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// Well, it’s taken me a while to come to terms with this, but... as it turns out, RP on tumblr is not exactly optimal for my mental health. Which is why this blog will be archived with immediate effect. I’m making a conscious choice to not delete it, because there are some things I don’t want to just... see disappearing. I’m sorry if there’s any pending thread that gets dropped at this point. Keep doing your stuff guys, Cherry out!
who we ARE and who we NEED TO BE to survive are two V E R Y D I F F E R E N T things
Continued from here | @helianthae
“Come on, you’re always nagging at me to take better care of myself. Do try to set a good example.”
Break may not have the best eyesight anymore, he was still sharp enough to notice a wound’s sudden appearance. He put a finger under Reim’s chin to turn his face and get a better look, red eye focused on the cut. The Hatter felt his stomach churn.
“What happened?”
“I-I’m not nagging, I’m just being-”
The pale hand coming into contact with Reim’s face interrupted his train of thought. He watched Break studying him closely, momentarily too surprised to retort or even draw back. Reim seemed held in place by the other’s scrutinizing gaze alone.
“There... was a call for backup on a mission in Reveil. The assigned group was one man short, so I, offered to join.” Reim guided Break’s hand away from his chin. “Someone tried to shoot me and missed. Barely, that is.”
Day 30: Found (friendship)
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“Look at me.”
He had noticed, hadn’t he? No use hiding it now, the cut on his cheek. Reim had gotten caught in the crossfire of a mission he had not even meant to be on. The attacker had missed - well, barely. The bullet had merely grazed him, that was all.
“It… it’s not as bad as it looks. I’m fine, Xerxes.”
three word starters pt. 2
“don’t you dare.”
“look at me.”
“just forget it.”
“i’m not mad.”
“you’re being mean.”
“what a mess.”
“you are perfect.”
“jesus fucking christ.”
“you’ll be okay.”
“take a seat.”
“don’t let go.”
“oh my god.”
“you’re the worst.”
“you’re my favorite.”
“i ruined everything.”
“you ruined everything.”
“just trust me.”
“i’m not drunk.”
“i feel lost.”
“i’m so alone.”
“you’re not alone.”
“hold onto me.”
“just come here.”
“stay the night.”
“please just go.”
“please don’t go.”
“hold my hand?” [little Sharon]
This was Sharon’s first day with the new tutor. Reim, who was accompanying her across the manor to their study, could see plainly that she was nervous to meet them. He gave her a reassuring smile and took hold of the young lady’s hand.
“Everything will be fine, I’m sure of it.”
"You never talk about it, why?"
What was there to talk about, really? Reim took a sip from his cup, carefully considering how to best approach her question, now that the subject of his rather poor financial state was laid bare.
“…Making a big deal of it won’t improve things either, will it? It’s enough if I’m the one burdened with the aftermath of dad’s recklessness.”
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In other words break is just being himself
Deep down you know You weren’t built for FIGHTING.
But that doesn’t mean You’re not prepared to TRY…
Your grandfather was a joke of a servant.
“A joke?” Reim raised an eyebrow at the grey-faced figure. Truth be told, he had never known Calum Lunettes in person, but the things he had heard of him were nothing short of positive.
“You must be confusing him with somebody else, I’m sure. Grandfather did an excellent job serving the Barma dukedom.”
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With some papers in hand, the young lady graciously made her way toward Reim’s office. Even if it were late in the afternoon, she was certain that he would be found there. Sharon knocked at his door and entered the room as soon as she heard his approval. Her fuchsia hues spotted his silhouette at the same place she had left him this morning. A light giggle escaped her lips.
“It appears that you are working quite hard! I have finished work so I shall retire soon. ” She motioned toward his desk and set down the paperwork; her amusement faded at once. Something appeared to be wrong with her friend. He looked rather frustrated and uneasy.
“ Is… everything alright, Mister Reim? Did Break give you his part of paperwork again and it passed its handing date?”
Reim looked up from his report only briefly when Sharon entered. His earlier encounter with Lord Vessalius and Lord Nightray had disrupted his schedule more than he liked to admit.
He offered a “Hmm” to answer her, the sound coming out showing more of his currently rather scattered state of mind than intended. When finally a blotch of ink dripped down onto the page because Reim hadn’t paid attention for a moment, he set down his pen in defeat.
“Yes yes, please do not worry about me, Miss Sharon. It has merely been an... eventful day, I’m afraid.”
As for Break’s paperwork... Reim hadn’t even gotten that far yet. Something about a cat-like Chain they had encountered recently. He had yet to read up on the facts.
He vaguely gestured towards the stack of papers on the left side of his desk. “It looks like I will be here for a few more hours at least.”
I wonder if Reim ever got his jacket back
[tuck]
[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.
Reim wakes up to the sound of a door closing. His glasses sit askew on his nose and it appears the fire in the fireplace has gone out already… he’s fallen asleep at his desk yet again.No wonder, with how much has piled up lately.
He sits up straight, lights a candle and pushes his spectacles back into place, already regretting this involuntary nap at the ache in his back. A blanket slips off his shoulders.
A blanket?
Reim pulls it up for closer examination, the rose-coloured fabric soft and pliant in his hands. This is unmistakenly Sharon’s.
Smiling fondly he folds up the item neatly and makes a mental note to return it tomorrow and thank her properly for her thoughtfulness.
