#(^:

[ssunspoiled]

A crowd is such a thing to manage

[strnza]

in  reality,  it  looks  like  everyone  has  crash-landed  onto  different  surfaces  in  the  bellucci  family  living  home  -  ben  and  eliza  are  shoulder  to  shoulder  on  the  couch  adjacent  to  where  danny  is  face-first  in  a  worn-in  reclining,  leather  chair  -  carlo  and  val  are  in  the  kitchen  on  the  phone  with  luca,  and  adelina  is  smoking  a  cigarette  outside  the  open  front  door.  (there’s  a  certain  comfort  to  the  nicotine  scent  wafting  back  into  the  home.)  the  buzz  of  some  dime-a-dozen  reality  show  hums  from  the  living  room  television  set,  a  welcome  soundtrack  to  the  post-dinner  digestion  of  a  meal  large  enough  to  feed  an  army.  this  is  bliss  as  much  as  it  is  blessed  normalcy.

eliza  lazily  reaches  for  ben’s  hand,  squeezing  it  and  whispering,    “i  think  danny’s  dead.”    the  suspicion  is  confirmed  with  a  groan  and  grunt  from  a  half-conscious  danny  -  eliza  chuckles  softly  as  she  moves  to  rest  her  head  on  ben’s  shoulder,  eyes  only  partially  focused  on  the  glowing  television  ahead  of  them.    “you  doin’  okay,  baby?”

STARTER    CALL,    still    accepting    /    @bnjmin    🤍

[likejeepers]

hiiii. i have some free time later so like this for some inbox memes (^:

[mozki]

shoutout to the kind strangers cheering me on catchin my bus tonight its nice to be applauded for extremely ordinary achievements

[fiddlefawn]

today I got to be the person in the office who relocated the spider in our break room <3

[nectarinebat]

[incomprehensiblebi]

[intristitia]

@familyname:

          — Hold me for a while, will you?

      The question catches him off-guard. Had Lucius been looking in his direction, the likelihood of him making eye contact in an attempt to hold his gaze would have certainly been high. Fortunately for him, it would seem as though the moment he had managed to glance over, Lucius had long since adverted his gaze. Wise, he thinks; to guard one’s feelings in times of great sorrow. Though he’s sure the man’s forlorn exterior and downcast gaze weren’t exactly a calculated decision.

     But how to respond — he doesn’t know. He can’t recall a time in his life where someone sought him out for comfort. Consoling someone for any number of reasons — …. He’s not exactly sure how. Granted, Lucius has made the answer quite obvious by making such a straightforward request — he can't help but feel tested to an extent.

As if there's always some sort of ulterior motive, his own experience with loss is perhaps the only thing that allows him to think otherwise. Guilt and regret — anguish and heartache. Those are feelings he knows all too well. Allowing his fingers to unlace and his hands to drop to his sides — his expression is unreadable as he finally responds.

' Is that... what you need? ' There's no mockery in his tone of voice; his query is void of its usual sarcasm. The question is posed simply, his voice quiet, soft.