Exhausted Smoker

[smoked-grey]

bloodwhispered​:

  “Come out with me tonight.” Rafael responded, so softly that it was barely louder than the rush of the traffic through the city. “After everyone else is done tonight. We should have a moment alone to- to think.”

It was tempting to lean over and catch the smoke that poured from Simon’s mouth and breath it in and let it simmer and crackle in his lungs. To feel something again. To feel something he could understand and control.

He paused for a moment, eyes obscured by the dark of the night, “I’ll need help on a quick patrol. I know a place after where we can just talk… If you’re not bad with heights.”

That wasn’t what he was expecting. He was expecting Rafael to need more time. He wouldn’t have been surprised, or really upset, if he’d been pushed away here and now. It was a difficult time for everyone involved.

“I’ve never had issues with heights.” He said, leaning up against the railing of the porch and breathing out a big lungful of air. It felt like letting go a bit more. Breathing was a little bit easier.

“I’ll always help, if you need me. And I’m sorry I wasn’t able to before, the past couple of years.”

[starryiis]

smoked-grey‌:

“I hope I wake him up, it’s past noon, both of you should be awake.” Simon shuffled in, jerking his head up a bit in an effort to stop his glasses from sliding down his nose.

“Here take this.” He shoved the drink holder of coffee cups into her hands and ambled into the kitchen. He slid the grocery bags onto the island and finally was able to push his glasses up where they belonged.

Daphne just shrugged. She didn’t have the energy to fight. She didn’t have the energy to do anything. And she figured Daddy had even less energy than her. It was best not to bother him, just let him grieve.

She took the coffee and followed him up the stairs into the kitchen. Quietly, silently. Like a ghost she haunted her own house. She set the coffee on the kitchen counter and just watched Simon push his glasses up. She sat up on the counter and watched him with dull eyes. 

“Thanks for getting groceries, Simon.” Finally she says with a soft voice more out of a feeling of obligation.

[smoked-grey]

Simon looked up as he pulled a couple of things from a bag. “It’s the least I can do, patatina.” He said, just as quietly. He started putting away the groceries and sighed.

“When Annie first disappeared, when I was in the hospital....Your parents visited me when they could. It wasn’t often, and you were usually in class or off with friends, I think. But they did their best...” He closed the fridge and turned, fixing her with a look.

“Now I’m going to return that favor as much as I can. I cut them out once before in grief. And I won’t do that again and won’t let your dad do that. You both need time, but I can help out while you’re taking that time.”

[smoked-grey]

bloodwhispered​:

        It was hard to think of this as anything other than- well, rebounding. Did Simon have a clear interest in him from the start or was this the advent of Annie’s death? It felt bitter in Rafael’s mouth but he still smiled with warm eyes and perfectly white teeth. He would have to tell Simon eventually.

“You shouldn’t worry.” He said after a beat, gaining the courage to extend his hand for a whisper of a second- a twinge, his vision altered, the world bubbling and becoming close yet far away and his hand was a massive claw of twisting tendrils and it was spreading and spreading-!

He blinked, staring at his own, very human hand. He pressed his fingers into his palm and realized he had been staring down at an unchanged appendage this entire time. Oh. A hallucination.

“Ah- how about we schedule that date then.” Rafael slid back into the conversation with ease, playing off his moment of pause as a mere splinter in his palm. What was happening to him? “What’s you calendar looking like?”

Simon cast a worried look at Rafael when he spaced for a moment. That was odd. What was he seeing that Simon wasn’t? He opened his mouth to ask but let Rafael’s question take precedence.

“My calender’s basically free for now. I’ll probably mostly be hanging out here, helping Daphne and Markos out....” He’d had his grieving period over Annie 3 years ago when she originally disappeared. He’d come to terms with it. The Torres’s needed him more than he needed to let depression swallow him whole again.

“I imagine you’re busier than I am. I can make time. We don’t even really have to schedule right now, if you want to wait. I’m not in a rush...”

[gelecegebak-deactivated20210302]

           ‘’Bu hayatın içinde bana önce ellerin sunuldu sonra hasretin.’’

[luvbey]

“you look tired” ok maybe i’m just ugly. ever thought about that???? hmmmmm?????

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[destroymylife]

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My p&p characters! From left to right are Dell Seeger (villain,) Ezekiel Graves (hero,) Miranda Collins (villain,) and Simon Santoro (hero.) please full view it because I worked real hard on these kids

[smoked-grey]

starryiis‌:

It was probably well past noon and she hadn’t gotten out of bed. Honestly she should have gotten out of bed but it was just too hard.  The would seemed less vibrant, less bright than it ever had. She had failed Mami already and lost her light. 

There’s a loud bang downstairs, and the muffled voice of Simon. Oh he’s back. He could just come on in, he had a key. Wait wasn’t he there this morning? When did he leave where did he go? There was another yell and Daphne groaned. 

She slowly ambled out of her bed and trudged downstairs. She opens the door with a groan, “Stop yelling you’re loud and you’re gonna wake Daddy- Oh you have groceries.”

“I hope I wake him up, it’s past noon, both of you should be awake.” Simon shuffled in, jerking his head up a bit in an effort to stop his glasses from sliding down his nose.

“Here take this.” He shoved the drink holder of coffee cups into her hands and ambled into the kitchen. He slid the grocery bags onto the island and finally was able to push his glasses up where they belonged.

[destroymylife]

have a nice day :)

[destroymylife]

have a nice day :)

[understands]