#threadfree

[animatronicabundance-archived]

@threadfree asked: " papa. " charlie is staring at her father as she stands in the doorway of his home. " i'm just dropping in to say hi... "

Henry had just been getting up to go on a grocery run, the man only ever noticed he was out when there was barely a crumb in the pantry, he hadn’t expected company but as he entered the living room…..there she was. A ghost of the past, though which was hard to say as a second of eye contact and his mind is racing with how much she looks like her mother. 

“...Charlotte.”

Hand in pocket, a nervous fiddle with the wedding ring he never bothered to take off as it helped him get his thoughts together. 

“W-Would you like to come in for a hot drink ? It’s cold out and I don’t want you to catch a chill….I still have the old espresso machine.”

Old thing, older than Henry, passed down from his mother to him because his sister didn’t care for the taste. Always took a couple of hits on the top of it to get it started but it made a nice cup.

[bitessback]

❝ @threadfree asked : % : [sender] relaxing/recovering with [receiver] after a match

they   never   knew   how   to   respond   to   worry.   avoiding   another's   gaze   while   flinching   and   evading   every   attempt   to   grasp   at   them   -   (   don't   touch   me.   don't   touch   me.   i'll   crawl   out   of   my   skin!   )   which   is   why   they   preferred   this   much   more !

hunkered   near   the   campfire,   they   mostly   preferred   to   remain   outside   of   the   group,   off   towards   the   tree-line   in   the   dark   and   to   themselves.   but   as   of   late   they've   been   finding   more   comfort   in   sitting   a   touch   closer,   but   only   to   charlie.   the   other   survivors   were   kind   enough,   but   jamie   didn't   trust   them,   not   one   bit   and   that   feeling   felt   very   mutual.  

there   was   always   an   air   about   jamie,   the   way   they   carried   themselves,   that   was   rather   intimidating.   the   resting   scowl,   the   arms   crossed   tightly   over   their   chest,   the   way   they   snapped   at   others   if   they   thought   someone   was   out   of   line.   𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ! - o'   so prickly & cruel, like a saguaro. ( never a sunflower, like they wanted to be. ) that's   what   they   were,   and   there   remained   power   in   being   far   away   from   others !

there's   still   a   sizeable   distance   between   them,   jamie   wasn't   the   touchy   type.   always   quick   to   brush   off   any   concern   thrown   their   way   and   shy   away   from   an   outstretched   hand.

❝   m'fine,   m'good.   pain   doesn't   last   long   after   the   trial   anyways.   ❞

(   but   the   scars   certainly   did !   )   [ . . . ] turning   to   charlie   after   a   bout   of   silence   they   open   their   mouth   and   then   close   it   a   few   times,   eye   darting   around   as   they   seem   to   be   struggling   to   find   the   words -   (   the   courage   ) -   to   speak.

❝   are   ...   are   you   okay?   ❞

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . accepting !

[funtimes-n-faz-kids]

“ What the hell are you doing? “ @ lizzie !

To be fully honest, her excitement of seeing her friend for the first time in-who knew how long may have impacted her judgement, but she didn't really see that as a negative. To her, a treasured friend had returned, and she couldn't wait to see her again. "I heard you were back in town so..." the strawberry blonde began, giving Charlie a smile. "...Come to think of it, I should've checked the weather first, huh?"

[behindslaughter]

@threadfree replied to your post “Young adult William just hits differently”:

biting him /affectionate

​ // okay but I laughed thinking about Charlie at like toddler age biting William and Henry going "awh she likes you, Uncle Will"

[htchhiker]

hee hee

they just look at each other all smiley

[htchhiker]

‘your house is haunted.’

he doesn't seem bothered by the comment at all ; instead staring at her with an expression that is difficult to place , that sneering grin ever present upon his face. ❛ i reckon every good house has a ghost or two ! ❜

[johnnysslaughterarc]

"do you ever get afraid?" -- @threadfree

do you ever get afraid? the question feels heavy, LOADED, & uncertain. it almost makes him scoff -- ALMOST. when has johnny sawyer been afraid of anything? maybe, once a very long time ago, when monsters under his bed or in the closet felt real. maybe, once a very long time ago, when a mere child believed in fairytales & monsters. FUNNY HOW THAT CHILD BECAME A MONSTER HIMSELF.

❛ i don't get "afraid," ❜ & he means it -- he can't recall the last time he was afraid. at least, not anything recent that seems to strike him as a proper answer. ❛ being afraid is for kids, ❜ he shrugs, then, the phrase deep rooted, taught from the very best. ❛ everythin' is an adventure, i guess. but, in my opinion, having FEAR leads you astray. FARTHER & FARTHER AWAY FROM WHAT YOU WANT TO ACHIEVE. ❜

[splinterdsouls]

“Excuse me sir, you can’t read.” @ William :3c

William crosses his arms in front of his chest, staring at Charlie. He exhales through parted lips, then raises an eyebrow. "I believe that I can read, && I have been reading for a few years." He's not usually annoyed by Charlie, but he feels like she's steadily tap-dancing on his very last nerves.

She reminds him of Henry that way.

"What makes you think I can't read?"