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@siighmon

“The storm comes or is it just another shower?”

[brainwranglertm-a]

                                                        PHONE     RINGS,     ,     nothing     new-     she     clients     weren’t     the     type     to     sleep     through     the     night,     ,          (     neither     was     she     )          so     when     she     answered     and     heard     the     mutterings     of     a     new     voice,     ,     one     that     was     begging     and     warning     her     she     took     no     time     to     get     the     location     from     them,     ,     and     then     without     any     other     words     besides          ,     ,     “     ill     be     right     there-     don’t     move.     “          

she     was     sprinting     out     down     the     stairs.     notebook     and     pen     tucked     under     arm     as     legs     sprint     down     the     pavement     ,     ,     he     wasn’t     far-     it     wasn’t     worth     calling     a     taxi     for,     ,     -     so     she     ran,     ,     short     legs     taking     long     strides     ballet     flats     slapping     grey     cement     and     skidding     around     corners     as     she     rounded     to     his     apartment     ,     ,          sprinting     through     the     building     until     she     found     the     hallway,     ,     the     one     with     the     drunk     male     who     had     called     her.    

 coraline’s     feet     only     slow     as     to     not     run     into     him,     ,     however     she     took     no     time     -     panting     chest     and     rosy     cheeks     as     she     sat     across     from     him     her     fingers     reaching     out     to     touch     the     others     arm     for     a     moment     as     she     lets     words     leave     lips,     ,     “     im     here-     im     here.”     her     hair     mess     from     the     wind     of     her     run,     ,     “     im     doctor     coraline     petrofsky     --     and     im     here.     .     “          she     was     terrified     she     wasn't     going     to     find     someone     alive,     ,     she     was     overwhelmed     to     see     an     alive     breathing     person     before     her,     ,     and     if     she     wasn’t     holding     herself     together     she     could     let     out     a     cry     of     joy     but     she     bit     it     down     caring     eyes     instead     focusing     on     the     other,     ,     her     forcing     her     chest     to     calm     down.               /          / @siighmon cnt

[evieenpointe-a]

!! // SPOKEN’BOUT STARTER WITH @siighmon​ !!

she’s under dressed.

Ridiculously so, and she can only assume that’s why the other girls have so eagerly wandered off and away... but, then again, the fact she’s even here is a momentous step up from spending time solely at the ballet studio; sure, she’s still wearing a leotard and leggings, but she’s ALSO wearing a cute little pink cardigan she had stashed away for special occasions, and she’s even wearing HEELS bringing her to a solid five-foot-three instead of that five-foot even she’d be stuck at should she be barefoot... LOOK AT HER, ONE OF THE GIRLS!!

... sorta... as for now, she’s lost in the crowd, not a single other lady she’s come with is in sight, and the band’s even done playing... but there’s something just familiar enough about that fellow up ahead of her, isn’t there? And luckily, even with the extension of her shoes, she’s just able to slither through the steady throng of people: until she finally reaches Simon...

Two fingertips go to PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT at the poor man’s shoulder as she creeps up from behind: begging for attention in the most passive way she felt she could. “You!” Him! Of course he knows she’s referring to him, why wouldn’t he-- but she’s donned a huge smile and is waving a hand up his way in recognition-- “You were just up there, now, weren’t you!?” HOW EXCITING! SHE GETS TO MEET ONE OF THE BOYS FROM THE BAND! THE GIRLS WILL NEVER BELIEVE HER! “You sounded lovely, really, what’a show!” 

[bakkanaliarchived]

@siighmon​

“I…don’t know.” Simon lied. He didn’t want to admit that actually he’d been kicking a football  against the wall earlier while waiting for his bandmates to show up, but had accidentally kicked it a bit too hard causing it to bounce back and smack him straight in the face with full force. It was frankly a miracle he’d only come out of it with a black eye and not a broken nose to boot.

“Maybe it happened in my sleep last night, y’know…” He continued, laughing sheepishly, “Sometimes you do weird things in your sleep…let’s just chalk it up as one of those weird unexplained mysteries!”

"Now y'see, I'd normally be willin' t'go along with unexplainable events, but you're sure as shit lookin' suspicious over there. What with that face an' all." Dio was clearly not above a harmless call out, and his easy grin said as much, stood as he was with an unbelieving brow arching his features. If it weren't for the other man's wobbly expression, he would have in fact considered believing him, but he could smell a conspiracy a mile away. Or so he liked to believe.

