#formergreatuniter

[hawkeabelas]

hey, idea: Come cuddle me rn y/y?

yes plese

someone give me a ride hurry

[engineerovdestruction]

✘

Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.

He looked down, shaking his head before he grabbed the quilt off the back of the couch. With a few careful nudges, he was able to move her around enough to wrap the quilt around her, keep her warm. He moved the chair closer, grabbing another blanket so that he could sleep in the chair beside her. 

He kicked back, reaching over to the couch and covering one of her hands with his, then closed his eyes.

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[sad imprisoned lesbian noises]

[ furious freed pansexual noises]

[thecombatbender]

//It appears that my German and French lessons at school were useful after all

[engineerovdestruction]

The table was titanium, just like the shackles that chained her to it. She didn't want to be here -- didn't want to see another reminder of her old life. She'd had enough of the doctors, enough of Su coming to just sit and stare at her, like an itch she couldn't get rid of. Enough of Baatar Sr. and the pity he seemed to adore directing at her. Another visitor, another reason for her to keep her mouth shut. The news of her condition may have reached the Beifongs, but that didn't mean they helped.

His mother had told him everything. At first, he had looked at her in a drunken haze, trying to make sense of what she had said and if it was just the alcohol making him go slightly insane. He was standing at the door to the cell, briefly looking down the mouth of the bottle he held in his hand. With a shrug, he took a drink, draining half of it in one go.

Grunting, he shoved the door open with his shoulder. Disheveled, hair a mess, clothing spotted with stains and grime, he collapsed down in the chair across from her. He refused to say anything, refused to do anything but stare her in the eyes. 

He could wait.