It hadn’t been easy, but Michael was trying his best every other day. He didn’t know if it was because of actual progress he’d made mentally, finally deciding to at least try and give himself the life that he deserved, or whether it was the mood stabilisers they were trialing him on, but Michael knew he wasn’t a bad person. Had he made some questionable choices? Fuck, yeah, he had. There was no argument to that in the slightest. Choices that resulted in him needing his families help in all aspects. Financially, legally, physically. There wasn’t a day where he wasn’t reminded of that, and how lucky he was that they were able to help him out of a bind. He knew he needed to do better, that he did deserve better. He was a loyal friend, a helping hand, a keen listener to those who needed it. Michael had lost sight of that, ever since he’d gone to work and helped himself to the liquor, getting himself fired in the process. Was it because he worked so often, that it felt like a second home? Because he saw others having fun, so he wanted to join in? That was a working progress, but it was in progress. He’d been unable to fight the temptation of walking around without aid nearby, it had become a reassuring presence more than a necessity now. Even still, he just turned around the corner when he saw his eldest sister standing idly by his room, likely to have just discovered he wasn’t within it. “Look — no hands! Huh?” Michael cheered, raising both palms out at shoulder height as he made the last foots back to Olivia, successfully managing to walk a whole loop around the ward without assistance. “Piece of cake.” He was trying his best. Trying to give his family the reassurance that he was still him; still that dorky, laid back guy who was freakishly taller than both of his sisters, that they knew him to be. Not the shell of a man that he had become. In his efforts of trying to lighten the environment, Mikey misstepped and grabbed hold of Liv’s shoulders to stabilise himself. “I’m good.” His smile wavered, but was still there nonetheless as he pulled her in for a proper greeting. His voice softened, but it held a warmth that only siblings would recognise. “Hey, Liv.”
Ever since Mikey's accident, JD had been by the hospital as much as he could. He felt horrible about the whole situation; from not seeing his friend's problem, to not being able to stop him from riding his bike after drinking. So he made a promise to himself that he'd help Mikey in any and all ways in his recovery. And to be there for him as best as he could. Popping his head in the doorway of his friend's room, JD gave him a smile. "Good morning sunshine," he said before entering as the sun was shining through the window and it was still early in the day.
Name | Nickname | Age: Chandler Rawlins | Chan the Man, Dr. Raw | 35
Birthday | Astrology: December 3, 1985 | Sagittarius
Pronouns | Sexual identity: He/him | Heterosexual
Birthplace | Raised: Los Angeles, CA | Baltimore, MD
Residence: Deanwood
Occupation: Artist, Art Professor
Faceclaim: Ben Barnes
TRIGGER WARNINGS: car accident tw, death tw, disability tw, drugs tw, alcohol tw, DUI tw, trauma tw, child endangerment tw
TIMELINE:
1985- Chandler Walt Rawlins is born in Los Angeles, California to Kathy and Kevin Rawlins. He is their only child
2000- Chandler’s father dies in a car accident. His mother is permanently disabled from the accident. She and Chandler move to her hometown of Baltimore, Maryland to be close to family.
2002- Chandler begins selling his artwork and is featured in small, local galleries in Baltimore.
2004- Chandler graduates from high school
2008- Chandler graduates with a Bachelors in Fine Art from Brown University in Providence, RI.
2010- Chandler graduates with a Masters in Fine Art from Boston University in Massachusetts before being accepted into a PhD program at Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris. He moved to France in the fall. His work is quite popular and sells well there.
2012- Chandler graduates with a doctoral degree in Fine Arts but chooses not to stay abroad. He misses his family, so he moved back home to the states.
2014- Through a mutual friend, Chandler meets Elodie’s mother. She becomes his muse for a time, but their relationship isn’t stable.
2015- Elodie is born. Shortly after, Chandler and Elodie’s mother break up. Before Elodie’s first birthday her mom is arrested and Chandler assumes primary custody. Chandler buys a house in Deanwood for himself and Elodie.
2016- Chandler meets Carolina Weiss at one of his exhibits. They go on a few dates. The timing is bad for them. Carly is only visiting town and Chandler isn’t able to commit to her wilder lifestyle. They break up. He is still inspired by their brief connection and incorporates her into several pieces of his work.
