#excommune

[estrellasombra]

the slant of morning light made him look like he was about to catch on fire. ( insp. )

[multamusae-archive-blog]

texts w/ jules. –– @excommune

          ( marcus keane ) ⟶ my day? subjecting myself to too large crowds for the sake of a few photographs.           ( marcus keane ) ⟶ currently? holed up with whiskey.            ( marcus keane ) ⟶ your day any better?

[julesryley-blog]

@excommune replied: 

not rly ‘how to make him more interesting’ but … think about where u want to take him does he have something hes doing? a purpose? a drive? is he making a book? what is jules doing with his life other than existing and doing the same stuff he always does? thinking about where u wanna take a character can help combat the feeling of them being “stale” or “uninteresting”, and forces u to think about their drives and needs

i mean the thing with him is that he’s content with his life, and already as successful as he can be in his career. he’s doing a ‘humans of the world’ sort of book. so he doesn’t actually have anywhere to go, if that makes sense. and kind of just existing and doing the same stuff is very much who he is, it’s part of his whole thing. he wants to be more social and have relationships, which i’m doing with all my threads already anyway. so IDK.

[talentforlying]

                  ‘  don’t  tempt  me.  ‘      he  clasps  a  hand  to  his  chest  as  if  WOUNDED,  though  his  thoroughly  obnoxious  cheshire  cat  grin  remains  unchanged.   it’s  never  not  fun  to  poke  and  prod.      ‘  awh,  an’  ‘ere  i  thought  we  ‘ad  something  special!  ‘

@excommune  /  continued  !

[mzone]

@excommune​

   “Whyyy d’you talk about Him like that.”

[soldiercn-a]

♦ – ( @excommune wanted the softest ashley. )

                     ❝ I guess this would be a good time to mention I don’t know how to make tea. ❞ Ashley slid the rather scary looking cup of tea towards Marcus. The only tea he knew how to prepare was makeshift medicinal brews on the battlefield, and he knew all too well how disgusting those were. Perhaps this fell under the ‘ it’s the thought that counts ’ category. A nice gesture is kind regardless of the outcome, is it not? ❝ It probably needs to cool. Maybe the leaves will dissolve in the meantime. Or -- y’know, whatever leaves do in tea. ❞

[whcwashe]

@excommune

         “I heard a rumor ----” It’s not the best way to start a conversation, but it’s all she’s got, for the time being. It’s a long shot anyway, going off of hearsay and whispers. But hearsay and whispers were gold, when a community was SMALL. And psychics, real ones anyway, were few and far between. And they talked. And she needed HELP.  Or at the very least, someone to talk to. “That, uhm. You have some experience in the, ah -- exorcism arena.....”

[scriose]

@excommune,  cont.

              his ribs ache on every inhale, exhale, asking for trouble with every word. if he were talking to himself he’d say don’t talk, but marcus is nothing if not a burning hypocrite at every given opportunity. there’s a wound on his cheekbone made by a hand wearing a ring. blood tastes rotten in his mouth. it’s not the first time marcus has lost a fight, but it’s one of the few times anyone’s offered to clean him up afterwards.

                          ‘ — should’ve known i was gonna get the shit kicked out of me. i’d have brought my bag. s’like a gp’s in there. ’

chris is within earshot from the moment he leaves to the one he returns, therefore knows not to hype up his own kit against the other’s. there are a few bandages, cotton swabs, a quarter bottle of rubbing alcohol  ---  marcus isn’t in for world-class medical care, to be sure. he crouches in front of him, sizes him up.

         ‘ fuck’d you do, anyway? ’ he tilts the bottle of alcohol, dips a swab in what little liquid remains, and presses it to marcus’ cheek without warning. ‘ you look shite. ’