#wovensoft

[gobagx]

"The best part of my day is when I get to be with you."

her  voice  breaks  through  the  silence  jack's  been  steeped  in  for  quite  some  time,  melted  into  the  sofa.  the  night  has  been  washed  from  his  pores,  memories  of  accident  victims  and  patients  with  flus  so  bad  they  dare  to  come  in  at  three  AM  circled  the  drain  when  he  showered.  jack  will  make  it  to  bed,  eventually,  but  zehra  is  a  sleepy  gal,  so  he  tries  not  to  crash  into  the  bed  and  wake  her  prematurely  in  these  early  morning  hours.  it  seems  that's  happened  despite  his  best  efforts,  though.  she's  declaring  jack  the  best  part  of  her  day,  and  right  now  that  best  part  is  taking  place  promptly  at  8:16.  his  eyes  flit  up  in  zehra's  direction,  finding  her  posed  in  the  doorframe.  jack  extends  his  arms.  ❝  morning  rosebud,  ❞  freshly  laundered  shorts  clothe  his  empty  lap.  it's  the  perfect  spot  for  zehra  to  continue  her  morning  repose.  the  doctor  leaves  a  kiss  on  her  lips  when  she  comes  closer.  ❝  guess  it's  not  so  bad  i  woke  ya  then.  ❞

[gobagx]

¹¹⁾ linked pinkies

she  cannot  separate  from  him  for  even  a  moment.  jack  knows  this.  it  was  his  bad,  really,  to  stray  away  to  another  bookshelf  in  a  shop  that  smells  like  coffee  beans  and  yellowing  pages.  the  sudden  locked  pinky  from  his  wife  doesn't  surprise  him.  beau  is  distracted  down  yonder,  petting  one  of  the  bookstore  owner's  many  shelf  strolling  felines,  and  the  spine  of  stephen  king's  the  stand  had  drawn  jack  to  an  aisle  before  zehra  was  done  in  fantasy  romance.  he's  still  carrying  her  basket  of  books  and  trinkets,  though.  don't  worry.  he  carries  all  the  bags. 

[gobagx]

🐾 — “the cat’s in the wrapping paper. again.”

❝  no,  no,  no,  no,  ❞  jack's  whistles  are  melodious  and  in  warning,  snapping  thick  fingers  at  the  quartet  of  kitties.  he  reaches  and  leans,  laying  onto  his  side  on  the  rug  to  separate  the  felines  from  the  baseball  wrapping  paper  that  beau's  birthday  presents  are  getting  covered  in.  jack  physically  removes  bad  bad  billie  from  the  room,  because  she's  torn  apart  an  entire  spool  of  ribbon.  ❝  kids  are  better  behaved  than  these  damn cats.  ❞

[stagborne]

“I’m not scared of you. And its sad that you seem scared of yourself.”

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

“By what measure do you think I am afraid?”

Fear had a way of cruddling inside of Will. It never lasts long and has rarely ever proved as a reason he acts. It was never the fear of himself, only the fear of what he had always been – as if validating it would make it grow stronger, more insatiable. But it turns out, just as always, Will is perfectly composed in the fortress of his mind. He knows himself, recognizes himself there, and has nothing to fear.

“When we are at the pinnacle of our own continuity, then there is rarely anything to truly fear. I know myself, and any pointless weariness has long since ceased. Fear is man-made. You are capable of outgrowing it.”

[manusinmanos]

❛ that noise? oh, that's just the manor settling, dear. old houses, old floorboards, old pipework. personally, i find it to be rather soothing. ❜

( one liner prompt + @wovensoft + currently accepting. )

[razorfst]

@wovensoft liked for a werewolf one-liner

Unfamiliar scent reaches the wolf, following it until he spies what looks to be a lone figure and one that the wolf felt could be a meal.

[absentpublic]

@wovensoft: ❛ if i crash on the couch , can i sleep in my clothes ? ❜ / accepting.

her head tilts like a bird’s, brow pinching. what an odd question, she thinks. are those two things somehow intrinsically connected? annette has slept on couches in both day clothes & pajamas, though for very different reasons. “i d — i d-don’ see, um … wh-why it’d. um. m - matter. might … m-might be, uh. less com - comf-fortab-ble. but.”

a small shrug. if one is tired enough, she supposes that wouldn’t really matter.

[rctman]

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❝ Excuse me, where's the tavern in this village? Might you know? I need to find it. ❞