#ask; character

[normallyxstranger1]

@pantslessoptimism sent: "Write me a starter where..." Anne questions why soph is *still* ‘under the weather.’ mwhahahah

      “Girl, you threw up again?” Though Anne posed it as a question, there was no guessing it; she’d heard every heave from the next room. Sophie seemed to have had this stomach bug on and off for a week, going on two. Either she was sick with something more serious—or it was something else. If she was a betting woman, she would’ve put money down on something else. 

     But she decided to give Sophie the benefit of a doubt. 

     She passed her sick friend a damp washcloth, her eyebrows bunched together with thought and concern. “I’m gonna say something—and don’t be getting pissed at me because of it—but you’ve been sick too long for comfort. It’s time to head to the doc office. C’mon. Get up and put your pants on.”

[normallyxstrange]

@mcsaiccfmuses​ sent: ❛ I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now. ❜ (Gendry to CJ)

verse; untitled | title; coffee over compliments (CJ & Gendry)

     “Yeah, you might hold off on that thought once you actually taste that coffee.” She gave a nod toward the coffee-maker that sat on the battered table in the break room. “That coffee’s burnt. It tastes like... lighter fluid. Not that I’ve ever tasted that, but I have a nose, working tastebuds, and an imagination.” 

     CJ sank down into an adjacent seat. “So unless one of us wants to make a fresh pot or go out for some, you’ll have to take compliments and like it.” A smile worked its way across her face as she stared across at him. “Your shirt looks exceptionally clean today. It’s a nice change.”

[normallyxstranger1]

@draggeddowntothedark sent: ❛ these pumpkins may be tiny, but they give so much serotonin. ❜ Em to Mimic. They are definitely holding so many tiny pumpkins.

     She had never seen such tiny pumpkins before! 

     Well, maybe that was not true. She’d seen them in pictures and in decorations and movies, but never in person. Delight filled her wide eyes. Carefully, slowly, she reached out as if to take one of them, but stopped short. Uncertainty flickered across her face, gaze searching theirs, hoping for permission without having to ask.

     And what was serotonin? She’d heard the word before but really didn’t know what it meant. Was it a good thing? A bad thing? Mimic didn’t care. She just wanted to hold one of those little pumpkins!

[normallyxstranger1]

@draggeddowntothedark sent: ‘  give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous. i would appreciate that.  ’ Ick to Dylan

     “I’ll try,” he said, not bothering to look up while he used the tip of the blade to clean beneath his fingernails. Meticulous work, that. Dried blood caked there. “I was murderous earlier. Might not feel it for a while.”

     Then Dylan lifted his head, brown eyes darker than usual, as he regarded Ick with faint amusement. “But, ya know, that could change. And m’not much for warnin’.” He gestured with the knife, pointing the blade at the human. “But I kinda like you, so I’ll try.”

[normallyxstranger1]

@lovesfirstblood sent: secrets are like zombies, they never truly die. (Ree)

     For a moment, Ree was speechless. She’d never considered that secrets were like zombies, but it made a certain amount of sense. Secrets never did die. And some would simply fester and rot—also much like a zombie. That was a visual she’d rather not think of, so she swiftly shook her head clear and managed a faint smile.

Guy made a really good point. 

    “You know… I never thought of it like that before, but yeah. Though I’ve heard you can kill a zombie with a headshot. The same doesn’t apply to secrets though, I suspect.” A pause. “What are you on about secrets anyway? You looking to share a few?”

[normallyxstranger1]

@draggeddowntothedark sent: ❛  i’m gonna kiss it all better.  ❜ - Em to Mim (FLUFF GODS DEMAND FLUFF)

    It wasn’t a bad injury, truly, only a small burn on her thumb... but it hurt. The tears in her eyes glistened but didn’t fall, stilled by Em’s words. The tiniest hint of a smile pulled at her lips. A kiss would make it all better.

[normallyxstranger1]

@pantslessoptimism sent: ❝ I need to just sleep for like 17 years. ❞ for glen!

     Seventeen years? Oh, that sounded wonderful. Glen was almost sure he could do just that, too, given how tired he was.

     He stretched his arms above his head before he let them fall naturally, one draping across his eyes to block out the rest of the meager light. “Me too. I could hibernate.”

     He turned his head toward Sophie, lifting his arm to peek across the bed at her. “How about seventeen hours? To start?”