#stxlhjerte

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“...Have you seen a drunk man in blue scrubs and a pink hairband?”

[letoilenord-blog]

@stxlhjerte || continued from x As was usual for Ethan he remained positive, up on his feet and chipper despite all the work that lay behind them as well as ahead of them. Many times those around him would wonder where he got all of that energy from, but one thing was certain- at times it could be quite contagious. Sharing a small grin with the other, calmer than one he usually wore upon his face, he tilted his head slightly to the side as he replied. ✯ “But at the same time that doesn’t mean that we can’t take a break- keep goin’ right away may not be the best course of action..” As the other stood up, Ethan joined him by his side, walking along the path. ✯ “Work can be combined with some leisure, maybe a stroll to jus’ enjoy this forest would do us some good?”

[flosiovis]

“ I hope there’s a damn good punchline coming. ”

You– you’re giving me performance anxiety! [☹️] Now I forgot. Congratulations. No one will ever know how it ends. […pinches ☹️] Rude.

[sprigxfthyme]

@stxlhjerte liked x for a historical starter

“You’re nothing special, you know.”

It was delivered with a matter-of-fact tone, followed by a sigh that was purely weary rather than melancholy. But as she met his his eyes, something more annoyed and fiery crept into her gaze, and a huff entered her voice.

“It’s not like you and the Danes are the first to try to own me. There have been others, and just like them, you’ll be gone soon enough.”

But still, despite the conviction of her tone, she had her doubts, her fears. She sometimes found herself awake late at night, in utter stillness and silence, thinking of just how far across her lands Cnut’s dominion spread, and how long it had been since the seafarers first lay siege to ports and towns along the coast. Still, she waited patiently for the day that she would begin defining herself on her own terms, for to believe that she would never have such a chance was to give up and live life without purpose.  

[sininensalo-a]

@stxlhjerte:

Making a noise halfway between a disgruntled snort and chuckle, he leans forward and grabs the bottle off of the table in between them. Eirik leans back and downs a swig of cheap Finnish beer. There’s an awful look on his face, something that’s not quite a smirk and not quite a grimace, something worse. The shadows under his eyes are deep.

“That’s what everyone does,” he coughed, not looking at Jaakko’s face, “I do. But you’re the champion.”  

“Me? The champion? What do you mean?” Timbre of his voice was deep and together with an inquisitive glance fixed directly on the Norwegian it made Jaakko appear even more solemn than on the daily basis. This is not how the alcohol was supposed to work on him. Though if his companion reacts that way to liquor it’d be inadequate not to follow suit.

He’s genuinely confused; even if it was no one else but him who’d started this conversation in the first place. Who had conducted it the way this topic emerged out of the blue. Well, perhaps it’s his time to add up to the intoxication by having a sip of said cheap beer. Or two sips, actually.

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@stxlhjerte

[x]

  These kinds of conversations always seemed to happen at the most unlikely of times. Now was the wait for a late, late flight.  Eirik’s response had driven Saam to think for a little bit before responing. The other was likely right and the Estonian was not afraid to admit it. “Oh for sure. People need hope, they need explanations for unusual circumstances. They need something to hold on to in one way or another. And they will stop at nothing to create something that suits them.”

[carolinus-rex]

@stxlhjerte​

Nervously, he fiddled with the paperclip in his hands, not daring to look her in the eye. Eirik could feel an uncomfortable tightness in his throat, a near-suffocating sensation. Was she trying to make him feel guilty? Or was she merely venting out her own personal pains? Whatever it was, he was surprised that she trusted him enough to speak like this around him. Surprised, and a little sad. Sad, because he did not believe that he could give her the assurance she deserved.

“I’m sorry that things…..are like that.”

There was a moment of silence after that, not knowing what to continue with––I wasn’t even sure why I had brought it up––or how to react to that he wasn’t dismissing what I just said. I broke the awkward silence with a halfassed smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, and shook my head.        “   My apologies, it wasn’t my intention to tension things and unexpectedly open up, I just…I guess I’m still quite shaken and emotional from the recent events occuring on Friday. Karolinska, the hospital, called me and I volunteered to work…and even if I was focused on the time I think things are finally catching up with me. I know I shouldn’t say this but I doubt you’ll go to the press… ”   I made a pause, thinking this through for a moment, as I moved a strand of hair from my face to behind my ear. “  …I lost an eleven year old yesterday. ”

Even if it felt somewhat releaving to get it off my chest I was afraind I just worsened the situation. I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, and then suddenly short humorless laugh left my lips.        “   You know what, I’m in the mood for coffee, should I make some for you as well? ”

[sininensalo-a]

stxlhjerte replied to your photo: (( I’m making Jaakko in the sims now and look at...

(( I would love to hug him ))

(( honestly??? same ))