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[my-small-space-in-the-void]

my lovely partner: the other day the image came to me of my headache being a little man in my brain with a pickaxe trying to get out

me: like a backwards lobotomy!

them: you are on tumblr too much

[tovaicas]

it’s inchresting how aymeric’s status as a bastard child affects him far less than it does haurchefant or say, hilda, where it hangs over their lives like a shadow and restricts the amount of respect they get for just. existing.

[shoutpoles]

*oh, oops. You wiggle yourself back in, almost running. Little hands grip at blankets s you haul yourself up, looking around for phone. You grab it with your hands for a moment before sticking it in your mouth and biting down, already on your way again. 

[shoutpoles]

> You raise your little tail some and off you go! You land on the floor with a soft thud and shake yourself off, waddling away into another room. Maybe you’d find Lee-- or nose around for Ky’s room. Your nose was far better than it ever was before. 

[shoutpoles]

> You grab him, and with no Lee i sight, leave a small note behind. Your hand is tight around his, and you assure him that you’re there, even if he can’t quite understand you. 

> You return to your hive, and you sit him down on the couch, covering him with a few small blankets before pawing off into your kitchen, reaching into cabinet and setting tea aside for you both. Water is boiled in microwave, and once finished, you add generous amounts to sugar to both of the mugs, and join him on sofa. You take one of his hands, place tea in it, and rest one of your own hands on his leg as you lean against him.

>You knew what this was like. And often times, there weren’t a lot of ways to draw the consciousness back in. You remind him that he’s real, that he’s physical and there, and let him know that you’re there for him to talk things through with. 

[shoutpoles]

> You give a small stretch and snuggle up into their bed, taking a few extra blankets with you. You arrange everything carefully and slip into cozy little nest, content and happy with your bedfellows for the evening.

[shoutpoles]

> Oh, no. There your hands go again, doing the little nervous thing it likes to do. Where your fingers tangle together and you bend them just so. You were terribly excited, but very tired, too. You just couldn’t wait for him to come back!