#snpshooter

[patronedsaint-a]

❝   ━━━   s’the  little  things  y’miss  the  most.   ❞

   CANON DIALOGUE   /    @lensbound.

[patronedsaint-a]

closed starter call   >   @lensbound​.

          ❝ ‘k, so, m’thinkin’ of a number between one and twenty-five  ——  actually, hold on. y’know how i got like, this novel of embarrassing nathan stories? if y’guess the right number, you’ll get that many of ‘em. got it? in retrospect that’s not a very good idea, and’ll probably leave us sittin’ here for awhile, but hey! quality time with my sister-in-law, right? ❞

[patronedsaint-a]

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the stairs creak…  too loudly to be one of those the house is settling moments, this is movement. yet he doesn’t turn. it’s late  ——  later than it should be, for anyone else in the house to be awake. he’d felt like a nuisance since he agreed to stick around for a few months, doing his damnedest to find a place for himself so he wasn’t being a burden for too much longer. nathan had suggested, elena had insisted, samuel argued before inevitably giving in. knowing that it was useless...  he hadn’t met the woman for any more than half an hour, and he already knew she didn’t take no for an answer about this sorta thing.

linoleum underfoot is cold, causing a chill to roll up his spine and shiver his entire being, and he’s thankful for the coziness of the mug of tea he’d just finished making  ——  careful to stand ready to grab the kettle from the burner before it had the chance to whistle. not that it seemed to matter, as he finally cast a glance over his shoulder, met her eyes with a smile, and turned back to stirring sugar into the warm liquid. no words are spoken, only the tinging of the spoon against ceramic  (  the mug bought for his birthday, affectionately reading world’s best brother-in-law,  )  accompanying a low buzz from the television. 

warmth envelopes him immediately, causing yet another shiver to overcome him. that’s when his actions still, hand reaching to grip the blanket set over his shoulders to keep it from slipping, and he turns on his heels  ——  not fully, but enough to look at her again. it’s fresh out of the dryer, too heated to not have been, and he welcomes the kind gesture…  she didn’t have to do that, but he knew she cared a little too much for her own good, and he’s appreciative. not just for this, but for her acceptance despite everything. he always was. 

❝  shouldn’t you be in bed?  ❞   words spoken with a teasing lift in his tone. samuel hesitant to give in and allow himself to hug her, so he doesn’t…  merely keeps stance, and does this little motion with the hand currently holding the blanket around him, as if to gesture towards it.   ❝  ——  thanks. kinda cold in here tonight.  ❞

         put a blanket on sam.   / no longer accepting.

[saintmarlboro]

@snpshooter​     said     :      " So -- What would you say to me offering you, and Sully, an appearance on the new show? " She bites her lip, trying to contain an excited and expectant smile. The test episodes had been good, audiences liked it. ( Lost treasures had a bigger crowd than they thought. ) " I mean, you don't have to say yes right away but... " - snpshooter

❝     me     ?     ❞     he’s  confused  for  a  moment     ...     looking  at  her  like  she  had  just  sprouted  two  more  heads.  no  doubt  he’d  step  in  front  of  a  camera  and  immediately  seize  up.  but  hey      ,     it  might  be  fun.  once  he  got  over  the  initial  ‘     stage  fright.     ‘       ❝     uh     ...     you’ll  have  t’take  it  up  with  victor     ,     even  though  i  doubt  he’ll  say  no  to  you.      ❞     he  laughs  softly      ,     shaking  his  head  as  if  to  dismiss  that  part  of  the  conversation.        ❝     but  yeah     ,     no      ,      i’d  love  to  swing  by  the  show.  annnnd  i promise  i’ll  watch  my  language     ❞

[findslight]

for the record, i did not expect this. - snpshooter

      ❝    You're  kidding  right?  ---  Elena,  come  on!  Grab  your  camera.  This  is  the  story  of  the  lifetime.  ---  We  both  know  those  aren't  to  be  expected.  They  don't  fall  into  your  lap.  &  what's  the  story  if  there  isn't  a  little  risk?    ❞

@snpshooter​.

[saintmarlboro]

@snpshooter​ said     :     ❝ i knew you had heart. ❞ - snpshooter     (      tlou   meme +  accepting.     )

❝     aye  now     ,     ❞     he  pushes  himself  away  from  the  counter     ,     a  hand  raising  to  make  a  motion  as  if  to  dismiss  the  accusation.  they  had  been  baking  while  nathan  was  at  work.  somehow  elena  had  gotten  samuel  to  delve  into  his  past     ...      delve  into  his  past  with  nathan.      ❝     don’t  go  spreadin’  rumors      ,      alright     ?     ❞     it’s  said  in  jest     ,     samuel  reaching  up  to  rub  below  his  nose  and  efficiently  spreading  flour  across  his  skin.      ❝     i  can’t  be  tough  all  the  time.     ❞  

[saintmarlboro]

@snpshooter​    sent     :     “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” - snpshooter      (     stubborn  prompts     +     not accepting.     )

❝     relax     ,     sister.  been  through  worse  hits  before.  m’fine     ,     really.     ❞      he  reaches  up     ,     only  then  realizing  the  blood  from  his  nose  was  coating  his  front  teeth.  he  wipes  his  mouth  with  the  back  of  his  hand     ,     outer  palm  slick  with  wetness.      ❝     gimme  a  sec  t’pop  this  baby  back  in  place  and  i’ll  be  good.     ❞      not  the  first  time  he  had  to  reset  his  own  nose.  it  happened  quite  a  lot  as  a  teenager.  one  of  the many  fights  he’d  wound  up  getting  himself  into.      ❝     —————     how  about  you     ?     still  in  one  piece     ?     nathan’ll  try  t’kill  me  if  somethin’  happens  t’you.     ❞

[patronedsaint-a]

"well, can’t you give me a clue?"

              CORALINE STARTERS     /     accepting.

❝     ━━━     people  hundreds  of  years  ago  didn’t  get  clues.     ❞     admittedly   ,   he  wasn’t  sure  if  he  was  right  or  not.  the  contraption  in  front  of  them  being  so  foreign  to  him  it  was  a  wonder  he  had  an  idea  of  what  it  could  possibly  do  at  all.     ❝     it  looks  a  little  sixteenth  century   …   at least.  maybe  tudor.  maybe  just  before  their  dissolution.  or  there’s  always  th’off  chance  i’m  wrong.     ❞     this  was  more  nathan’s  speed   ,   sam’s  expertise  lying  in  a  different  era  of  history.