#ruinaa002.

[withbeasts]

@ruinaa;

there's a temperature in the air that tells that spring is coming. the onset of heat and smells will be here before he can think too hard about it, the change of the season like every other. his gaze drifts to the window, and she drags her nails across his arm, bringing him back to their conversation. " -- do you think la would have been better? "

[withbeastsarc]

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          “  --  did he pick a fight with you again?  “ 

[pathokinesis]

@ruinaa​.

          “  he just called me a name,  that’s all.  “  

[illwriteatragedy]

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          “  you think i’m lying to you.  “  

[wthwolvesarc]

@ruinaa​. 

           she lays in the bed,  while he sits on the end of it.  a poke from her foot to his back alerts him to the fact he’s been sitting there a few minutes too long,  lost in thought.  “  --  do you think i’m a good father?  “ 

[illwriteatragedy]

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          there are things that he doesn’t know if he can break.  waking up during the night to check on the house is one of them,  but he’s managed to do it without waking her for the past few years.  room to room to check on each kid,  and he’s usually back in bed.  but not tonight.  

           he goes into the basement where the gym equipment is and starts some warm up stretches.  he starts out slow,  but picks up his pace with his exercises,  until he’s worked up a good sweat.  by then,  he hears josephine’s footsteps come down the stairs,  but he doesn’t stop. 

[illwriteatragedy]

@ruinaa. 

          his cheeks are flushed even with the night cooling it down fifteen degrees;  the humidity was still dense in the air,  heavy on his skin.  he halfway enjoyed it and halfway hated it,  caught in the weird between feeling  --  but that wasn’t hard to try and ignore.  

          “  do you like here better then new york?  “ 

[withbeasts]

@ruinaa;

" -- did he tell you i said that? "