#theirpaths

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Don’t Touch

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@theirpaths

“No, no, don’t-- Don’t touch that, you’re doing it wrong.” The elder snapped, moving as quickly as he could to reach the grabby hands of the other. “These books are very fragile and very old and need to be treated with care.” He explains, gently taking hold of said book.

“Imagine you’re holding a baby, yes? That level of gentleness...times ten.”

[tohaveforever]

@theirpaths — micro.

frank doesn’t sleep much, but she’s only guessing. she’s not awake much either, between the pain medication and the pain itself, being shot in the chest was not the vacation she had been looking for. and frank wouldn’t tell her about the babies, just kept telling her, in that gruff voice, i’ll explain soon. rest. 

but rest in this rough little hospital room in what felt like a warehouse, rest was getting old. she pushed dark hair out of her face, and eased herself to the edge of the bed, to let her legs dangle. the thin hospital gown had been traded for one of frank’s black t-shirts, swimming on her petite frame.

she finds her footing, ground cool under bare feet, and wanders the edge of the bed, keeping it close in case she fell. strength, such as it is, returns to her, and she wants to get out of this small space. she can hear keyboard keys clacking, soft music, and she wanders to it, finding a man sitting at a desk with lots of screens. it’s not frank, she doesn’t know who he is, or where her husband is. her footsteps are nearly silent, something she doesn’t think about.

her voice is soft, throat hurts.

‘ uh.. hi. do you.. do you know where frank is? ‘

[conflicctd-blog]

❛ buuullshit! i ain’ stupid! ❜ “i’m fine” is this old geyser’s best fuckin’ friend, and he can tell shit was far from okay. yeah, sure, this kid didn’t have to tell him a damn thing — but he hangs out in a place like this for a reason, right? ❛ look, y’don’ gotta tell me JACK, y’hear? ain’ a requirement. but don’ think i don’ see it. ❜

    he can FEEL eyes on him;  gaze averted into his lap, nervously fidgeting. static fills his brain, fear settled deep inside of his gut as he sifts through a menagerie of excuses. ❛ really ------ it’s not a big deal. sometimes, my dad’s kind of an asshole, is all.  ❜  shifting his eyes up towards the older male, he redirects his attention towards the garage, choosing to watch them work, instead.  ❛  i come here to get away from it.  ❜

[gatecoeur]

theirpaths needs a hideout

“Look, whoever it is that you’re looking for, it ain’t me,” the disguised shapeshifter scoffed. “Now could you PLEASE go bother somebody else? I’ve had a shitty enough day as it is.”

{ @theirpaths }