#coristories

[applesdrowneda]

@coristories asked : i'll carry you to bed if i have to 🍏 ── lack of sleep starters ! 🍏 ── accepting !

🍏 ── lips pursed into thin line , chad thumbs through the folder of his first client tomorrow. clad in sweat pants & a lose fitting t-shirt , as a matter of fact it was michaels , the thirty year old has taken residence up residence on his boyfriends couch. well , technically it was their couch , michael just paid for it. but actually , it might be chad's couch , he did chose it after all.

one leg tucked in , the other rests normally on the floor , head bounces slightly to the beat of the music in his ears. chad had opted for headphones to drown out the tiredness , he wasn't getting sleep tonight. he doesn't hear the pitter patter of michael's footsteps , nor see him , until eyes flitter upwards giving chad a fright.

he panics , leaning backwards into the couch. chad takes off his headphones & glares at his boyfriend ,  ❝ fucking hell michael.  ❞ still glowering as he picks up the scattered documents. an agitated sigh slips his lips as chad sits back up right , intending to go back to his reading. there is a pause.

not making eye contact , chad grabs his pen to scribble down some notes on the page , eyes glittering , lips twisted in a smirk. michael was so cute sometimes. a mischievous giggle slips his lips ,  ❝ you're not the boss of me.  ❞ he says placing the pen down , grabbing his headphones again.  ❝ and i would like to see you try.  ❞ eyes make contact , the challenge in them quite clear.

[mythictold]

@coristories

she should regret what she's done - should being the operative word. and yet helen cannot. after everything she's given to the sanctuary network, the abnormals within it, she'd long since decided to do something a bit selfish. it seemed only right, since she got her own second chance with 113 years of covertly building another network right under the nose of the government and other entities who would see her and her work destroyed. she hasn't exactly let spill this secret project project of hers, not beyond the ones who need to know - specifically henry, will, and to some extent nikola due to the nature of it all.

"you're still meant to be resting, darling." helen says gently without looking up from her microscope, brow furrowed neatly. she writes down another formula on the open notebook at her side before she does look up, and a smile comes unbidden to her lips. ashley looks just as she remembers, and helen thinks she'll never be tired of the sight of her own daughter - alive. selfish or not, she knows she's made the right choice. she moves around the lab desk to her bedside, where she's all but mandated ashley's rest. the transition could only be done with some difficulties, and she's still ensuring ashley is alright and in her right state of mind. "but since i know it's probably a lost cause, i do have something for you to try. i've modified nikola's medication and i think it'll do well for you as well. help keep the urges at bay."

[handicappedbuenchico]

don't call me that! ( carrie )

"Call you what? What did I say?" Carlos jumped at Carrie snapping at him mid-sentence, staring at her with widened eyes. "Whatever I said, I didn't mean to offend you!"

[handicappedbuenchico]

we all go a little mad sometimes. ( carrie )

"I suppose that's true...depending on one's definition of going mad, anyways. Is this your way of telling me that you've got something driving you crazy, Carrie? What's going on in Carrieville?"

[mctives]

@coristories “looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.” (tatum)

Stu had sat by her side for weeks while she was unconscious. Even with his own wounds, he'd insisted. They let him because they felt bad for him.

Because they didn't know why he really wanted to stay close to her.

She was the one who might put it together. She was good at things like that, and he was the one who'd sent her to the garage. If there hadn't been other clues before that, he might be fine, but he'd known it was only a matter of time. She was too smart for him; always had been.

"What are you talking about, Tatum?" he whispered in a hushed tone. You're, uh, you're confused. I wasn't the one who attacked you. It was Billy. He tried to kill me too." He pulled his shirt away to show the bandage on his chest.

[mctives]

@coristories🧣 My muse adjusts your muse's scarf ( tatum )

Stu sits mostly still while Tatum is making him look presentable, looking up at her as she does. Sure, maybe he's hooked a finger into her belt loop to keep her close and keeps shifting his weight in the chair, but it's keeping still for him.

"Are you sure this isn't gonna make me look, uhhh. Y'know." He scrunches his nose. He immediately wants to tug on the scarf she just rearranged, but he stops himself. "

[atrickrtreat]

@clownslaeyr wanted aleksei for sienna

"You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, leaning against the brick of the building. He'd been hunting but he was willing to put that on pause for a moment. "What's got you on edge?"

[auragifted]

@coristories ASKED : ❝ these scissors are duller than my future. ❞ ( millie )

if she keeps thinking like that she will never amount to anything ! they like millie though in the ways that she is. the girl has spirit , she has fire , coming out of the jaws of tragedy only a little bit insane. there is more of a heart in her than warren has. after all , he took great delight in watching his twin brother go insane , murdering their biological father & ending his own life in the same twisted game. no one crossed warren jole powers & got away with it. family ties were so tricky , so messy , warren shames himself often how he let himself care about the poor fisherman his incubator & sperm doner sold him too. he died , & once again the traumatized , unwanted child was alone. ❝ well well , if you keep talking like that sugar. premature failures never looked cute on anyone. ❞ lips twist into a grin.

knife is spun around casually in hand , a trait the pair shared. both pretty handy with a simple blade. unfortunately weakness was a terrible feet , one of which warren could smell coming off the younger in waves. daddy dear left some scars there didn’t he ? a laugh almost escapes him , pondering where his life almost went if he became so absorbed in softness & loss. loss shaped him , loss made him. nothing was going to take that away. boot perched up on the edge of the rooftop wall , a cigarette poised in the other hand , ❝ you wanna make daddy proud don’t you ? ❞