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stopping them by the wrist (for sleipnir 👀)
First touch prompts || Accepting
It has been a long, long time since Sleipnir has felt overwhelmed by their emotions. When they were first created, it was a matter of adjustment, of getting used to feeling things that humans do on top of feeling everything that Barnabas felt too. Over the years, it became manageable, but now they feel like they're at square one all over again. Without Barnabas there to predict their moods, it feels nearly impossible. Hence why they get up to make a quick exit from the crowd that's formed downstairs, not able to find that safe space to land that Barnabas so often provided.
They've nearly made it outside when they feel a hand grab at their wrist. Sleipnir grits their teeth, yanking it away with all their might. “What?” they snap, making a face when they realize it's only Gav. Of course it is. If not Clive, then who else? They're not sure how they feel about it. There's too many complicated feelings in motion for them to really ascertain it. “I'm allowed to step out for air if needed. It's too crowded,” they mutter, taking a deep breath. “You need to give me a minute. Now.”
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i KNOW people see my art and are ignoring it but the question is WHY i work so HARD ON MY ART PWEASE
nauseous and tired and coming off of being anxious for like three hours in a row and i just want to go to bed but i have homework to dooo
The archangel slaps Crowley´s backside out of nowhere. Because he can. But also because he loves it when the demon yelps in surprise.
Spinning around to face the other with a sour look on his face and a growl rumbling in his chest, Crowley frowned and huffed, obviously unhappy to be torn out of a very nice strong of thoughts by a rather rude hand on his arse. “Sometimes I wonder why nobody likes you, then there’s days like these.”