#frombehindpaleeyes

[painforcain]

"I will be good to you. Please, I promise."

"You all say the same." His reply was calm, soft, almost gentle. He glanced up at her from the coffin in the middle of the room. "I know you will be good. Until there's a glimpse of hope and you start acting up again. My decision is final, my sweet. Get in. Time to nap a few hours."

[hacker-codeq]

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"Anne-" Q's hand went out like he wanted to catch her arm but pulled it back after a thought. Instead, he opened a door to one of the storage rooms. "Please, can we just have a quick chat?"

[isles-of-man]

Iain hadn’t realized his hand was bleeding until the adrenaline began to ebb, leaving behind a sharp sting beneath the crusting smear of red. The incident had happened fast; a patient, frightened and spiralling, had seized a scalpel during the chaos. Instinct had propelled him forward before anyone else could be hurt. He remembered only the flash of metal, Anne’s startled cry somewhere behind him, and the fierce, immovable certainty that he would not allow harm to reach his staff. Especially not her.

In the quiet that followed, the small emergency room hummed with the low murmur of recovery, voices settling, equipment clicking back into routine, but the sharp throb in his hand kept tugging him back to the moment. Iain had lifted his hand and flexed it out of habit; the pain flared instantly, a vivid reminder of his limits. A few stitches, certainly. More than he could manage one-handed.

He drew in a slow breath and turned toward her, hoping the steadiness in his voice would hold. “Looks like I’ll need a few stitches,” he said, offering the words with a small, rueful curve of his mouth. “If you’re willing… I’d trust you to do it.” He hadn’t meant for the last part to sound so honest, so exposed, but once spoken, he couldn’t take it back.

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[eskelwolf]

@frombehindpaleeyes sent an ask: *sender kisses receiver's cheek* "Eskel, sweetie! It's been ages! How are you?"

“Oh my God,” was the first thought Eskel had when he saw her again. Truly, it's been ages...and yet he felt how his cheeks turned hot. As if it's been merely days since he vanished from his friend groups. Everyone. Everything.

He gave Annie a hug. Yup. Like it's been days. Same tingly feeling in his stomach. But it's been months. He left everyone hanging for months. His feelings hadn't changed though and he could've known. Should've known.

“Yeah, umm, sorry. I had some stuff I had to...go through. How have you been?”

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

"You did good today. Really good."

"Spare me."

The reply comes punctuated with a heavy thump as the helmet lands on the table next to him. It nearly leaves a dent in the wood, but he does not seem to care at all.

"That was obscene. If they let me back out there, it will be a miracle."

There is blood and dirt speckled across his face still. Leftover from the scuffle that had resulted in his being sent indoors for the remainder of the day. An order that the knight treats like exile rather than rest.

The training had been disastrous. But from the moment he'd arrived, that had been a fast-approaching disaster. The knight in black was always a spectacle, regardless of how quiet he made himself. In a court, he could easily evade the problems, but a training ground was filled with young prospects: most of them believing that if they knocked him down, then the glory he carried would pass onto them. As he'd suspected, it had resulted in a rather bloody scuffle, and a man who far outranked him being bruised both in ego and flesh.

"At least they will be too scared to talk to me during dinner." A sliver of joy causes his jaw to momentarily unclench, and he glances in Evelyn's direction. "I take it you were watching?"

[musesforthedamned]

@frombehindpaleeyes asked:

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?" (for Billy Russo) (Angsty starter)

Billy never figured himself for the hero type. He knew what people whispered about him: pretty face, sharp suit, darker edges hidden under the grin. He was the kind of man you wouldn’t bring home to Mom. But right now? None of that mattered.

Right now, there was blood on his hands that wasn’t his own.

The woman lay sprawled against the cold brick, breaths shallow, her skin too pale under the streetlight. Billy’s pulse kicked up, instincts snapping into place before his head could catch up. He pressed down hard on the wound, jaw tight, forcing the panic down deep where it belonged.

“Hey. Hey. HEY.” His voice came rough, sharper than he meant, so he tried again, softer, coaxing. “Stay with me, ok? Just keep your eyes open. You’re doin’ fine.”

Billy leaned closer, his grip steady even as his mind raced through options, none of them looking that well at that moment in time: tourniquet, transport, call for backup. No time to think about why he cared. No time to think about who she even was. Just time to keep her breathing.

“You don’t get to quit on me,” he muttered, more to himself than her, but he forced the words out anyway. “Not tonight. Not here.”

The city noise carried on around them- sirens, shouting, life moving on like it always did, but for Billy Russo, the world had narrowed to the weight of her slipping life in his hands and the promise he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice frayed at the edges. “Stay with me. I’ll get you out of this. You hear me? Just… stay.”

[honorarystripes]

@frombehindpaleeyes

"You know its funny what they say about me. People think I'm some great savior but in reality I'd rather be pampered just to relieve the stress...is that wrong?"

[resilientangel]

@frombehindpaleeyes (Here, have a starter hon. <3)

"I've missed you terribly, Anne." Owen admitted, offering Anne a brand new fleece scarf. "You're always thinking of others and working the late shift. Do you want to come inside for a cup of coffee?" He beamed, and a rosy hue decorated his cheeks as he fumbled with his apartment keys.