tfw u are sat on a skype call with @triskelionalphas for like an hour doing absolutely nothing

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@triskelionalphas
tfw u are sat on a skype call with @triskelionalphas for like an hour doing absolutely nothing
a hand raises to wipe at his mouth, and he glances over as she talks. “ then don’t. “ is all he manages to mumble, eyes closing as he rests his head back against the couch, deep breaths being taken. his stomach hurts, the lining of his throat feels like it’s on fire. oh, shit, it’s happening. it’s officially happening. he’s coming down. “ no. it’ll jus’ make it worse. some water though, please. “
she mumbles to herself as he moves about on the sofa, waiting to let her own nausea pass before turning around to face him again. “yeah. water.” the werewolf shook her head and headed towards the kitchen, stepping around a destroyed table in the process. it would take days to clean this mess up. moments later she is stood besides him, hanging him a glass. “you need to go get cleaned up.”
“Yeah I’m sure you wouldn’t. Even though you’re the only blood family other than Peter I have left.”
“Woah - what. When did I say I didn’t care about you?”
❛ huh? ❜ he stands motionless, struck by confusion for a short-lived moment as if she’s the one here that rolled up to his doorstep unannounced. ❛ ——– right. yeah, i left my jacket. i need it, ❜ & heedlessly, unwelcome, he slips past her and makes his way inside. ❛ y’know where it is? ❜
her lips part to answer him -- but he’s already moving past her into the place she calls home. for a few moments she just watches him move about the place, but soon enough her eyes narrow and she finds herself back inside her loft, arms crossing. “why would your jacket be here? last time you were here I’m pretty sure you were still wearing it when you left.”
“—-Well I could say something….except I…don’t really have anything to
say under this kinda pressure.”
“I’m hardly putting pressure on you. It’s just weird for you to stare at me and not say anything.”
@triskelionalphas
“Long time, no see. Where’ve you been?”
“Spending time with my sister. Why? Didn’t think you’d care.”
his head aches. he’s shivering, fingers still twitching against his kneecaps. there’s something in his head telling him this is all okay, that he can get through this, but his body doesn’t quite seem to agree. hes about to talk, but when he opens his mouth, he has to lean forwards, in order to empty his stomach contents onto the floor. a small, pained groan leaves him after a moment, and he shrugs. “i’ll jus’ tell them i can’t work. “
as soon as the vomit hits the air she has to turn around, cover her mouth to stop herself gagging at it, people being gutted in front of her? sure she can handle that, but someone being sick? that’s a no. “oh my god. I am -- I can’t clean that up.” she swallows thickly and peeks at him over her shoulder, concern flitting across her face at how pale he looks. “should i get you some dry toast or something?”
“are you seriously telling me all that happened in the time I was gone?”
jo and alex’s new home (✿◠‿◠)
eyes roll slightly, and he somehow manages to make it onto the couch, that is possibly the only thing left in place. he’s starting to really regret ever texting her today, honestly. he had forgotten what day it was until he spoke about her. fingers twitch on his knee caps, eyes closed as his head bows slightly. a small sigh escapes him, and he opens his eyes just to look at her. “ they’ve seen me worse. “
“I’m not -- mad, at you. I’m not saying this stuff to make you feel bad, which clearly you aren’t anyway. I’m just worried. Look at you. You’re still flying.” sure he might be the doctor and she’s only seen three high people before tonight but the fact his heart is racing, his breathing is shallow and his pupils are the size of saucers tells her something. “what are you gonna do if they call you in tonight, Alex?”
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“you know that’s not what i mean.”
”d’you wanna go out or not, der?”
“not tonight, no. maybe --- tomorrow?”
[ his hand slides across her hip, fingertips just pressing into her skin.]
“---- are you actually going to say anything or just stand there and stare at me?”
#uhm so ok its been so long but?? does anyone want a small starter or smthn #bye
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“hey, it’d be cute.”
”i mean, we could stay in and watch a movie with some pizza if you don’t want to. i just thought it might be nice to go somewhere.”
“I just don’t know where this is coming from. You literally just moved in here and now you want to leave?”