#empathyvslogic

[cristobalrios]

(@empathyvslogic) “Sleep already!” For Raffi?

Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.

[ @empathyvslogic ]

Cris visibly jumped at the sudden noise (though he would vehemently deny it if called out), muttering something in Spanish. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be up right now. “What--?” He looked at her and relaxed when who it was registered in his mind. “Oh... I’m fine, Raf, really. I’m just--” He looked down at the book in his lap and realized he’s been reading the same page over and over again for at least fifteen minutes. “Reading.”

[soleiltm]

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[agnespjurati]

@empathyvslogic said: “I really don’t feel too good right now.” from Cris

Agnes comber her fingers through Cris’ hair. He had seemed a little off for the whole day and he was rather pale. She didn’t know what it was, not even whether it was something physical or mental he was suffering from.

Softly, she said, “wouldn’t you lie down? I could get you something and try to help you with whatever’s going on.”

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[governmentofficial]

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Sherlock glanced at Mycroft before hesitantly taking the cigarette. He knew that his brother only offered him one when he knew that something was wrong. He hated how transparent he was around the other. He was one of the only other people in the world that could read people like he did.

The detective put the cigarette between his lips, leaning down for Mycroft to light it. He held his hands up to keep the wind from blowing it out, he inhaled until it was fully lit. Only then, he leaned back, taking a long drag of the smooth nicotine. Lower than he’d usually go for, but they were Mycroft’s. He hummed, smoke flowing between the two of them. “Perhaps I simply wanted your company.” A lie. Though he couldn’t necessarily say that he and John had been having issues since everything that had happened between the two of them and it was hard to stay clean. His brother wouldn’t.. understand.

“Liar.”

Mycroft knew how to be more subtle with his words - charm was a major part of his working life, and he had spent years mastering the art of it. However, while he could easily slip into such a persona, it was a dishonest. Honesty was a sign of respect, no? And thus he would far rather be his true, blunt self with his brother - both because he respected him more than the idiots he worked with, and because maintaining the pretence of charisma could be so very tedious.

“You’re not a large enough idiot to believe that you can convince me of your desire my company, brother dear,” Mycroft pointed out. Even if wishing for such a simple thing was something that they did, Sherlock also was aware of his brother’s superior observational abilities. That, combined with how he had known him for his entire life, and just who did he think he was fooling?

[0030060]

"Nicky, please," Charmaine insisted. "Checking on him again isn't going to work. Joe's Immortality is gone. The wound is going to need time to heal. More time than before. I can't imagine how much this is hurting you but we need to keep our heads. Once we're out of here, you can take him Malta to live into old age. But we're not there yet. Please. We've lost Andy, we're losing Joe. You need to step up and be the leader here."

          breaking mine and nicky’s heart | nicky.

     He was as pale as a corpse and the dark circles under his eyes were even more prominent. When Charmaine spoke to him he barely reacted, not even with a simple blinking of his eyes. As if the words flew right by him or that he hadn't heard her speak at all. This new reality had hit him hard, and in fact, it hadn't settled with him yet. He didn't, or rather couldn't, understand that it was happening. That Yusuf Al-Kaysani was going to die and not wake up again. The pain in his chest was an aching that made him anxious and restless. He couldn't stop this, not his own grief or the loss of the man that meant everything to him.

          "I need to see him."  There was an attempt at being calm and quiet, the way he was most of the time, but the trembling in his voice was unmistakable. Almost like the sound of a plea, because they were words he had repeated in the last twelve hours. He had been to see Joseph as much as he could be, then been guided out of the room only to return again to make sure that Joseph was still breathing. When Charmaine told him to be the leader he wanted to yell at her. A glare in his eyes was all he ended up pointing at her. How could she tell him to pull it together at a time like this? Even if she was right, he had no interest in what was right. The man he was losing was the very reason he had decided to be a better man, every day since his wrongdoings in the eleventh century.  "Don't say that, don't you speak like he is already gone. I can't ... I won't."

Nicky pushed his way passed Charmaine, for once not caring about whether he came across as demeaning. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that he should do as she asked of him. He even knew that Joseph might tell him the same that she was, but he still couldn't help but let his selfish desires take over. Didn't they understand that he was nothing without the man he loved? That he was a brutal fighter with no hope and who killed anybody without caring about their background. Because of Yusuf Al-Kaysani he was a better man and what was he going to become now that he was losing him? On his way to Joe's bed and some distance between him and Charmaine, it was impossible to keep his emotions in check. As the pain in his chest grew harder to handle, silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

[alyafae-a]

“The worst thing about leaving is having to look Kestra in the eye and telling her why I cannot stay.”     ...     @empathyvslogic​

[ncthingstars]

@empathyvslogic / plotted !!        ( zack & t’lura )

          he’s been nervous --- for some reason --- to speak with her. zack has more or less kept to himself since departing vulcan, other than to catch up with rios. and he would’ve been content to stay that way, isolated in his quarters, doing research, waiting it out until they arrived back at the site where they’d spaced the bodies. but eventually, his own curiosity had gotten the better of him. if rios, a man who zack knows to prefer solitude and only his own company, can live with a ship full of people, he figured he can handle some socialization. he’s intriuged, at least, by the other vulcan presence on board.

but really, it’s this particular vulcan’s name that gets his attention. vandermeer. t’lura vandermeer. he’s done his research now, of course. he knows who she is. but he hadn’t, not when he’d served on the man’s ship. and he tells her so, even as he approaches, offering a vulcan salute with one gloved hand and tying his hair up with the other. “i was not aware that captain vandermeer had children,” zack says. “but it seems there’s a lot i didn’t know.” his hand drops back to his side. “dr. sasak addy.”

[xhalflight-blog]

It had been hours since she had been called and told that Scratch had been found outside her son’s school--Henry had been coming out of the school, and JJ knew that he could’ve been snatched if he hadn’t been watched so closely. The blonde was losing her mind, the simple thought of something happening to her son was enough to make her both angry, upset, and even frazzled. Being a mother was part of her identity--it was who she was, and Jennifer Jareau would never take that for granted or let her job take her kids away from her. 

With Prentiss being the new unit chief, JJ found herself in her office, holed up, trying to find ways to keep her family safe, but still be on this job. She refused to go into hiding like Hotch did with Jack, even though she it was serious and she needed to, as well as that she understood why he did it. He would do anything for Jack after his mother died, hell, he would do anything for Jack in general. Hearing the door open, JJ was about to snap at whoever walked in, knowing privacy wasn’t something that was huge in the BAU amongst friends; However, it was Reid, and she kept her lips pursed. 

Prentiss knew to leave her office just then, to give them a moment, and JJ looked at her best friend and she found solace in his presence. “What do I do?” She said solemnly, her blonde hair in her face now, frustration etched across every feature.