the historian

"Most assassins, like you Desmond, were born into the brotherhood. Not me, though." { ind. shaun hastings blog }

[secretlyguyfawkes]

i have no idea what urged me to sign back on this account.

[secretlyguyfawkes]

stares at the dash

[secretlyguyfawkes]

capturebonded:

secretlyguyfawkes:

I would be concerned. 

Yes but— what. Would. You do. If this body said those things, and did those things.

And as I have stated, I'd be concerned, Honey. 

[secretlyguyfawkes]

capturebonded:

Sigh.

( not even an actual sigh; he draws the word out breathily, curling ever closer as though he could actually draw any comfort from empty gestures given in the absence of anything else. old habits, old habits, too easy to fall back into touching and being touched and pretending he’s speaking to anything that understands him; pretend if he just repeats himself it’ll all get through. )

If this body told you it bled everywhere it could touch hand to palmprint and watched it all dry to rust and dead smells, would you. Be so, so angry. I am asking, for a friend.

I would be concerned. 

[secretlyguyfawkes]

danewhitman:

"Not a who, but a what." Dane grins a bit. "Better coffee, for instance."

"What else do you expect from a British man preparing American coffee?" 

[secretlyguyfawkes]

my playlist on shaun got depressing fast

[secretlyguyfawkes]

danewhitman

"I..." 

He paused for a moment, "Who are you looking for?" 

[secretlyguyfawkes]

there's something incredibly adorable about shaun being anti-government/corporation

[secretlyguyfawkes]

You are being ridiculous.

[secretlyguyfawkes]

rules have been updated

[danascull]

What did you expect, an exploding pen? ✐

[justinripley]

[secretlyguyfawkes]

someone take james d'arcy away from me. 

[secretlyguyfawkes]

digitalfragmentation:

Sure, accuse the guy who no longer has a body of staring.

Good job.

Oh shut up. 

[jeonjungkook]

[secretlyguyfawkes]

capturebonded:

( permission granted, and however unsure of its sincerity he may be, honey won’t ask again. giving away the chance to think twice is how you get things rescinded, he thinks; pulls himself closer with spidery hands, dragging awkward limbs and liquid bone painfully across the carpet until his torso is draped and cradled in shaun’s lap.

now his words muffle themselves in a thigh; lips against the knee, an intimate touch taken presumptuously by a body that doesn’t know quite what to do with the heat it’s soaking in. there’s the knife-edge of a bitter smile. honey sighs. )

Days ago, this body. It thought in its head, what if this home becomes as the Keeper’s. Decided between all of us, it would be redecorated with paper things and I would burn all that belonged to you. There were no consequences for dying on these floors in the lonesome. Nothing at all, boring, boring. Do you get it.

[ Carefully, fingers brush through Honey's hair as he speaks, as if it was supposed to be somewhat comforting. This is how Shaun comforts, by doing things he thinks are acceptable for the situation. Fingers twist strands between them while he listens. ] 

I'm afraid I do not. 

[ He never understands what Honey says. Though he really didn't think anyone can understand. ] 

[secretlyguyfawkes]

capturebonded:

( fingers skitter blind across the carpet, reaching past his head; up and up and up, except he’s laid flat horizontal and so it’s more out and out and out, searching out shaun’s knee sightlessly. fingertips touched loosely to trouser leg, a tiny comfort that does nothing at all for him; he sighs out a whistling whining breath, and turns his face into his arm. )

Make it to me as a deal, kiss this body on the mouth and prove you’ll do it. Make it to me as a deal I will tell you any little thing if you promise promise promise you will clean it fixed forever.

( his words are muffled, quiet to start with and quieter spoken into fabric and flesh. the reaching — grasping? clawing? — hand that stretches toward shaun trembling, just slightly. )

Scared, scared frightened. Bet you are all types of worried out. But the words are a promise made, just. Just. Can I touch you both hands, maybe closer get.

[ Shaun only gestures for Honey to come closer. He allows it. He allows the affection. Only because he wants it and he needs it. Only because he cares and likes him. 

Only because he missed him terribly while he was away. ] 

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