#dcvoidofcolor

[korezni-a]

🌫          (      plotted starter      /      @dcvoidofcolor‘s  steve .   )

how to run away and never be found    :    turn your back on everything you once knew     ,     take a good plane    ,    find yourself in the company of an unpredictable risk taker    ,    find a home with him    ,    and don’t look back .  it has been only all too easy    ,    to move away from his tiny country that only ever spat on him and broken him and let his good friends take care of it better than he ever could anyway    ,     and carve a niche out for himself somewhere else .   a place where he could find himself new    ,   where there is still sea-salt in the air to match the one in his veins    ,    but no darkness pooling in forests and bricks .   instead    ,    only the rough-spun air of a bustling city    ,    of a harbor close by that promised fortune as much as it promised trouble   ,   and somehow in the middle of it all    :    finding that highest floor in an apartment complex and finding out what it means to be not alone    ,     to have a space where he is cherished for who he is .   fox could not be happier     ,    could not remember a warmth that is not associated with the man who rented said apartment .   (   and he’d never turn back   ,   no matter what everybody else says or demands .  )

the dog lies across his lap happily and content   ,   one of the shipwright’s naked hands scratching the soft fur as they both wait for owner   /    partner to return   .   sunlight is already starting to filter in through the windows    ,    both up for a good hour now   ,   and only the noise of a key being turned demands attention away from watching it rise over the city .  it takes only second for the animal to shoot upwards and scramble away from the monarch   ,   but he follows with an easy smile out of the living room and into the hallway   ,   greeting the other with :  “you are back in one piece. i am relieved .”  and hands dropping from the lingering tiredness   ,    instead now breaching some of the distance and wedging himself between dog and owner to brush a kiss on the other’s cheek    ,    smile still in tact despite the early hour as he moves away again .

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   --  DON’T  make me wait, cowboy.   ❜       //       @dcvoidofcolor (solo).  suggestive sc.

[korezni-a]

@dcvoidofcolor asked   :    'stay for me.’    /  soft angst starters    -     partly accepting!

the house is bustling     ,      filled to the brim with people he only knows half of fairly well and has not officially been introduced to the other half     ,     all red-haired and fiery and running up and down floor boards and staircases and hallways .   it is homey    ,     it is comfortable    ,    most of all it is welcoming    ;   more than the place he grew up in has ever been .  the few times he has been here before have instilled comfortable recognition in his bones when he steps over the tresh-hold despite not being entirely familiar with the interior yet   (   he knows it will come sooner than later   )   and there is no need or fear for performing in these halls    ,    bill’s family nothing but soothing authenticity even in their brightest and most energetic moments    -     something the ex-privateer relates to more than his own relative’s abstract personas .  the love around here is concrete    ,     though    ,     he can feel it everywhere    ,    and maybe it is that what always brings him back despite the travel being so out of his way    ,    despite bill not even being here sometimes when fox comes by    ,     despite him having no reason to    ,     really    ,    to impose himself into somebody else’s home like that   .    so bluntly .   but the house and its regular and semi-regular occupants hold in between them the image of a home the king always wished for and wanted    ,    the one he has always planned to give to somebody else    ,    and it tugs him forward by the heartstrings and into the depths of well-aged wood and a clutter of people .   like a sincere hug .  a welcome retreat from the rest of his life .

 he feels safe here    ,     a clear indicator by how little of a mask he wears around the people    ,    and it is mostly because he sees the weasley’s home as an extension of his boyfriend’s persona    -    if a man could literally live in walls    ,    could have sprung from them    ,    this might be proof .    it is why he looks upwards with a charming but gentle smile on his face    ,     entirely meant for bill    ,    and answer comes as smooth as honey dipped in hot water    ,    flowers blooming in spring     ,     voice so tender it might have been strung up on a spring breeze .   “ of course .  always .”  leaning against bill    ,    fox’s back against his lover’s shoulder and completely at ease like this    ,     he watches the rest of bill’s family exist around them    ,    always on the move .   but golden bird likes to keep his wings tucked in for a moment here    ,    to borrow himself into the quiet embrace of the moment   -   physically and metaphorically .   at this point     ,     he would not want to be anywhere else .    “i’ve got nowhere else to be  ,  honey .  although i did save us seats at the dinner table already   ,   since i am not merely  ‘ bill’s friend ’ anymore .  thought that widened my say when it came to such decisions around here .”

