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camping quest {owen & derek}

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The world had came shattering down for what seemed a moment. And even when the world shattered so quickly, it took years it seemed to clean it all back up. In the wake of it all, it seemed that Owen and Derek seemed to stand fairly tall. Though booth had been pulled into the day in a way they had never expected, a part of Derek felt strong in the presence of Hunt. He was a warrior, and in the end they both survived. It was as though now he had a war buddy, someone to look up to when things got rough.

Perhaps that was why he had requested a night away from it all with Owen out in the woods. It seemed a bit far fetched yet it seemed the other man needed the break as well. So here they were, two of Seattle’s best out in the woods to experience something other than life itself. It was that alone which made Derek happiest.

“Looks like great weather to fish,” he reassured, glancing out to the water with a bright smile growing on his lips. “Quiet and calm. Just the way I like it.”

[harharhxrleya]

@midnightxcerulean liked for a starter

“Someone paged- For a psych consult?” There was a slightly breathless quality to Harleen’s voice, which suggested she’d ran to the emergency room from the fifth floor. An impression only underlined by two more Psychiatry interns entering at a barely controlled march some ten feet away. 

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@midnightxcerulean Type: Closed Starter. Subject: Argos. Condition: Unknown.

“You mistake me for a man who knows naught but death.” Came the quiet voice of the Englishman as he turned away a woman. While he found it inspiring to be asked to drinks, she wanted something he could not give, and very few understood why a man of his caliber would continuously turn down those another man would fall to his knees to beg for. 

“I need a drink.” The male muttered as he rubbed his temples and sat himself down outside a local coffee shop. It was unfortunately still too early for a proper drink. 

[ofaffection-blog]

◦ * • imessage ☾ owen.

ELIRA: so

ELIRA: were you serious when you said you wanted me to text you?

[xmcmusesx]

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              was this really happening? that was a stupid question - of course it was. the results had been pretty damn conclusive that morning. the small hole on her arm from where the needle had been inserted, and the blood drawn out were a reminder that this wasn’t just a dream. abigail couldn’t forget the look on april’s face when she told her that the test came back positive. and now... now abby was at home, sitting in her room, trying to come up with the best way to tell owen about this.

              knowing she needed to do it sooner versus later, she made her way out to the den, taking a seat on the couch and fidgeting with her shirt for a minute, before addressing the man whose looks she had inherited. “dad?” she began, eyes darting up to look at him before resuming their stare at the floor. “i - i need to... to tell you something.”

[subjectsunknown]

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“Owen...” The Brit purred, fingers dancing along and beneath his chin. “Have I ever told you you’re incredibly beautiful?” He grinned, lips brushed along the man’s cheek before pulling away completely. “I thought maybe you’d like to have a bit of fun today.” It was the way that Argos had said it that implied so much more.

[disillxsioned]

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

Bruises meme (accepting) || @midnightxcerulean

“Story of my life.” He sighed. At least he hadn’t gotten shot this time, he’d just had a run in with a petty crook and for some reason, saw fit to help. “They’re just bruises...” Maybe a minor cut or two. “I’ll be fine in a few days. It’ll be like they were never there.”

[disillxsioned]

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

Bruises meme (accepting) || @midnightxcerulean

Robbie was curled up on Owen’s couch. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, but this time around, the situation was different. Robbie had relapsed and somewhere in his new found high, though now he was coming back down from it, he had sent him a strange text, prompting the man to seek him out... and apparently, bring him home. 

However, he had no idea where he new found bruises came from...

Of course, now, he was feeling like an idiot. Helpless. Idiotic. He doubted he needed to say any of it, and part of him wanted to argue that he was fine. But honestly, he wasn’t. “I’m so sorry Owen...”