#codeminded

[monochromehats-blog]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours

William held Emily in his arms as he tried to rock her tosleep yet again. It was his turn and even though he had an early start he foundhimself not minding as he looked down at his daughter. She was so small…soyoung…so brand new. He would moan and complain in the morning for lack of sleepbut it wasn’t really a problem. He’d do anything to keep her happy and safe. Hepaced around the room, rocking her and humming nursery rhymes for nearly anhour before she finally drifted off. He smiled, glad that this was nowsomething he was meant to do. Comfort his daughter.

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First days of school were always stressful. He couldremember his keenly and there was nothing anyone could offer him to make himrepeat the experience. Emily looked so grown up in her little outfit with herbag but he could tell she wasn’t too happy about this. “Hey Em, When you getback you’ll have to tell me all about it. It’s going to be so much fun!” Hesaid, trying to be reassuring as he crouched down, a hand placed on hershoulder, a gentle smile on his face. He managed to get a smile back and he wasglad, happy to be able to comfort her.

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Having to leave for Westworld for a month was something hehad tried to avoid but business was business and he had convinced himself thatthis trip was necessary. Emily was 14 and while in many ways she was so verygrown up, in others she wasn’t. The nonchalant shrugs and avoidance tacticswere ones he knew all too well and he knew he couldn’t just leave withouttrying to make this seem less like him abandoning her and Juliet. “Hey Em, whenI get back I’ll tell you all about it I promise.” He said, reaching out to holdher shoulder, hoping it would help. She shrugged it off and he nodded, awarethat sometimes the job of comforting his daughter was just something he couldn’t do.

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The funeral was horrendous. The death of his wife was enoughbut the seething rage directed his way from Emily was almost worse. Yes he knewhe had failed them, had spent too much time for himself and not for his family.He couldn’t fathom Juliet choosing to leave Emily but there was no otherrational explanation for what he saw. He wanted to reach out, speak to Emily, tryto explain that he’d step up, be there for her. But she was an adult now, grownup and it was no longer his job to comfort his daughter.

[lookchivalrous-a-blog]

@codeminded. call.

      ‘ you look like you know how to use that thing. not on me, i hope. ’ 

[tartareus]

@codeminded​ \ \  sc 

         she usually PRIDES herself for her calm && stoic posture, a facade she must keep, a mask she is bound to wear whilst here in WESTWORLD ; here in this hellish wonder —– she had no doubts —– if she showed any sign of WEAKNESS, they would come after her like SHARKS after BLOOD, especially FORD. Theresa Cullen had no illusions on this matter ( she wasn’t a girl anymore && even in the past, when she was, she had never been so FOOLISH to believe in anyone’s good INTENTIONS ), the man disliked her as much as she felt WARY of his presence.           the visit comes as a SURPRISE && it is not the way she would start the day, but Theresa has little to no say on the matter. Emily was still the boss’ little girl, no matter how far the two had grown ( or so she heard  ) and denying a meeting for no aparent reason would be just petty, so she lets her in and takes a good look at the younger woman, ANALYZING her before she speaks, professional courtesy in order.

        ‘‘  good morning, Emily. i was informed you requested a meeting with me, is everything alright ?  ’’   the danish woman asks, clearly reffering to the business itself && not to the girl.

[dolcres]

                     ❛ ---- heya ! Okay, stupid question, maybe a little straight forward too, but I’m kinda just walkin’ around campus, finding people who might have any idea where I could find a part time job around ? ❜   Deep breath taken, the blonde allowed cheeks to fluster a darling shade of pink, already holding a few pamphlets in her hands she had picked up earlier.   ❛ Think it’s safe to say it might be a bit urgent, so everythin’s welcome, really. You wouldn’t happen to know anythin’ ? ❜

➳      @codeminded  /   small modern sc

[etchedinfire-archive]

        “ You seem to have much on your mind. ”  There’s some uncertainty in her tone, and some underlying suspicion as well. Armistice trusts Hector more than anyone else on this earth, but she’s a bit more hesitant when it comes to the rest of his men. As a rule, criminals are often more concerned with their own well-being than anyone else’s, and she’s not naive enough to believe that any of them would lay down their lives for her. Still, it doesn’t hurt to at least try to keep things civil. “ You’re not having second thoughts, I hope. ”

@codeminded   /   call.

[blackxhat-archived]

📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

He’s got a pair of ratty old pj pants he’s had since college that he refuses to get rid of.  They’re more or less considered shared property between him and Lasair at this point and things have gotten intense when they fight over who’s turn it is to wear them because they’re comfy as hell.  If you don’t think he’s worn them under his slacks to work just so she can’t steal them you are 100% wrong.

[polyphoniie-a]

{ @codeminded | Cont’d }

         elizabeth laughed, swatting away another of her mother’s attempt to fix her hair. “mom, it looks fine!” she protested, though in truth she didn’t mind the fussing. “it’s not like we’re going to the met gala, no one’s going to kick me out because of a few fly aways.”

“You’ve got a--!” 

Juliet sighed, feigning annoyance as her hand dropped back to her side. “No, the Met Gala’s not for another couple months,” she laughed, trying once more to move one of her daughter’s curls that was just out of place, then leaning in to press a quick kiss to her temple. “You look beautiful, darling.”