no ice cream , he’s rushing after her the minute it’s processed in his brain what’s just happened.  the ice cream on the floor was enough to counter the confusion , and with spoon stuck in his own bowl , delsin’s making an effort to save the day.  again.  or attempt to , anyway , given his infamous past of only making things worse.

          but she’s faster than he thought she’d be despite his catching up.  not a hand is laid on her , he wouldn’t do that , but his legs are long enough to get him a few feet ahead and spinning on his heel.  bowl is presented , two napkins held under it , “ wait - okay , i just wanted to try and . . .  so basically , what i’m gettin’ at is that you should take this ‘cause i feel bad about what happened back there and . . . ” he stops , the obvious pained concern on his face causing teeth to catch bottom lip for a moment.  it makes him stop fumbling over his words , at least.  time to collect himself.  bowl is pulled back towards his chest.

          “ okay.  sorry.  that was a lot , huh ?  are you okay ? ”

[conduiting]

@divinesouled

          if reggie knew where he was right now , he’d probably be toast.  he told him half an hour prior that he was heading into town to pick up one thing and he’d be back , but now delsin’s spent twenty minutes in line for some ice cream.  there’s a few people ahead of him , now , and his order’s already been taken so that it can be ready when he reaches the register ; but that impatience in his body is rising in the form of fingertips idly tapping against arms in their crossed position.

          he pulls through , though , and digs his wallet from back pocket and whips out a few dollars - but it’s what happens after that switches everything up.  there’s a smaller girl situating her own purchases , and instead of waiting on her to get a spoon and move along - delsin reaches over to grab at one , too , and the contact their hands make sends his mind into a flurry of memories that aren’t his.  eyes squeeze shut for a minute , and he retrieves his spoon ( luckily ) while hand jerks away , but then his vision settles on her awkwardly.

          “ sorry. ”

[conduiting]

"Well well, if it isn't The Bannerman." The Audio Conduit chuckled, his voice a perfect imitation of Delsin's own "If I knew I was going to meet a VIP, I would've bought drinks." [Bioterrortunes]

          “ wait-- ” said as if he was thinking it was , indeed , himself speaking the words but fortunately that pinch of common sense snaps its fingers into play after a second.  brows furrow , lips parted slightly in contemplation - thinking of how to respond , “ wish somebody would’ve told me there was gonna be a party ‘cause i would’ve brought something , too.  maybe some like . . . ” his inability to shut up plays a crucial part , “ paper towels . . .  or some plates . . . ”

[whitetailmilitia]

delsin + idle animations. looks like SOMEBODY is impatient.

[fuckyeahtroybaker]

[glassrunner]

“You mean the smoke thing? Yeah, that’s new.”

[naughtydogz]

[poison-siren]

∞

[delsin-r0we]

Favourite Video Game Characters: 1/??

Delsin Rowe [inFAMOUS: Second Son]

“Reggie. I did this. And I gotta fix it.”

[colemcgraths-blog]

You do realize when we “hit the town”, there’s a fair chance the town’s gonna, you know… hit back?