2020- Chandler has a piece hung in the National Gallery of Art in D.C. His daughter begins Kindergarten.
2021- While teaching at Georgetown, Chandler realized his ex-fling and former muse, Carly, is in his class. At the end of the spring semester he asks her on a date.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Rawlins only had one child. A son they named Chandler Walt. Walt after the infamous Walt Disney, for whose company his father worked. Chandler’s dad was an animator, and the beginning inspiration for the young Rawlins boy’s artistic passion. Even before he could write his own name he was painting. Colors on canvas without rhyme or reason that just felt right. His father tried to push him into animation too, but Chandler didn’t want to make art for anyone but himself. Quickly his aspirations blossomed far beyond the achievements of his father, and his wide blue eyes drew wonder from the likes of Picasso, Kandinsky, Dalí, and Duchamp. For the first time in his life he thought he’d found himself, only to lose his dad. Mr. Rawlins didn’t understand Chandler’s work. It was very avant-garde, and quite often pushed the boundaries of what was appropriate or made people comfortable. You’ll never sell a single piece, his old man had said, and I’m okay with that Chandler retorted back.
In the summer before his first year of high school, on a family road trip to the Redwood’s of California, Chandler and his parents were in a car accident. His father died on impact, and his mother was permanently disabled by the accident. Chandler’s father’s passing away was a difficult loss for the teenager. There were many unresolved feelings towards his father, both as a boy and as an artist. All his grief came out in his art that would, later, go on to be the first piece of work Chandler ever sold. Shortly after the accident and his father’s passing, his mother moved them back to her hometown of Baltimore Maryland to be close to her side of the family. It was the first time in his life he’d ever experience some semblance of siblings in his cousins. They made life in a new place fun, and a brooding, loss stricken boy a little less so.
For college Chandler majored in Fine Arts at Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island. It was like a dream. All day, every day, engrossed in his work. Studying the creations of great artists, past and present, while honing his own craft. His work continued to remain unique, although not unsellable like his father had forecast. Chandler sold a lot of his work. After obtaining his masters in Fine Arts from Boston University, he used the funds to move to Paris and begin a research program at Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts. For as hard as he worked he had way more fun. Both in art and in love. His life a revolving door of woman who continually inspired his work. Until they didn’t anymore. His mother would be disappointed to see her well raised son a womanizer, but she was many thousands of miles away, and he was a slave to his art. Which demanded a muse.
However much like a home away from home Paris felt, Chandler missed his family. His mother was getting older. Many of his cousins had begun to start their own families. He wanted to be there to see it, so after obtaining his PhD he accepted a teaching position at Georgetown in Washington D.C. as an associate professor in their fine arts department. The university provided him funds and a space to continue his work. During a model call for the university he met the first American woman to really inspire his work. A spitfire named Brooklyn whose chaos was a crippling kind of addiction. She brought out the worst in Chandler, yet the best in his work. Their nights together were a blur of drugs, alcohol, and sex. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but them when Brook ended up pregnant. A baby changed everything for Chandler. He immediately straightened up and did his best to keep the mother of his child on the same path.
Although, his best would not be good enough. A month after their baby’s birth, a daughter named Elodie, Brooklyn was off the wagon again. Her reckless behavior coupled with a newborn and work was exhausting, but Chandler never gave up on her. Not until she was arrested. It was the worst night of his life. Brook had their daughter for the night while Chandler attended a campus event, but she drank too much and chose to drive. The pair crashed into a utility pole. When he heard the news he was instantly taken back to his own car accident, and what it had cost him. Immediately, he cut all ties with Brook and sought full custody of their daughter. The courts granted it to him. With Elodie’s mother in rehab there wasn’t much of a fight, and even after she got out. She at least knew Chandler was what was best for their daughter. He bought a house for himself and Elodie in Deanwood. A modest home in a neighborhood full of other families. It’d been a long time since he’d lived in suburbia, but he found a way to acclimate. For her, for his daughter, for Elodie.
