#cute-n-capable

[skulltramarine]

{ this idea wouldn't leave my mind so i have to get it Out }

[strikingskeletonsiege]

IDK ABOUT Y'ALL BUT I WOULD TRUST MIST WITH A GUN BIGGER THAN HE IS

I WOULD

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{under a cut bc this is long af...feat. my boy mist over at @cute-n-capable}

*[The pattering of rain through the open window soothes the ache, he thinks as he lies there on the couch. Lights off, lit only by the bits of moonlight that can make it past storm clouds and the occasional bolt of lightning; the stars are hiding, tonight, and so is he. The air that rushes in through the screen is cool and fresh, heavy as it lingers in the living room and against his bones. A sigh, neither here nor there as it heaves-- a physical sensation similar to relief, unburdened by any sort of emotion. Just for the feel of it. There's vacancy here, and Exhaust is filling it. No more, and no less. Legs dangling over the arm of the sofa, one arm resting limp against the floor and the other thrown over his eyes...all that he is, for that brief instance, are these senses. The scent, the darkness, and the sound of downpour.]

*[The sound of a weak knock, disrupting it all. He doesn't startle, and is slow to react at all. A body-wide stretch, stirring as a cat does from slumber, the lofty skeleton first shifts so that he is sitting properly on the cushions. Elbows rested over his knees, shoulders low and back hunched as he squints through the shadows to peer at the door. There are few people he can think of who would regularly visit at this hour, though it could be a new face-- whoever it is, they knock a second time. More firmly, likely unsure if he was home or awake.]

* " -- i'm comin', i'm comin'. "

*[Raising his voice to break through the hush of the weather, but it's a little scratchy; he can't remember if he's spoken a single word, today. Not even to himself, as he tends to when the empty becomes unbearable. Standing, wavering a little and groaning with the sore disuse of his legs, he shuffles to the door and swings it open in one smooth motion.]

" ...you seem tired. i am sorry to have woken you, mweh heh... "

*[All of the drowsy and sluggishness leaves Exhaust, at the sight of just who has come calling. Stood there at a mere five feet tall, soaking wet and even shivering in spite of his eerily calm greeting; Mist looks like a dog toy that's been left out in the elements, and has only now been rediscovered. Water drips from the side of his face, sliding over his skull as he locks eyes with Exhaust. He doesn't smile, and if this were somebody else, they might find it jarring to see that face without an ever permanent grin.]

*[But this isn't somebody else. This is Exhaust-- that's why he's here, and not somewhere else in the pouring rain at 2 in the morning. Immediately stepping aside to let the shorter skeleton in, worry tugging at usual blank expression, Exhaust is immediately turning to head farther in and find his guest a towel.]

* " ...i dunno why ya didn’t just come in. i've told ya thousands of times that i don't mind it, idiot. "

*[The words do come out a little harsh, but also not without a glimmer of fondness. From further down within the abode, Exhaust's voice still manages to carry as he's digging through the bathroom closet.]

* " i wasn't asleep, though. just chillin'. "

*[Returning with a plush towel in hand, a light blue color with yellow rubber ducks on it; he recalls Mist saying he was fond of this one. Handing it to the fellow swap, through not before removing the other's dampened gloves sternly, he notes the lack of any real response. Mist looks up at him with those starry blue eyes, hears him no doubt, but it's as if he speaks to the face of a statue.]

* " -- here. before ya go gettin' sick on me, like last time. "

*[A twitch, then, at the corners of the little Sans' mouth. Progress, and it even earns him a huffed laugh.]

" ... you say that as if i intended to get sick, or enjoyed any part of it. "

*[Grinning now, like a little shit, Exhaust is gesturing him towards the couch. He doesn’t care if it gets wet, really. It'll dry, right? While he isn't feeling his greatest either, it comes as instinct to pick fun at and with Mist. It's something he knows will get through. As they both come to rest beside one another, more silence bounces between the walls. Exhaust stays quiet in the fashion that one does, when they're waiting for something patiently. And as Mist sits there, hands in his lap and towel flung over his shoulders carelessly, the expression he wears tells of the many thoughts that are tormenting his mind.]

" it was...just too quiet, you see?? and i worked for so long today, it feels as if i may fall apart at the joints. but still, i could not sleep...is that not strange?? "

*[A side glance, as Exhaust takes a moment to think carefully of his response. Cautious not to stare for too long, knowing how hard it is for Mist to talk about this. Or anything this serious, for that matter.]

* " ...you were hearin' it again, weren't ya? "

*[Mist tenses in place, pupils narrowing and 1/4th smile straining. Hands ball into fists in his lap, quivering faintly. He doesn't answer, but it's answer enough.]

* " -- he's not there, ya know. he's not floatin' around or some shit, watchin' ya and judgin' ya. "

* " ...he's not stuck on the other side of some invisible wall, tryin' to reach ya. he's gone, mist. ya don't need to keep punishin' yourself like this. "

*[To a stranger, it might be too blunt even with the empathy in the tone. To somebody weaker, it might be a blow to the gut. But Mist takes a deep breath, shuddering...and his smile grows, fractionally. Sorrowful but there, as tears well in his sockets and he pulls his limbs closer to his SOUL. How something can hurt in a good way escapes him, but leave it to Exhaust to know just the words to bring him that feeling time and time again. Had he wanted to be babied, or coddled, he'd have gone elsewhere.]

*[This is the truth that he needed to be reminded of.]

" yes-- yes, you are right. if there is a heaven to speak of, perhaps he is there...but he is not here, lingering among us and clinging bitterly to my shoulders. "

*[Scrubbing at those tears with his balled fists, a soft and vulnerable laughter spills from Mist even as he sobs gently. He hardly feels it when Exhaust scoots closer, and places a hand of carefully measured weight on his shoulder. Thumb brushes over the fabric there, soothing him as he bares his soul to the darkness around them.]

*[They stay this way for an unclear amount of time, minutes blurred together. Slowly but surely, those sobs die to the tiniest hiccups, and then merely to occasionally hitched breath. All at once, Mist is lying down on his side and placing his head in the cradle of Exhaust's lap; as easy as that, the hand on his shoulder shifts to rest atop his skull. Lulling him to sleep, bit by bit. But even as sleep calls to him, the smaller finds need to continue talking. Tone mumbled, unlike his usual clear and concise tendencies as he trails off.]

" ...do you ever hear him, exhaust? when the world gets quiet, and the birds stop singing for you...?? "

*[A pause, lengthy and even treacherous, before Exhaust's voice fills the air in a near-whisper.]

* " ...all the time. "

*[They fall asleep like this soon after, taking comfort in the closeness. Nothing else needs to be said to be understood, after all.]

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@cute-n-capable replied to your post “ASK GAME ASSIGN ME A FURSONA”:

sure!! okay!! hyena!!

​INTERACTION BAIT SUCCESSFUL

[strikingskeletonsiege]

IT'S THE CHAOS MARSHMALLOW! WHAT UP

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@cute-n-capable hey there, how's it goin?

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@cute-n-capable replied to your post “WELL THAT SURE THE FUCK DIDN'T GO AS...”:

umm!! good luck...!!

​THANKS LITTLE BUDDY I'M GONNA NEED SOME!

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@cute-n-capable: #ohhhhhh!!!!#this is such an outfit!! on such a skeleton!!!!#you absolutely ate it!!!!#💘!

FUCK YEAH ANGIE PICKED OUT A GREAT ONE!! REALLY GIVES ME THE AIR OF SOMEONE WITH A BOD THAT COULD LAUNCH A THOUSAND SHIPS NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!