#convo.tbt

[drnotsus]

OPEN STARTER for ANYONE who maybe came into MED. 

The faint murmur of rock & roll by eden played from Don’s headphones as he pulled them from his ears. His eyes lifting to lock on the other and a weak smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Funny catching you here, you feeling alright?” A brow quirked as he sat beside the med scan and hit the enter key on his keyboard to turn on his computer. “I don’t have you scheduled for anything today...” He mumbled. 

[brokenbirb-blog]

slaps @soldiersilas with a starter ( finally )

Lips pursed to one side as Wesley made is way through the house. Honestly, after watching those tapes with Theo, Wes couldn’t help but feel a little off in the house. He had went hunting for the various spots he saw each incident happen, referencing the tapes so often he could basically quote them verbatim. He almost found himself going crazy over these tapes, so focused on them as he’d chain smoke joint after joint. He hadn’t even realized the sun had set as he paced the pool, eyes scanning the pavement like a mad man, until of course, he hears the sound of the slider door opening.

Lifting his eyes and pulling his hood away from his face he could see Silas come out of the house, this was about to be weird. Wes couldn’t remember the last time he even saw Silas, it was long before his grandfather passed, before his brother ran away, hell,maybe even before he met Alexa. Either way, it was an old and almost unfamiliar face that Wesley locked eyes on, and it seemed to tug a bit on his heartstrings, a faint reminder of what he once was.

“Oh, Silas, I didn’t even know you were here.” Wes began, before taking a few steps toward the porch, “you look... Uh, older.”