Life as a single father and full time professor didn’t allow Chandler the opportunity to date. Not that he really wanted to, anyway. His ex left the worst kind of taste in his mouth. So, despite all of his mother’s many attempts to set him up, Chandler stayed single. Until he met a woman, Carolina Weiss, at one of his art galleries. He should’ve known better the moment he saw her, the moment his brain started turning over portrait after portrait of her, but something in Chandler couldn’t control it. The way a new muse took hold of him was powerful, and he pursued her for weeks. They were all passion and paint. In their short time together, Chandler churned out an entire collection, but she was wild and free. Not at all like the chaos Brook brought into his life, but something entirely different. Something more potent and addicting, and Chandler got scared. The relationship ended and Carly left the city, but he still thought of her often.
In the fall of 2020, Chandler’s daughter began kindergarten. They hadn’t heard from Brooklynn in several years. With the help of his mother and immediate family the absence was well filled, and they considered themselves happy. It didn’t even occur to Chandler how lonely he was until he saw her again. The woman from the gallery, Carolina Weiss, now a student in one of his Spring classes. It complicated things immensely, but it felt like kismet. After all the time that had passed. He wasn’t afraid anymore and bided the semester before asking Carly on a date. Just being around her has reinvigorated his muse, and Chandler is back to popping out paintings left and right. He can’t get enough of her, but she’s also not the only woman in his life that requires his attention.
( VANESSA MORGAN + CISFEMALE ) — Have you seen KIT WASHINGTON ? This TWENTY-THREE year old is a RADIO DJ who resides in THE BRONX. SHE has been living in NYC for SEVENTEEN YEARS, and is known to be BUBBLY and GENTLE, but can also be FLACKY and RECKLESS, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with PLUSHY TOYS and OLD RECORDS — ( MILLIE, 26, SHE/HER/HERS, RAPE, INCEST, SELF HARM , BODY SHAMING, CENTRAL )
ooc message: Hello there! I’m Millie, this is my first character here and I really hope you all would care to get to know her. A little bit about myself? I’m a 26, I’m a film student part time, and I have a cat who loves to drive me nuts and cuddle. I love getting to know people I write with so if you ever just want to pop a message to me and say hello PLEASE DO! (Now onto the good stuff!)
G E N E R A L
Full Name: Kit Rowan Washington
Age: Twenty-Three
Gender: Cisfemale
Sexuality: Bisexual and Polyamorous
Favorite Color: Rose gold
Favorite Food: Peach Rings
Occupation: Radio DJ
Location: Bronx
B I O G R A P H Y
Kit was born in Cleveland Ohio. Her parents were great parents, her mom was a school teacher and her father was a well known Radio DJ with a popular talk show.
When Kit was six years old her father was offered a job to work at a station in New York City. So they packed up and moved all their things to the city that never sleeps! It was certainly an adjustment, but Kit had always been an adaptable girl, and sure enough she made things work here too.
During spring break every year the family would drive back to Cleveland to visit with Kit’s mother’s family. When Kit was fourteen years old, on one of these visits, Kit and her mother were run off the road by a drunk driver. Kit’s mother passed away later at the hospital, and Kit had sustained injuries as well.
Losing her mom this was was very hard on Kit. She tried to remind herself that knowing her mom, she would have wanted Kit to keep going, and live her life to the fullest, but it is hard to always remind yourself of this when you lose a parent so suddenly.
Kit’s father took things even worse. He fell into a deep depression. To say he had lost his way was an understatement. He started drinking, missing work, and all and all not being there for his daughter.
Kit doesn’t like to discuss this period of her life, especially when it comes to her father, he was grieving, and she is thankful he had so many people who loved and supported them. His boss of several years checked him into rehab and moved Kit in with his family while her father was seeking treatment.
He even started showing her the ropes, and promised that when she was in High School she could intern at the station. Which sure enough she ended up doing.
Her father got clean, and along with DJ decided to open up a community center for artist. They host open mics and offer studio space as well. It became her fathers passion project and Kit couldn’t be more proud.
In her own life Kit is very independent, sometimes to the point of coming across as reclusive. She never really dated people until she was in her 20s and even now she doesn’t seek out attachments. She has goals she wants to achieve and doesn’t want commitments or needy propositions tying her down. If someone doesn’t accept that she tends to lose interest.
