#adanimi

[leagueraised]

the library is one of the few places in the palace where damian is able to find some semblance of peace and quiet . the halls are grand and wide , but filled with staff and family who all stare and whisper about the bastard son of the king and the princes of an enemy kingdom . and so the library has become one of damian's safe havens a place he where he can hide away from the gossip and judging looks of the palace .

and so he relishes in the silence of the library , and how he can let his guard down , even if just for a moment . while he has already read many of the books in his father's library , he takes solace in them and the escape they provide him .

" i didn't expect the world's most feared assassin to like books . "

green eyes look up from the page to see @adanimi standing near the entrance to the library , and on instinct , damian's body tenses . they have yet to fully come to terms with one another , and the boy fears that said assassin is all the man sees when he looks at him . damian has been taught to observe others and read them , but his father is like a book that is not only shut , but shut tightly and chained closed .

" i find them far more enjoyable than being a spectacle out there , " he says , his voice almost cold and uninterested as he drops his gaze back to the book in his hands . " besides , my mother had me reading literature from a very young age . "

[cur4tor]

ALEJANDRO DE LOS REYES: TELL ME YOUR STORY - I WANT TO KNOW EVERY PART OF YOU.

forty something years of history, and alejandro wanted to hear all of it? kit found that hard to believe. there were more significant parts than others, and some darker parts, too, which made kit a bit reluctant to summarize such a long life of inconsistencies. the other man was gazing at him with those dark and expressive eyes, piercing right through him, as if he could already see the information etched into his bones. if it was anyone else asking, kit would try to shy away from the conversation, asking about the other person, instead. with alejandro, it was easier to understand that, since the other man cared about him, he cared to know about the rest of him, too. ‘ay, mi vida . . .’ he couldn’t stop himself as he chuckled, sliding a nervous hand through dark curls, one falling back to its place on his forehead. ‘you say that as if it would be easy. my story isn’t a constantly pleasant one - it’s filled with neglect, loss, and some things i can say that would make a good man - perhaps a man i care deeply about - look at me differently,’ sheepishly, kit brought his eyes up to meet alejandro’s, searching for comfort there, even still. ‘i’ll tell you everything,’ almost everything. ‘but you are welcome to stop me at any time,' @adanimi.

[pittvet]

JOHN SENT: one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

there’s a moment, considered and dismissed in the space of a single breath, where jack thinks he may be overreacting to the melancholy that seems to cling to the other man. that he has overstepped once again — let’s not forget the personally delivered letters of the past, jack — by inviting himself into @adanimi's place, walking in behind the younger doctor before the door could swing shut in his face. in dropping his go bag onto the couch as if it belongs there, as if he has every right to mentally claim the spot as his bed, on the way to john’s kitchen. 

he’s going to hate this, jack. going to hate you for deciding unilaterally that he shouldn’t be trusted to stay alone this morning. but what does that matter? john can hate him for it. as long as he wants. so long as he can hate jack for it. 

“you hungry?” his hand closes around the fridge handle, pulling it open without waiting for a response. helps himself to the milk first, setting it on john’s counter as he tracks down some mugs for the coffee he intends to brew. “i’m still a breakfast guy after a shift.” 

john knows that already. they’ve stopped at that 24/7 diner enough times with parker after shifts for him to know that jack only ever ordered from the breakfast menu. same combination of eggs, toast, hashbrowns with hot sauce, and bacon almost every single time. stack of pancakes on the really bad nights. “where do you keep your frying pans? thinking pancakes would be good.”

[pittvet]

@adanimi (robby) said: it was shit before , but at least i had you .

“you still have me.” the response is immediate, all but trampling on the tail end of michael’s words. hazel eyes dart towards the tent flap where the muffled sound of boots and irritated chatter remains present, and jack takes a steadying breath. forces himself to continue in a quieter voice, to smooth out the raw edge of panic worry that rears its head each and every time he chooses to call michael. ten minutes if they’re lucky. that’s all jack can spare. he hates that is all he can spare. suck it up, jack. you’re the one that chose to do this. you’ll make it up to michael when you ship back home in eight weeks.  

“you still have me. i’ll be back home soon, okay?” he’s not supposed to say that. tempting fate and all. but this is worth it. if he can reassure michael, it’s worth it. 

“what’s going on, man? you’ve gotta talk fast, we’ve just got…” he glances at the time, hoping against hope that it has dragged for once, and releases a frustrated huff, “seven minutes, but tell me what’s going on. what's so shit about things now? did something happen?” 

[cur4tor]

❤ ssssssssso,

ships? spare ships??

alejandro, come gets your man!! he needs help ( and to learn how to be loved properly ).

[alldimension]

delloso de la rue: nothing else is quite the same as how i feel when i'm at your side.

how lucky a beast such as him had to be in order to end up with someone like delloso de la rue. how rare a love that had found them ; and love, indeed, for every time knickolas found himself in their presence, he felt as if his heart would leap right out of his chest. love, itself, was new to the goblin, something unobtainable to large quantities throughout his long life. the goblin court had kept him strong and stern, more useful than admired, and there were many moments of misunderstanding when rue might have started to show interest. now, he need not worry about intentions, because he knew theirs were true, and his own could not be truer. 'i couldn't have said it better myself, my dear rue,' as proud as the bugbear had been in the past, he still appeared sheepish when he admitted his feelings. he hoped, as he took rue's hand to kiss their feathers, that that, too, would fade in time. 'in fact, i've never felt so much like myself as i do when i'm with you. i'd like to - to thank you for that, but i have an inkling you wouldn't want to . . . take credit,' hob grinned in their direction, softer than ever before. 'so instead, i will simply say i feel the same,' @adanimi.

[pittvet]

John ( @adanimi ),

I’m not blowing smoke up your — let me not finish that phrase. I hope you understand that I am not saying this just to boost your spirits. I don’t believe in empty praise, so I mean this with complete sincerity.

You were an all-star in that emergency department tonight, and I am so proud of you for sticking through that shift. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d ducked out when the offer was given. And if you need some days off, I’ll cover it, no questions asked. Just… everything that’s going on right now… it’s not normal, not by any standard. I know you know that, but it feels worth repeating. This shit is not how it’s always going to be. You’ll get through it. And everything else will be a walk in the park by comparison after it’s over. 

Let me know what kind of meals you like or would like to try, and I’ll cook something for you. I’ve gotten really good at it these days. You’d be doing me a favor honestly. Especially if you called after and gave me a review. Can’t improve without feedback, you know. 

Keep up the good work, Jack Abbot.

P.S. Don’t report me to the postal service for delivering this directly to your mailbox. I didn’t have any stamps left in my bag. 

[pittvet]

📱john shen please and thank u and i love u :D

[ DELETED: J. SHEN ] You might be flying solo for tonight's shift. [ DELETED: J. SHEN ] I'm sorry about earlier. [ DELETED: J. SHEN ] Can't sleep. Got any fun facts? [ DELETED: J. SHEN ] [image] [ J. SHEN ] You should come over for dinner. And maybe stay for breakfast?