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[thruteeth]

it's ironic, sort of, hearing that from someone else for a change. that his weren't the only mistakes keeping them company. whatever it was, though.. couldn't have been bad enough for her to make that face. like the air'd gone acrid on them. " you're doing fine. " would've sounded more reassuring from someone else, he knows. anyone with more to offer besides a passing glance and lackluster enthusiasm. less the hollow, bottomless tone he'd long adopted, failing to be coated with a much needed optimism. combat that look in eyes so unsteady.

but he doesn't find those words for her. leon sits in the shadow of their meaning, hands busied with a whetstone while the room around them is surveyed. again. never could be too sure it was empty. eyes had their way of popping up when least wanted. prying. appraising. always with wants and ugly motivation.

" hey, " the slide of stone on steel is louder then his voice, prompt and punctual, " don't do that. " @riphalos has earned his attention, her survival enough of a testament to her untapped grit to be sure of that. " don't start blaming yourself. "

fingers curl their grip around a handle that fits snug despite his tingling palm and a numbness that's been spreading by the day. up into his elbow, now.. it'll reach his shoulder by tomorrow, he figures, but opts to focus, rather, on the curve of grace's frown. so deep, it tries but fails to age her.

" trust me. " the man with the hatchet. blood soaked gloves. pillaged stare. it's a joke, sometimes, he knows. cuts the image of someone too near a teetering edge to be fully believed. " you start down that road, there's no coming back. "

[dk-thrive]

So Blue @ Twilight. 5:15 am to 5:26 am. 60° F. September 30, 2024. Cove Island Park. Stamford, CT (@dkct25)

[sn4ps]

[nowayzinedine]

Definition.

[itsjaneinthemembrane]

I can't wait to be robed in light.

[thruteeth]

she's a frightened dove, lost between walls, beating her wings bloody. an unfortunate setback. foreseen, perhaps, but optimism hadn't allowed room to plan appropriately. giddiness alive in his belly, victor rushed through a delicate moment and, now, feels his regret for that immensely. or that is the image he presents. behind a frown and his brows stitched to furrow. he huffs both for the effort it takes to bring himself down, down, down to her level, as well as the idea that he could not care about something, someone, so important. every road lead to grace ashcroft.

" of course i care. " not enough to loosen the tether that binds wrists to armrests. not enough to lose sight of what's important. mercy oft gave way to ignorance and he was many things, but a fool was not one of them. " i've spent my life looking for you grace. " two nods, the flick of a forked tongue, " there is nothing in this world i care about more than you and your well being. "

a white lie. a half-truth. he cared about what she could give him and the rest was circumstantial. her choice to make. whether his care remained hospitable, or.. if it was best to don a clinical overtone. clip his disappointment to his lapel like the badges of old. faced forward, there for the world to see. no.. he would spare her that indignity for now. stroke back the hair tousled into big, blue eyes, blinking rabbit quick and unsure where to look. " shhh.. you'll make yourself sick at this rate. " up here, my dear.

sedation would work.. it's an avenue to consider.

gideon rises and, looking down upon her from his full height, she's diminutive and shrinking. bites her own lips because she's too uncertain about the words behind them, he imagines. " you must have many questions. "

sat where all patients eventually sit, across from his desk, the walk to assume his own position is slow and purposeful. to drag long, cracked fingers across tabletop. move one folder to the side, another, and pluck his target from where it'd hidden itself away, below. in the corner, etched quick and bold, her name. tacked to the front, her face. inside is a detailed observation of the goings on that placed her where he'd wanted and, now, it all feels so.. obsolete. insignificant while the genuine article is feet away. not quite ripe, but he would wait for the picking to come into season.

gold is sparkling, a small peek behind a grin. teeth chatter, grind, then hold firm in a clench that makes his broadened elation look forced and momentarily unsound.

" please, ask away. " @riphalos had time to kill while they waited. a saccharine interlude while the third to their party made haste through the sky.

[thruteeth]

it's cold out here. there's something wet on the ground, displaced by a hesitant step that settles in the center of it with hollow curiosity. grace is asking her a question but the world feels large and hungry where she's placed. somewhere new to pat her hands. across a table she finds a paper, loose but torn at the edge. there's old rings in the wood, a short-clipped nail traces it twice before she answers, " no. " comes out soft. quiet. it's a secret shared with the walls and the warmth of a touch smoothed down her arm. leading to a seat she doesn't immediately take.

" where are we going ? " someplace she hasn't been before. where tile will give way to carpet, she hopes. where the echoes of a far off wail can't reach them. another in a long line and gooseflesh is on the rise. it stipples across her chest and the narrow of her spine. until emily is shuddering and an over-sensitive ear works itself down against her shoulder. grinds out what isn't meant to be there. one big scoop and she's back in the room. she's edging the backs of her knees against the sofa and, before sitting, pauses long enough to chew her lip with absent wonder. " i'm not supposed to leave this wing. "

the late night adventures of little girls, their fingers laced and their giggles poorly muffled behind one another's hands.. she can remember them, though they'd begun to fog in their margins, blotted out like so much else. tiptoeing where they oughtn't, it'd been harmless adventure. and then it was over. it was done and the details are too murky to make out while focused elsewhere. here with @riphalos and her tender leverage, depriving those noises of the fear they'd have otherwise earned.

just the tips at first, she's made contact with jeans. doesn't enjoy the distance they've grown while new shuffling proves her restless, sat alone. " grace ? " a doctor had told her, once, with the smell of antiseptic heavy and the unnatural feel of latex roaming alongside a stethoscope from right to left to right again, that she shouldn't talk to the orderlies. she shouldn't speak unless spoken to, at all. but her belly, empty as it may be, had turned and a frown, for all its worth between the racket, slumps heavy. " can we stay here for a minute ? "

[thelovebudllc]

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