For now she is living her life, in her studio apartment, spending a few nights a week hosting a light night show and also saving up to maybe go back to school someday.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Kit is bubbly and charismatic. She loves people and getting to know people. She is a good and loyal friend to those who want to be her friend. She can be a bit of a flirt at times but can also read a room. She never wants to make people uncomfortable. She is a warm person, even though in her romantic life she can keep people at arms length. Patience is required with her, and is also appreciated.
W A N T E D - C O N N E C T I O N S
Platonic Friendship: GIVE ME ALL OF THEM! WE LOVE THESE
FWB: Why not it’s fun, however I like to make sure the characters have chemistry first. Generally I like to start with generic interactions and see how things progress from there.
Mentor: Someone to guide and teach Kit.
Frienemy: Perhaps they were friends and are now not but this sort of connection I always find to be very fun.
30 y/o male, motorcycle accident. BAC 0.14. Suspected OUI; police notified. Lateral Compression Pelvic Fracture (LC2) revealed in scans.
Patient has undergone surgery to reinforce fractures. In-patient care advised for up to 12 weeks.
COURT SENTENCE.
RE: HARTMAN, MICHAEL D.
As per the courts conclusion, you have been found GUILTY of operating a motor vehicle under the influence and are to serve time accounting for this in the form of COMMUNITY SERVICE alongside a $400 FINE for the criminal acts offended. You are hereby ordered to undergo COMPULSORY PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT and REHABILITATION alongside your COMMUNITY SERVICE as opposed to jail time, as agreed upon by both parties.
Immediate suspension of license.
$400 fine — PAID.
120 hours compulsory community service to be completed (once medically approved).
Compulsory psychological assessment and rehabilitation.
Other notes:
Impoundment of vehicle not necessary; written off after incident.
Relationship with family (close? estranged?): It's a weird mix like she’s close to the two siblings closest in age to her and then sees the oldest two more like parents. She adores her father and is desperate for her It’s complex and layered. She deeply respects her father, even though he was often absent due to his military career, is cautiously optimistic about her mother's recent attempts to reconnect, despite the emotional distance caused by her mother's past depression and while she is closest to her younger sibling and kind of close to the middle sibling, her bonds with the two oldest siblings are strained
Pets: None
PHYSICAL:
Height: 5′ 9″ (175 cm)
Build: Slim, Toned, Graceful, Model-like
Species: Valley Elf
Distinguishing Facial Features: Has high cheekbones, full lips and a well-defined jawline.
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Usual Hair Style: Loose, wavy layers that fall naturally at shoulder length, often tucked behind her ears or pulled back in a messy half-up, half-down style. She might braid it or twist it into a simple low bun
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): A warm and rich complexion that gives her a natural glow
Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): A little bit of Social Anxiety
What do they consider their best feature?: Her eyes; very large, expressive, and full of warmth
Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: The worst injury Liriel experienced was a fractured collarbone from a car accident during one of her wild nights out. She was driving home late after drinking and lost control, crashing into a guardrail. She didn’t report the accident but the physical pain, along with the guilt and shame, left a lasting impact on her. She does not drink and drive anymore
APPEARANCE:
Favorite outfit: A flowy, knee-length dress in a soft pastel color, paired with a leather jacket and ankle boots
Glasses? Contacts?: Contacts
Personal Hygiene: Clean, fresh, well-groomed, subtly fragrant
Tattoos? Piercings?: A small, delicate tattoo on her ankle that reads “Wilde Dinge sind nicht dazu bestimmt, besessen zu werden.” which is "Wild things are not meant to be owned" in German and multiple ear piercings, consisting of small hoops or studs
What does their voice sound like?: Her voice is soft and melodic, with a slight huskiness when she’s tired or emotional. She speaks with a gentle cadence, often calming those around her, but can be firm and assertive when necessary
Accent?: Fairly neutral overall with a hint of an international or cosmopolitan flavor due to her moving around a lot
Unique mannerisms/physical habits: She fidgets with her jewelry, especially when she’s nervous. She also has a habit of brushing her hair behind her ears repeatedly, even when it’s already out of her face. When thinking deeply, she might absentmindedly tap her fingers on surfaces or lightly bite her lower lip
Left handed or right?: Right
Do they work out/exercise?: Yes but not in conventional ways; more like hiking, yoga and swimming
BELIEFS & INTELLECT:
Known Languages: English, German, Italian, (Learning Spanish)
Zodiac: Libra
Gifts/talents: A natural gift for languages, A talented healer both emotionally and psychically, A hidden talent for watercolor painting
Religious stance: Follows a nature-based spirituality; believes in the interconnectedness of all life and finds peace in natural settings
Political stance: Progressive
Pet peeves: Arrogance, Loud Chewing, People who are unnecessarily rude or dismissive, She also gets annoyed when others invade her personal space without permission
