#stlispenard

[faerys]

@stlispenard dr. mohan sent: it's starting to get to me

she tilts her head to the side as she looks towards the other woman, brows knitting in concern. samira is the kind of doctor mel has always wanted to be. the kind of doctor she likes to surround herself with. this is, perhaps, one of the best medical environments she has ever stepped foot into. there are more good staff than bad ( if she is honest, it's a rarity in their line of work. perhaps any line of work, really ). ❝ burn out in emergency medicine is...it's very real, ❞ she nods thoughtfully. there is a pause before she turns to face samira more fully. her lips press together, making a face as she considers the words rolling inside her head. she thinks about the reassurances she has needed. she thinks about every kind word, every bit of encouragement she has been offered which she has stored away in her memories. sometimes, she writes them down in a journal to read over on the bad days. it's not numerous, but it's enough.

❝ you know, i've admired you—your work. you know, you work ethic a-and bedside manner. i've learned a lot from you on our cases together. ❞ she offers her a small smile. ❝ i-i don't know if that helps. but you're really good at this...and it's okay to get overwhelmed. doesn't make you any less good. ❞ she nods and fidgets with the hem of her jacket-sleeve. ❝ is it...anything in particular that's getting to you? or just...everything. ❞

[perfectmetaphore]

Starter for @stlispenard / @odyssed

Something has been bothering him for a while now. A faraway sound, construction or something of that kind. It's unfamiliar, but his brain has yet to catch up to this first hint of warning. There is a sharp light pointing at his face, traffic outside the window, a rush of voices. Nothing to aid against the pounding pain behind his eyes.

Clearly the intake of alcohol last night had gone a bit overboard.

There is an unfamiliar, but at the same time familiar scent in the room. Or perhaps it is a feeling? Did he book a hotel last night? Did he bring someone with him? What the hell did he even do last night?

A soft grunt fell from his lips. Fuck that awful daylight. He rubs at his face, fingers pressing into his eyes in an attempt to soothe the headache.

When he finally opens his eyes, he finds the source of that sharp light. The curtains are half open, the window ajar. ' fucking hell '.

Of course his drunk self would make life a fucking nightmare for his sober self, and so he pushes himself up in preparation to shut the world out, but something stops him.

The person beside him moves in his side-sight, and as Silver casts a glance at his nightly partner, his breath is caught in his throat. A slight panic rises in his chest and he stumbles out of bed. Naked and without his prosthetic.

"Oh shiiiit..."

He stares at none other than James Flint. Memories flooding back into his mind, their very turbulent past, their end, and now this ghost he's been trying to bury all his life has returned. Haunting him even in this life.

[feminurge]

im so happy to see u on my dash teehee <3

noora beloved do u know im obsessed w you

[wolfkilermoved]

@stlispenard    :  eat. a simple enough instruction. it’s a primal instinct, after all. nicolas had taken to feeding like a child takes to nursing at its mother’s breast. eat. the first bit of hunger had possessed him, divorced his mind from his body, negated all other needs and sentiments. it’s a blur now. whatever prompted his body to sustain itself he will never understand, but then, he supposes, the body will endure even when the mind will not.      nicolas stares at the arm lestat has raised from the floor like he is trying to auction it off. an excellent piece, plump veins, wine-drunk. he knows he means for him to latch onto the wrist and feed but instead nicolas laughs humorlessly, “have him for yourself, lestat.” it is not act itself that repulses him but the being so close to death. it’s taunting him. always close, never his.       “it’s perverse, is it not? death giving life to … well… the dead, i suppose.” if nothing else, philosophy will probably kill his appetite. if the hunger makes him half-mad and mindless then he wants to tame it. he wants to keep hearing himself think and talk. nicolas takes a few steps back to distance himself from the sight and smell of it all. tempting, fiend. as ever you were, mon ami. he closes his eyes so he can only imagine lestat with his red mouth against that poor man’s skin and his teeth puncturing it with ease and pleasure.       eat.

regardless of its small edge of cruelty , of its bleakness and philosophy , it is as good as ever to hear nicki's voice . lestat knows no other like it , lilting and charming and softly offered even now .

he allows the near corpse to drop , hears what remains of the blood , rich with wine and fear , above the rattle of the bones and heaviness of the muscle ; the man has enough strength to moan , but not to open his eyes . he wonders if that will persuade nicki : they do not look at you , not if you don't let them . not if you're quick about it .

