#whatnotwho

[portraiyal]

@whatnotwho​ sent: " Don’t mind me. I’m as happy as a cricket here. " 

          ‘ it’s three a.m. in you’re in my flat. i’m having a bit of a hard time sleeping through that. ‘ even knowing that it was there didn’t help her much, she couldn’t lie in bed without closing her eyes and imagining clawlike shadows on the walls or about to grab her. her dog seemed equally restless at the strange figure in the other room. ‘ can’t you turn... this off for a little bit? i have work in the morning. ‘

[baseyra]

@whatnotwho said: “ i feel like you’re mad at me, and i don’t know what i did. "

"mad? not particularly,” basira’s back is to the creature (what had elias called it? an irritant?) as she reshelves a few particularly useless volumes that she’d make the mistake of thinking might have some information about the unknowing. her fingers leave the spine of the last one and she braces herself almost imperceptibly before turning to face the thing calling itself michael.

“let’s call it wary. what are you doing here, anyway? shouldn’t you be bothering jon or something? he’s not here.” martin had finally convinced him to take a lunch break, and basira had been enjoying the relative quiet. she’s sure tim is still around here somewhere, probably sulking, but other than that, it’s pretty much just her and melanie down in the archives.

or, it was.