Optimist or pessimist: Somewhere in between with a leaning towards optimism
Extrovert or introvert: Extrovert
INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:
Relationship status: Single
Sexual orientation: Pansexual, Demiromantic
Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: She values kindness, patience, and emotional intelligence in a partner. She’s drawn to those who are understanding, supportive, and can handle her wild, unpredictable side without judgment. A sense of humor and a love for adventure is also important to her
Ever been in love?: No
What’s their love language?: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation
Most important person in their life?: Her family despite the complexity of their relationships
VOCATION:
Level of education: Bachelor of Science in Nursing
Profession: Pediatric Nurse
Past occupations: She worked as a bartender briefly during college
Passions: Dancing, not formally, just as a means to let loose and express herself; Advocating for those who can’t, particularly children
Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves
SECRETS:
Phobias: Has a fear of abandonment, Being left alone
Life goals: Finding a true sense of belonging and peace within herself, Deepening her relationships with her family, One day opening her own pediatric clinic focused on holistic healing
Greatest fears: Losing control of her life, leading to a downward spiral that she can’t recover from; Disappointing her loved ones, especially her parents, despite their complicated relationship
Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Liriel’s most embarrassing moment was during nursing school when she accidentally fell asleep in the middle of a class after a particularly wild night out. She was so mortified when the instructor had to wake her up in front of everyone that she avoided that class for a week
Something they’ve never told anyone: She’s never told anyone that she sometimes dreams about disappearing completely—starting over somewhere new where no one knows her. These thoughts scare her, as they seem to come from a deeper place of unresolved loneliness
PREFERENCES:
Hobbies: Dancing, Photography, Learning new languages
Favorite color: Deep blue
Favorite smell: Old books
Favorite food: Gourmet Sliders
Favorite book: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Favorite movie: Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Favorite song: Breathe Me by Sia
Coffee or tea?: Tea, herbal blends
Favorite type of weather: Rainy Days but like a gentle drizzle type of rain
Most used word or phrase?: “Everything will be okay”
EXTRAS:
MBTI: ENFP (The Campaigner) - Liriel embodies the qualities of an ENFP—she is outgoing, outspoken, and energetic, yet also shy at times. ENFPs are known for their enthusiasm, creativity, and strong people skills. They are deeply emotional and often have a wild, reckless side, much like Liriel's hidden self-destructive tendencies. Her ability to connect with people and her desire for meaningful relationships align with this type
Alignment: Chaotic Good - Liriel's alignment leans towards Chaotic Good because she is driven by a desire to help others (as seen in her occupation as a pediatric nurse) but does so in a way that may defy conventional norms or expectations. Her wild side, partying, and self-destructive behaviors suggest a disregard for rules, but her intentions remain rooted in kindness and empathy
Enneagram: Type 7w6 (The Entertainer) - Liriel's love for excitement, her restless nature, and her tendency to seek out new experiences align well with Enneagram Type 7. Type 7s are energetic, enthusiastic, and avoid pain by keeping themselves busy with various activities, which explains Liriel's wild nights and reluctance to settle down emotionally. The 6 wing brings loyalty, anxiety, and a need for security—even if she doesn’t admit it. Liriel wants connection. She wants her family to love her. She clings to friendships that feel safe, even if she acts like she’s always cool flying solo
Celtic Tree: Willow - The Willow symbolizes resilience and adaptability, much like Liriel, who has moved frequently and faced various challenges in her life. Known for emotional depth and intuition, the Willow reflects Liriel's hidden layers and empathetic nature, as well as her connection to the healing arts as a pediatric nurse. The tree's association with water aligns with her fluid, yet sometimes turbulent, emotional world, making it a fitting representation of her character
Temperament: Sanguine-Melancholic - Liriel has a Sanguine-Melancholic temperament. The Sanguine aspect explains her outgoing, energetic, and charismatic nature, while the Melancholic side reflects her shyness, self-destructive tendencies, and deep emotional depth. This combination suggests a complex personality that balances light-heartedness with introspection
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor with a Slytherin Rising - Liriel fits well into Gryffindor House. She's known for making bold, impulsive, heart-first decisions. But the don’t-get-too-close, keep-my-secrets, strategic emotional armor? That Slytherin undertone is loud. She would 100% sneak into the Forbidden Forest on a dare and lie about it convincingly afterward
Element: Water - Liriel's element is Water, reflecting her emotional depth, adaptability, and the fluidity of her personality. Water signs are intuitive and empathetic, much like Liriel, and they often hide a powerful inner world beneath a calm exterior. Her self-destructive tendencies also point to Water's more turbulent aspects
It's not the devil at your door;
It's just your shadow on the floor.