" it is a necessity . " there is still blood on his tongue , which has always been clumsy where nicolas is concerned . it dribbles down his chin and he is quick to bring his hand to cover and wipe at it , horribly shamefaced . his eyes feel hot and wet , and that is enough to send a flash of irritation , lightning quick , through his chest and across his brow . " we do what we must , as we always have . "

[mecwmellc]

random little thing for @stlispenard

julia knew from the start that this wouldn't be an easy task, asking for everyone to come back together for a little reunion. throughout her documentation it was obvious that there was still some bad blood between the band, most notably her dad and eddie and whatever the fuck had been going on between him and daisy. but out of everyone she hadn't expected uncle graham to be the most firm.

her face fell at the first "no" and then he went on to explain that he was completely devoted to his own kids, he didn't want to stir the pot again. the six was over, that chapter of his life was finished. julia knew that he had always wanted kids, he had doted on her whenever she was in the studio waiting for her dad to finish up whatever he was doing and listening to him and karen recount their story was definitely one of the more awkward moments. still though, this was her uncle. surely she could think of something.

[wr1tten]

continued from here.

𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗔  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬.      𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎  should  be  at  the  𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕  of  her  mind.      especially  not  the  ʀᴀᴋᴇ  before  her.  the  one  meant  to  be  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  her  sister            (    𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘴  𝘵𝘰  𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵    )            of  all  the  attempts  to  keep  her  gaze  on  the  𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅;      the  suitors  she  could  acquire  at  the  ₗₐₛₜ  ₘₒₘₑₙₜ  in  order  to  shift  the  younger  sharma’s  focus,    kate  kept  finding  her  eyes  𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  on  the  𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺.      the  𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫  in  her  side.      𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛  𝑜𝑓  𝘩𝑒𝑟  𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 

her  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  on  the  dance  floor  was  the  fault  of  edwina.      encouraged  to  pursue  a  𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫  of  her  own    —    only  to  be  dancing  with  the  ꜱᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ  of  all  her  plans.            ❝    the  ton  expects  you  to  dance  with  my  sister  the  𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.      not  a  soul  would  have  thought  it  𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫,    ❞            it  would  be  ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ  to  dismiss  the  feeling  ᵈᵉᵉᵖ  in  her  chest.      but  now  she  was  expected  to  dance  with  him  as  if  his  touch  didn’t  ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ.      𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠  𝑜𝑛  𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠;    it  felt  𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨.      like  she  was  ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ  ₐ  ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ  just  by  dancing  with  him.           

❝    do  not  be  𝚍𝚊𝚏𝚝,    lord  bridgerton.      you  are  well  aware  that  i  have  no  𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨  of  marrying.      i  am  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  being  a  spinster,    ❞            attention  shifted  from  edwina’s  movements  back  to  @stlispenard.      peering  up  at  him  from  𝒷ₑₙₑₐₜₕ  ₗₐₛₕₑₛ,            ❝    𝑖  𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙  𝑏𝑒  𝑖𝑛  𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎  𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛  𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠.      i  hardly  believe  a  ᵐᵃⁿ  ᵒᶠ  ʰⁱˢ  ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ  would  desire  to  remove  himself  from  the  ᴅᴇʙᴀᴜᴄʜᴇʀʏ  allotted  here  in  london.    ❞            for  a  moment  she  𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍  the  idea.      𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒  𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠  𝑚𝑎𝑛  𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑  𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒  𝘩𝑒𝑟  𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦;      but  then  anthony  entered  her  thoughts.      as  long  as  he  was  around,    they  would  be  of  𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  to  one  another.      they  would  ᴅɪꜱʜᴏɴᴏʀ  each  other.      only  a  𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕  would  think  they  would  manage  dallying  around  as  relations  by  marriage.      𝑖𝑡  𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑  𝑏𝑒  𝑎  𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟.  

[mecwmellc]

@stlispenard sent "when was the last time you slept?" / whitaker @ langdon(?)

"shit, do i look that bad?" langdon asks, rubbing at his face. he stares at the redbull dana slided over to him a few minutes ago, willing it to open on its own he's so tired. "i don't want to think about that too hard, tanner caught something from school yesterday so abby and i were taking turns all night last night. i thought i was gonna finally get some shuteye when my stupid alarm went off," he answers. he finally opens the can and takes a swig, praying the caffeine kicks in sooner rather than later.

"how was your morning?" he asks, looking over at whitaker. he's heard a few stories about him and santos living together, usually from princess and perlah but sometimes it's santos herself explaining something. he tries to not listen in, santos doesn't like him at the moment and for good reason, but he can't help himself. gossip is just as common in an er as anything else.

[klarsynt]

miss u lots and lots

i miss u more actually @stlispenard