#astrasylverton

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It was 1:00 in the morning and Dmitry had been tossing and turning all night trying to go to sleep. Eventually, though, he realized it was an impossible feat and he gave up on trying. By then he’d figured no one else in the house would be awake, so he went down to the living room to watch tv. He must have accidentally left it on a little too loud, though, because his quiet was disturbed by approaching footsteps. Oops. 

[derangedlittledolls]

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Donny had been in that bed for what felt likes year now, and Kveta had been there the whole through all of it thus far. The nurses told him she slept by his bed when he wasn't conscious, and that she only strayed when she had too. Donovan always appreciated her loyalty, the depth of her care for him.

But he insisted she return home. He needed her to go give food and water to his marvelously tiny Peanut, the poor dog must have had no idea why he was alone for nearly a day and a half. Kveta needed to shower and get clean clothes, she needed to bring some things for herself (and to bring Peanut, too!). He assured he was alright, he was going to sleep, and at some point call his mama. C'mon honey, you know i'll be fine. do those things for me, please? i need you to. i cant take care of you or peanut so you have to do what i'm asking, and do it for me.

The call to his mama came twenty minutes past noon and wasn't as well worded — "Mama?" His strained voice broke, cracked into tears as soon as the word was out of his mouth. He couldn't even explain what had happened, just where he was, and that he needed her to come to him, and that Alek should come if he was home.

And now he was waiting, alone in a hospital room half asleep staring at the ceiling. He couldn't shake the exhaustion from his bones, and his shoulder hurt, head hurt terribly (the concrete had gashed his right temple when he fell, they said), but at the same time, he was so tired it almost wasn't terrible. He was worried about Kve taking care of him alone like this, when he couldn't take care of her. but Mama Astra could ease the burden on them both, she was always the kind of mother that healed all wounds — He remembered learning that the day she brought him from the street into her home.

The nurses were aware that when a woman (and possibly a young man) showed up looking for Donny, they were to be sent to the intensive private care area, and to tell them what had happened. Donny didn't want to tell her himself.

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He was oddly serious for a six-year-old; sitting quietly at a picnic table as other children laughed and shouted, ran around him and put the playground equipment to good use. Dyson’s attention was focused on a toy: a metal piece just large enough for his young fists to grasp, with another piece of metal fitted through it. There was some trick he needed to figure out, some specific method to separate the two shapes from each other– and he was determined to solve it.

When the woman sat down across the table from him, he set the puzzle toy down, sat up straighter, and brushed some dirt off the front of his shirt. “Hi,” he said politely, giving her a smile.

[derangedlittledolls]

Home

Donovan hadn’t been back here since the day of Jeremiah’s funeral. He loved his adoptive family, but finding his birth brother one day, to be given so much wealth the next, and to see him die the third, had been traumatic, and when Jewel got ahold of consciousness, he did not let it go. He ran away. Jewel, though, was acquainted with Astra and Alex, and so he wrote to them - and signed his respective name. He was not so unkink as to impersonate Donovan, not to his mama and his brother. Today though, Donny and Remi had Jewel under control, and Donovan had come home. He stood excitedly on the doorstep, having gotten in touch to let her know he would be home. His hangs flexed around the strap of his messenger bag, and he hesitated only briefly before knocking excitedly on her door, “Mom? I’m home! It’s Donny!”

[sociopathichero]

The weatherman had promised some drizzle during the day, and the clouds indeed looked like they could start coughing up rain any minute. Danila had been running errands and hoped to be finished before it would start to pour.

The rain finally started when he exited the last place on his list, which this time happened to be a pharmacy. But it wasn’t a drizzle on any level of the word. The raindrops were big ones – the kind of drops that would drench everything on their way in minutes. Soon the scent of wet asphalt filled the air. Danila quickened his steps, convinced that he could make it home without an umbrella. However, it didn’t take long before his hair was sticking to his forehead in thick chunks, dripping water that somehow managed to find its way to his eyes.

Nature had won.

He could see a small shop at the corner of the street and ran the last ten meters to it. A bell jingled above the door when he entered without reading the text that probably stated the name of the shop.

It soon became clear that he had stumbled to a bookshop. Even though a cozy sense of security surrounded him, the endless rows of books intimated him. Reading had never caught his interest, even less so in English. He couldn’t see anybody else in the shop apart from a woman standing behind the register. She looked almost otherworldly with her long, white and gray hair and delicate features. She had to be around the same age as his mother, that he knew, but her face said sixty and twenty at the same time.

“Hi,” he said, feeling stupid that he wasn’t there to buy anything.

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@astrasylverton || taylor & astra

Taylor had left the park early after a group of teens had arrived and took over nearly everything. Natural instinct to show him how nice it wasn’t to be a bully, too tired to bother, the little witch grabbed her backpack and left instead.

She had gone to work with her mother that day to help her, but after Ms. Sage had come in, her mother allowed her to have some time to herself. Knowing she wanted her to take it, Taylor didn’t protest and left out the shop to get some air.

Having no idea what she was going to do next, the young girl nearly wandered the town square before stopping at a place all too familiar. The book shop. Turning the knob on the door the child stepped inside and looked around. Approaching the counter she greeted the woman,

” Hi nanna.”

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Metanoia

He rang her doorbell, looking in total panic. He knew her parents were never home either way. “Astra.. damn open up.” He breathed in deeply, the crisp air of the winter, not wearing anything but his pyjamas. As she finally opened up he let out a deep sigh, curling his arms around her. “I’m.. the house..” He stuttered as he pointed in a way. “Fire…” Yet forming sentences was something he wasn’t capable of at the moment. Instead he gasped for air, the smell of fire lingering on him. “I don’t know, I couldn’t safe them. I’m so stupid.” Evan gasped, shaking his head whilst tears streamed down his face.

“What can I do? What should I do?” He groaned whilst pulling his hair desperately. His eyes showing nothing but panic. “Holy shit. I just ran away. I stupidly ran away. I got to go back! Astra..” For a moment he calmed down, sinking to the ground. “Please tell me it’s not true.”

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"Bran," Rikki breathed, kissing along the side of his neck. Her hands slid up his torso, nails dragging ever so gently across his chest. By the time she kissed up to his lips, she nipped the bottom one playfully. "How was your day, hunny?"

Bran had been working from home that day, seeing as he didn’t have any clients he could go on sketching without an interruption. When Rikki came up to him from behind and he started to feel the kisses on his skin, he smiled slowly and looked up so she could nip at his bottom lip. “Good… productive.” He smiled in response. “Got a lot of sketches done… how late is it?”

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