#basically an update

[circuitry-and-chaos]

Ghostspire stretches like a lazy cat in Springers lap, purring softly and happily. Probably should eat something but far to content to move. Happy nuzzling into him and simply claiming the others lap as his.

Waterlily ended up setting herself up in some corner, telling stories about the Pits and whatever else people asked. Having the time of her life in this slow morning.

Scorch is... somehow passed out in the rafters, snoring away.

No one is sure how or when she got there.

[starsbythepocketfulll]

You spent your morning being questioned by a doctor and a needle’s pinprick dots your arm like the single star you can see through the light pollution.  You try to remember that they are only trying to help you, but you lost your balance when asked to walk across the room with one foot in front of the other, a mock sobriety test somehow meant to determine your neurons’ health.  The ounces of blood the phlebotomist collected created a permanent pout.  “Why do you look like that,” asked your boyfriend, who so lovingly accompanied you, taking time away from work.  You thumbed through a card catalog list of reasons why, but none of them were manageably articulable.  

When you came home you did the dishes and tried twice to make more pasta dough, mixed together cheeses and made nine heart-shaped raviolis.  For reasons unknown, whether it be solitude or that it was three o’clock instead of eight, kneading the dough was easier today.  On a floured cookie sheet, the raviolis are cooling in the fridge, waiting for you to plunge them into a boiling saucepan.  You are confident that these nine ravioli children will be a successful gastronomic endeavor.  For all your frustrations, you are, admittedly, a patient person.  At least, you are a patient, tender cook.  Taking pride in your nine ravioli, pasta gleams as the tipping point in renewing your faith in yourself.

[taleilpadre-archive]

I woke up to my best friend's fiance calling me because he was at the hospital after a car accident, and he had no idea what really happened to him.

Of course I rushed to the hospital where I had to wait three whole hours because I wasn't allowed to visit him "because I wasn't family." Even his fiance wasn't allowed in, even though Vincent's (my best friend) grandmother is too weak to move from the retirement home and both of his parents denied him.

I was so scared something horrible had happened to him but a nurse came to Cédric (the fiance) and I to tell us he only had bruises and a broken rib.

What a fucking lucky loser, I'm so glad he's okay. Today was a nervewrecker so I'm sorry if I snap or seem distant, I just need to fully realise what could have happened to my best friend.

Thanks for reading.