#tendrcsse

[hubflowcr]

                                             @tendrcsse

❛  uh... sure, i can help you. i’ll travel with you. free of charge, of course.  ❜ 

[technicianthompson-blog]

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δ:For my muse wanting to show that they need your muse

Exhausted. That was the only word for it. Exhausted. Too tired from working through Hell Week to move and too tried from barking orders through Hell Week while arguing with Rabbit Ears and the Stage Manager both to talk.

Lucille gave him that smile. He’d seen it before. He’d put that smile on a thousand faces. That sad but accepting smile which said only that she knew he didn’t want her or need her and that it was ok.

Despite the fatigue Daniel forced himself from his chair only to collapse around her. Arms circling her waist. Face pressed against her shoulder.

“Dan...?” A startled laugh. 

There was a thought to kiss her. But he dismissed it. Instead he turned his face toward her neck, holding back the urge to cry into the place where it met her shoulder. Lucille deserved a hell of a lot better than this. Someone else should need her a hell of a lot more. One hand found the back of her shirt and gripped it tight. An anchor to this feeble, measly thing he called a life.

She didn’t need him. She didn’t have to keep coming back. But she did. And every time she showed up again he waited more expectantly for her inevitable return. She asked if he was ok. If he was pushing himself too hard. She didn't make him feel emasculated for having less money than she did and she didn’t seem to blame him for anything. Made him take responsibility maybe. But it wasn’t the same as blame. She really didn’t need a screw up like him. Daniel needed her to keep coming back though. Needed her to believe he was better than he thought he was.

She couldn’t look at him like that again. He couldn't take it. He did need her. Shit he needed her more than he cared to admit and if he wasn’t so tired he’d be in a panic. But no. No there was no energy left to even have an episode. Not enough to keep his knees from buckling either. Barely dregs left to pull the dark haired woman gently to the ground with him, before passing out entirely. Still curled against her. 

[herscire-blog]

tendrcsse

ℛ. Lutece;; —

             Coffee could be considered as a blessing. Especially the one they served down here in the Central Square Bistro. Unsurprisingly Rosalind would therefore sit there, on a table close to one of the small windows in the corner, blueprints,notes & pencils spread across its surface in a somewhat chaotic & yet oddly tidy manner. A client of hers had suggested this cafe as the OPTIMAL meeting point -- she doubted that. 

            Slim fingers coiled around the handle of her steaming cup ere bringing it to rubicund lips; Ryan had assigned her with a bigger project thus this little endeavour could be seen as a petite additional income. Even if the scientist did not need the money at all. It was the challenge -- PARDON, curiosity -- that had triggered her agreement. 

            Once Rosalind had set down the mug, approaching steps did much to catch her attention. Lasting the rather early hours of the day, the Bistro was a silent & restful place thus it was not hard to register the familiar clicking of pointed heels on the paved ground below.

                “ Good morning,miss. I believe                    we have an appointment ? “

[lockpickprophet-blog]

"If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!" ( I hope it's okay if I send this! vuv )

Disney Princess Quotes {Sentence Starters}

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“It hurts regardless if I am still or not!” Elizabeth breathed deeply to calm down and try to let someone help her out. She was used to aiding herself for the most part if she was ever hurt, but she was too hurt to mend herself back to decent health.