WHO: Michael Hartman (pov), Jackson Fields (mentioned), Paramedic (npc)
WHEN: Late evening, August 26th, 2024
WHERE: Historical Downtown & Countryside, Merrock
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self criticism, Alcohol abuse, DUI, Motorcycle accident
❝ One foot in the ground, one foot in the grave. Don't you dare make a sound, shh! Hear you from a mile away. ❞
Michael still couldn’t believe himself, even after a day or two of mulling it over. How had he missed that? A fucking kid. All the signs had been there, or at least some form of them. What other conclusion could he come to apart from lack of attention on his part? He still wasn’t certain how he felt, how he should feel. It wasn’t like she was asking him to step in as father of the year, especially to an eleven year old. In fact, she hadn’t asked anything from him at all. She still remained perfect, in his eyes. Even still, he’d found himself finding comfort yet again in liquid form, his conversations with both his sister in the past week and his best friend just now, muddling in his mind. Mikey hated just how vulnerable he was, how he’d reacted and spoken in front of Jackson, and that familiar darkness had already began creeping in. Michael just wanted so desperately to escape it.
So that’s what he was going to do. Part of him knew it was wrong; no, he definitely knew it was wrong. Mikey just didn’t care. His judgement was well and truly clouded by confusion and liquor as he stumbled his way through his apartment. Dry fingers grasped a hold of cold metal keys on his way out, managing his way through the complex and down to his motorcycle without another word to JD. Michael jumped onto the back of his bike, putting the keys in the ignition and revved the engine to life.
❝ Run from the town, all you need is your name and the sweat on your brow and the blood running through your veins. ❞
The world disappeared behind him as he left the garage, out onto the main road. Mikey was thinking about everything and nothing all at once, and instead tried to focus on the feeling of the wind pushing against him. For a moment he felt like he was flying, and he felt some form of freedom, though it was short lived. He'd felt the collision terribly in his hips, pain exploding from the point of contact. Mikey couldn’t see right, couldn’t tell which way was up and which way was down. All he knew was that he had been riding and then all of a sudden he could feel his bike being pulled from underneath him, body crunching as it connected against the earth.
❝ One eye on the clock, one eye on the mirror. Take a step through your thoughts; Is it getting clearer? ❞
Sirens. How long he had been out of it? Mikey groaned sharply, hand moving to grab the side of his head to be met with damp tresses. Where was he? Where the fuck was his helmet? Why was he wet? His vision was dark, and if it hadn’t started slowly coming to, he might have panicked. It was like a Polaroid, developing with time. He tried to push himself up onto his elbows but wasn’t successful, his attempt only making his vision worsen again.
❝ There's a life here for the taking; Is it mine or is it yours? ❞
“Hang in there, bud. Don’t move. We got you.” What else could he do but trust the figure that loomed overhead? They had such a soothing voice, though Michael was still quite petrified of the unknown. He remained as still as he could, trying his best not to tremble from the pain that crippled his bones, to steady his sharp and uneven breathing. He’d broken a bone or two before in his life growing up, but this… whatever this was, it hurt so much more. Vaguely hearing them say something about morphine, Michael slowly felt his body ease before drifting into unconsciousness.
❝ All I am is what you make me, you're on both sides of the wall. It's not the devil that you're facing, it's your shadow on the floor. ❞
