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‘ i didn’t mean to wake you. ’ as nól is perched on the end of his bed like a little sleep demon gargoyle <3

sleep-tousled curls bounce as mark sits up, a hand pressing against one of his eyes as he attempts to wake up. the digital clock is blurry, red numbers a blob but he doesn't really care about the actual time. he's more curious about nól ... doing whatever she's doing at this current moment. if his brain were more awake, he'd be stricken by how much she looks like the nightmare. if he remembers later, he'll tell her. right now, he's squinting at nól like he's trying to remember how her limbs work.

" jesus. looks like 'm not getting any more sleep. " mark sits up, his back against the headboard. the sheets curl around his torso, hands pressing against the mattress. " can you ... can you get down from there? i know you're a ... fucked up little thing, but i don't wanna think you're gonna kill me while you're perched like that. " his head tilts to the side. " please. 'm not gonna beg, nól. " @barrowbound

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 📐 honestly without hair nól is probably 4'10" or less

the absolute joyful scream i let out ... i'm love it @barrowbound

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[in the pond/creek, looking for tadpoles, but like, in a sexy way] are you gonna join me or not? - from nól

" absolutely not. "

there are no ifs. there are no ands. there are no buts. the vision of nól in the creek is striking, almost as if she's some sort of ondine sent to torture him (you know, instead of ... well, he assumes homunculus). it's a much nicer idea than the alternative (

especially not to mention that he could imagine nól pulling him under the water with some sadistic curiosity, her eyes staring down as he thrashes, stops, last few gasps popping to the surface. she can come back from this. he can't. mark doesn't want to think about why he's imagining that so vividly

).

the look on his face is unamused. god, he can almost feel the muck soak into his shoes and he's not even in the damn pond. he doesn't understand why nól is trying to get him to do this. it's certainly not his thing. then again, if it wasn't his thing, why is he even here in the first place? " 'm only here to make sure you're alright. doesn't mean 'm gonna get in there. my days of being in the dirt are over. " @barrowbound

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don't worry about the ones nól hasn't ticked. those will surely never become problematic or dangerous for anyone!

honesty not being ticked ... it's not ideal but jesus. he can work with it (i think???) @barrowbound

[thrownsoul]

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she's crying over a dead deer, its head arched back, legs tangled, when nól finds her. though alice doesn't know her name yet, nor can even really tell what she is through the tears and the wash of grief, or shame, or whatever it is.

alice has always gone to be alone when she cries. she curls in on herself, being witnessed—arms around her knees. head down, wiping her eyes on her forearm. when she lifts her face again, it's no clearer, but she's obviously trying to pull herself together.

"i, um—shit." hard sniff. she wipes her nose. "i sure hope this wasn't your deer."

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[TXT] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one? - from nól!

[ sms: @barrowbound ] christ, no.

[ sms: nól ] it's past two and if i have any coffee later than that, i can't sleep at night. i appreciate the offer though.

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@barrowbound asked: ❛ can you spot any constellations? ❜

cyn tilts her head skyward, lips pursing as she scans around for the ones she knows. "mm..." head tilts as her eyes scan across the dark expanse above them. "don't think so." it'd probably be a good skill to have, given their importance, but so much of what life demands of her is tied to the earth. it almost seems a shame to learn too much about the stars when she's found such safety in their mystery. "i can only really pick out, like... i think three?" head swings back to nól. "the kiddie ones– orion, the dippers... i think i might have known cassiopeia at one point. not sure anymore."

[bottomshelfheroes]

🧊 or 🪡 from nól @ barrowbound, to michael or lizzie ??

LEFT A MESSAGE

"-Be honest, does it look bad?"

Nothing just a little fall at the boardwalk on her skates; least, she had some hope maybe it wasn't that noticeable - both the fall, and the growing knot at her forehead from where she made contact with the wood.

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