So he let his arms cross, something like a squint screwing his features. The way he saw it, he could play along or snoop for the truth. His new expression said it all. "If m'to believe you, we could conclude that y'slept walked your face into a wall. But based on th'bruisin', I'd say it ain't so simple." It was clear to just about anyone at this point that he had much too much time on his hands and he wasn't above spending it uselessly.

[londoncalled]

Combat Rock, their fifth studio album, had just been released a few months ago. To say it was a hit record was an understatement (at least in the U.S.), and Joe couldn’t be happier with all the hard work they had done to accomplish this. “Rock the Casbah” and “Should I Stay or Should I Go?” were what made the album go double platinum. All of this happening to the 29 year old who had been in the game since 1977. It was a welcome change for them. To actually chart higher than the rest of their previous albums. Dark eyes were scanning over the jukebox that was located in The Dog and Duck. 

His fingers then came up to align the songs in the directory with his sight. The guitarist was trying to locate a particular song, though it had seemed this place didn’t cater to his musical desires. “Ah fucking…” Giving up almost immediately, before the cigarette that hung from his lips had ash drifting down on his black shirt. Bringing his hand up to dust it off, before pulling the filter away from his mouth and crossing the room back to the bar. Discarding the nearly spent habit. “Ah yeah, can I get a uh...pint of Guinness.”

He addressed the bartender, before that dark gaze came to rest on the figure seated to his left. Of course he hadn’t recognized the man immediately. The bartender brought him his drink before he tossed some money next to the pint. Taking it up into his hand and leaning on the bar with one elbow and taking a gulp. Eyes still trained on the man. He knew he’d seen him somewhere. Then it finally hit him. Setting the glass down. “Ah you’re one of the..the...Cure? Right?” The man had probably met him before, but who could really remember? Most often Joe had a horrible memory. 

@siighmon * asked for a starter

[tookpills-a]

     “  simon  ?  do  you  really  love  me  ?  “

@siighmon​  /  ♡.

[oldchevyimpala79]

Here's an ask, hello, hi! Hope you're doing well! Also, can I just say, your blog makes me hungry.

@siighmon

I'm fine and yeah, I can guess you love junk food too! If you're going to give me a burguer for my birthday you're still on time. Go ahead!

[tookpills-a]

     despite  her  own  state  of  inebriation  ,  cassie's  desire  to  keep  any  &  all  negative  feelings  away  from  simon  almost  overshadows  the  alcohol  in  her  system  ,  just  enough  so  that  she  can  focus  her  entire  attention  on  making  sure  he's  taken  care  of.    she  offers  him  a  gentle  smile  when  an  apology  leaves  his  lips  &  cassie  shakes  her  head  ,  tenderly  rubbing  his  back.    "  you  don't  have  to  say  sorry.  "  she  means  it  ,  too.    there's  no  annoyance  ,  no  embarrassment  ,  in  the  way  she  said  those  words.    just  kindness  laced  with  worry.    there  would  be  no  regrets  if  she  had  to  stay  here  all  night  with  him  ,  if  it  meant  he’d  eventually  feel  better.    at  his  mention  of  wanting  to  go  home  ,  cassie  realizes  his  stomach  has  given  him  a  break  for  now  ,  &  she  nods  as  she  takes  one  of  his  arms  &  wraps  it  around  her  own  shoulders  to  assist  him  with  walking.    thankfully  ,  her  home  isn’t  far  at  all.    “  i’ll  run  you  a  warm  bath  &  make  some  tea  ,  then  we  can  lay  down.    i  promise  you’ll  feel  better.  “  due  to  the  close  proximity  of  her  place  &  the  bar  they  had  decided  to  go  to  that  night  ,  they  arrive  within  a  few  minutes  &  the  first  thing  she  does  is  enter  the  bathroom  together  ,  carefully  helping  him  down  next  to  the  tub.    cassie  kneels  next  to  it  ,  turning  the  faucet  &  placing  her  hand  beneath  the  now  running  water  until  the  temperature  is  pleasant  ,  nice  &  warm  but  not  too  hot  as  to  burn  skin.    with  a  smile  ,  she  places  her  palm  gently  against  simon’s  cheek  to  get  him  to  focus  on  her.    “  do  you  want  me  to  stay  ?  “

@siighmon​  /  continued  from  here.