[milletant-a]

Kenji: *mentally* Wait, is he into me? Quick, make a bad joke and see if he laughs.

Kenji: Did you hear the one about the skeleton who couldn't go to the party? He had no-body to go with.

Nazeera: *laughs* That's really funny!

Kenji: *mentally* Well, that's not a fair test. That joke's hilarious!

[buhkybrns]

@dcvoidofcolor asked : ⤿ 'i know what's real. ( from steve ) '

                                                   you can barely see him in the dim cast of the evening. it gets dark early these days , and you’ve got dark curtains besides , but the shape of him is always familiar , the curl of him in silhouette. you push your fingers against the tender thin skin behind his ear , drag your thumb against the shell.  “ i know , ”  it’s soft , like he is soft , now , overripe and bruised. night has long since lost it’s solace for old soldiers , and you have both fallen out of the habit of being able to sleep through anything.  “ doesn’t mean the other shit can’t hurt anyway. ”  it’s promised mostly to his skin , and you don’t know if he can make out the shape of your mouth at all , the whole of you a line against him , hip to hip and your ankle pushed between his.

[hiddensteel]

@dcvoidofcolor  said             myrcella sends sansa a necklace with sansa's name on it with a card that says, happy birthday. M.           IT’S SANSA’S BIRTHDAY !   |  accepting !

          a gift from any lannister was the last thing sansa ever expected. she’d successfully kept them all out of her life ever since she returned, but now she held a small box and a card SIGNED by a familiar hand. if there was a lannister sansa could never bring herself to hate it was myrcella, though after everything that had happened between their two families she wasn’t sure if that feeling was m u t u a l. perhaps this was a sign that her assumption was incorrect. the necklace was lovely and the card, while simple, said enough to give sansa a little hope. she’d send a thank you note IMMEDIATELY.

[hiddensteel]

@dcvoidofcolor  said           owen, of course, wakes her up at midnight to wish her a happy birthday and he brings her a cupcake with one candle in it for her to blow and for them to share because while she will have her party later on, it's the first birthday he's officially her dad for and he wants to do something sweet and special.          IT’S SANSA’S BIRTHDAY !   |  accepting !

        she’d still been awake when he’d entered her room. the book in her hand was quickly set to the side as was the flashlight she’d been using to read. an old habit she’d had ever since she was a child and couldn’t fall asleep before she knew that all her beloved characters were safe and sound. there was something glowing in his hand. it’s only when the light flickers on that she sees that it is a CUPCAKE. lips form an ‘o’ before curving upwards. she hadn’t even realized that the clock at struck midnight and she certainly hadn’t been expecting anything like this. but clearly owen had other plans. it reminded her of her childhood; birthdays had always been SPECIAL in the stark household. perhaps her birthday could become special again now that she was here.

          she leaned against him when sat down next to her, feeling completely safe. once the candle was blown out, they split the cupcake, and sansa was certain it was the BEST tasting cupcake she’d ever had but perhaps that had more to do with the fact that she felt so elated that owen would do this for her. no other adult except her parents had concerned themselves with her happiness. with icing still on her upper lip, sansa smiled at her adoptive father.          ❝  thank you for making this day so special already. ❞

[hiddensteel]

@dcvoidofcolor  said             megan, as the proud aunt she is, shows up as surprise for sansa's birthday with that dress owen once told her sansa really wanted but he couldn't buy because he's the awkward dad that never knows what to buy or in which size.           IT’S SANSA’S BIRTHDAY !   |  accepting !

        ❝  aunt megan !! ❞        there was no hiding her DELIGHT when she saw the older woman standing in the doorway. owen had mentioned that there was surprise planned, but he’d remained frustratingly v a g u e about what, or rather who, it was. now that megan was here it all made sense. normally she only talked to her adoptive father’s sister over the phone or video calls so in person visits were always something sansa looked forward to. the fact that she’d made sure to be here for her birthday made it all the more special. it made her feel even more like a REAL member of the family; a concept she still found herself struggling with sometimes.

          the moment she pulled the dress out of the box she recognized it. she’d been not so subtly fawning over it from the moment she saw it in the magazine a few weeks ago. holding it up, sansa gave a little twirl.          ❝  oh !! i love it! thank you so much! ❞