#silcncisms

[hcllscage]

starter  for  @silcncisms  !

HE  SWEEPS  IN  BEHIND  her  with  a  boyish  smirk  dancing  upon  his  lips.  Strong  arms  wrap  around  her  middle  as  a  playful  ‘  grr  ‘  escapes  him  --  but  he’s  as  careful  as  one  can  be.  Gentle  hands  settle  upon  the  small  bump  of  her  belly.  The  promise  of  new  life  is  still  so  exhilarating.  ❛  --  good  morning  to  you,  and  baby...  ❜

[dcstructivcs-a-blog]

BLAISE !

@silcncisms / a zaise text thread.

ZADE: so question ZADE: why are all tops staler than bread in personality ZADE: i need answers

[arrcgntboy]

*  starter  for  @silcncisms  !

THE FLOORBOARDS SEEM TO creak underfoot with each hesitant step his takes ; the small cottage that the couple had taken residence in during their ( hopefully short ) stint in Castle Rock seems to be falling apart beneath their fingertips with each passing moment. Paint peels from the wall & garrish wallpaper seems to split from its base in waterstained streaks. He can’t help but feel as if the cottage is giving him a message -- begging him to leave, leave as soon as they can. Nothing seems to feel right and ever since their arrival, Zaiden is unable to ignore the knot coiled deep in the pit of his stomach. Dread. He can feel it in his bones, seeping through his muscles & sinew. The sun had set behind the peaks of the forest fringing Castle Lake hours ago -- and with the moon hanging high amongst the willowy clouds, Zaiden knows he should be asleep.

He lays still in bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling as he attempts to count sheep -- but as each slow second ticks by, he feels himself growing restless. A curse spits past his lips as he jerks himself upright, long legs swinging over the edge of the bed only to jam his feet into the slippers waiting dutifully for him. He trudges along down the corridor before veering into the small living room area -- and sure enough, blue hues rest upon the figure of his fiance, hunched over the coffee table. The lamp at his side is on, illuminating Blaise’s crouched figure in pale yellow light. He has on his reading glasses, table a mess of notes & research. Zaiden wishes he was surprised -- but instead, a tired sigh is all he can muster. ❛ You said you’d be in bed with me two hours ago. ❜ He can’t bring himself to sound annoyed; instead, baritone timbre is quiet and heavy with exhaustion. ❛ Or did you forget about me ? ❜

[hcllscage]

@silcncisms asked : ‘ i feel really bad not knowing your name. ’

* SENTENCE STARTER for evan ! ( accepting. )

HE STARES ALMOST BLANKLY at the small girl lingering in the tea-house ; the kid’s tall frame is hunched sadly over one of the small tables tucked towards the back. There’s a plate in front of him, dressed with a flaky chocolate croissant & a macaron. TOO SWEET. He can’t stomach the taste, so it sits and grows cold. The witch woman had left -- and in her stead, she left the smaller, frailer empath to tend to him until her return.

Odd-colored eyes stare blankly at her, gaunt face settled in expressionless stone. A NAME? He had so many and so few of them -- it’s difficult to recall what it is anymore. Warden Lacy said he was the devil. The prisoners called him Nick. But himself? He had no name for himself. Shoulders hunch further down and his gaze drops to stare flatly down upon the rejected snack sitting upon the small saucer. ❛ -- no name. It’s -- okay. ❜ There was no need for her to feel bad for a creature like him, after all.