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[empathicstars]

@atethrough

   She needed Mentor. 

   The last time this had happened -- something like this had happened -- she had called Mentor immediately. And he had not answered then, but he had answered, eventually. He had held her. They had melded. 

   ( Maybe that was what she needed, again. To meld again. To stop being nothing again. To not be none any longer. Make it stop, make her real!... ) 

   Even if she were dead, after all, she needed Mentor. 

   And he picked up. He was dead too, it seemed. Dead, but himself. Himself enough to hear what she was saying. To understand the implications of her sin. He spoke, and she could not hear -- but she could feel. She could feel every consonant, every vowel, as it reverberated in her soul. 

   She sat alone in the conference room for what felt like ten years -- was more like ten minutes. When she stood, her knees buckled from beneath her, and she was on the floor. Her face was wet... Was she crying? She could not breathe... Was she sobbing?

[bloodykneestm]

@atethrough / starter call

          rain pours, flows through ditches and down drains, ricochets off a smooth black umbrella as jj wields it over his head, walking the short distance from his car into his house, before he catches a glimpse of a man -- rifling through his trash can.            if the davenports were a family built on empathy and charity, perhaps the sight would pull at his heart strings, but it doesn’t -- not until he lifts his head and he can see how YOUNG he is.          wide, somehow familiar brown eyes meet his and realization rockets into the pit of his stomach. he knows this man. he approaches him and lifts his umbrella high enough to cover them both, accommodating for the other’s height. his name falls from his lips, but it seems to be foreign to the other.          the blonde’s heart pounds, his eyebrows furrow, he swallows. “come on, it’s raining cats and dogs -- come inside with me.” 

[rumdaydreams]

“ So, uh, what do you do ‘round here? ”

@atethrough hit the  ♥

[altarsburning]

@atethrough

kennedy saw him out of the corner of her eye — eddie was flirting with the cashier in the gas station, and she was pretty sure her iced coffee was going to melt by time he got done. she wandered over to the guy in sunglasses, taking a sip of her coffee. ‘ so.. uh.. are you like, a big fan of corey hart? ‘

[skymade]

@atethrough

   She’s laying somewhere, and really, it’s not too important right now where. A field, a house, a something -- all that’s important is that she’s not supposed to be here, and there’s someone staring at her. What do you say when you’re caught where you’re not supposed to be? Willow, apparently, ruffles around in a pocket of a grey coat, produces a long, green. Cylindrical. “Do you know what this is?” As relaxed as if they’d known each other for years. “If it’s food, I’m totally eating it. Unless you want to eat it. We can share! Ooh, ooh, ooh! We can play a game! We can each eat a side! And whoever gets to the other person fastest wins!” 

[starslung]

finn vc: everyone’s got opinions tonight huh

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

@atethrough​

She sees him--hears him, really; she hears something not-quite-really-human around him that sparks her interest. She turns around to really see him, which includes stopping him in his path and peering with intense silence at his face for an uncomfortably long time. 

“You look like you need a nap.” In Spirit speak, that mostly means he looks like she needs him to show up and make his life a little more interesting and a lot more difficult. 

“You should take a break. Sit down. Let’s get lunch.” 

[sadtm]

@atethrough gets drew !!

        brows furrow together, as he glances at the other. “you - you doin’ okay, dude?? when’s the last time y’ got some sleep man??” like he is really the one to lecture about a regular sleep schedule.