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sanguinesoldiers·:

—- NANCY THOMPSON did not even flinch as the stranger addressed her as he did. she was about the last person who would judge him for his reaction— given that she was a licensed and practicing clinical psychologist back in woodshore. it was in her nature to be empathetic, and to extend offers of help, to those who were in distress, but she would never judge them. and not only because she was sworn by ETHICS not to, but because she believed quite strongly that everyone had their reasons for experiencing all of the emotions that they did— even if these reasons were not readily apparent to them. “i apologize for STARING,” nancy began, her eyes gentle, as she maintained a respectful distance from the man. “it was not my intention to do so— i just saw that you are under stress, and i wanted to see if there was anything that i could do to HELP YOU.” if he needed answers, then she would tell him what she knew. if he needed help locating a hotel, restaurant, or hell, even a bar, then she would direct him. “did you just arrive here?” she asked him, her tone sensitive. the answer might have been obvious to some, but nancy did not want to make any assumptions about the other’s situation. after all, for some, panic was normative— and she did not want to assume that this was more or less grand than something that was an everyday occurrence for him, if that was true. and if it was not? well, she would treat him with the same kindness. 

eddie could f e e l himself shaking where he was sitting --- fingers t r e m b l i n g where they were clutched around his arms. he felt helpless. "no, it's okay. I was probably just overreacting. that's basically.. what I do. my apologies." his voice cut deep in his throat, aching with every word that left him. "oh, uh.. yes, I guess? I actually don't know anymore. my memory's pretty fucked up." there was the softest smile on his face somewhat as a way to excuse himself from the uncomfortable situation. which was probably fucking STUPID seeing that he always felt like a burden. "but have you s e e n how some people wash their hands? though you can barely call it that. they probably spread a shit ton of germs around this damn place. like.. I'm actually going to throw up." with that he took a deep huff of his inhaler, which he gladly still kept with him.

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ironanddust·:

“don’t assume i was trying to hide it,“ cersei shot back as she tilted her head and took his appearance in. he was… at least from what she could possibly assume, sweaty and nervous. two things that either made someone fearful of life, or they were hiding something. but given how he was reacting, he was fearful. tightening her lips into a thin line, she moved towards him and forced a smile. “you need water, possibly a place to sit. would you like to… speak about it?” she could get more flies with honey, after all.

frowning, eddie just kept on glaring at the woman. she was unknown to him, which wasn't much of a SURPRISE to him anymore. nobody was familiar this far. so much for finding ... well, who was he trying to find, anyways? eddie cleared his throat, sitting straight up again. water --- bearer of infection. "no, no no. it's okay. I'm better now." he said even though his heart was almost b u r s t i n g in his chest. "thank you, though."

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sanguinesoldiers·:

—- GOD, THIS DUDE WAS…. THIS DUDE WAS TRIPPING. not that jesse could blame him. his younger self might have felt tempted to say ‘fuck off,’ and to leave this guy to his own devices… to figure it out by himself, because he’d rather smoke a bowl with his boys, but…. time had changed him. he understood PANIC far better than he’d ever wanted to learn how it felt— but it had become the most reliable emotional state to him. jesse understood what it felt like to have the air sucked out of his lungs, to feel absolutely helpless. sometimes, his legs froze in place, and sometimes, they sped up. sometimes, his senses became so DULL, that he feared that he would miss important signals, and sometimes, he was so AWARE of everything that not even an ant could creep up on him. but the difference between him and the stranger was that JESSE had time to adjust to his new reality… and by the looks of this guy, it did not seem that eddie had the chance. “i promise, dude…. i’m not trying to STARE at ya. but you’re kinda hard NOT to look at right now, you know what i’m saying?” he did not intend his words harshly, but eddie’s anxiety was attracting public attention. jesse stepped forward, keeping his tone low, but steady. “how about we get away from this crowd, hmmm? i can tell you what i know— but first, you’ve got to take some DEEP BREATHS, and try to get a hold of yourself.” 

there was something about that guy. something that he couldn't quite put his fingers on. something positive, he could figure that much. hence why eddie felt himself relax a little bit more. hazel eyes fixed onto the careful movements of the other. he could see that he was trying his best to stay c a l m around him --- to make it easier to trust. "y..yeah, I guess." it was nonsensical, almost. but here was to HOPE the man understood, which apparently didn't seem as far fetched and it was nice to have someone so genuinely caring, even if it was a complete stranger. eddie had always been delicate. he needed people to look after him, to make decisions for him. or that was at least what his mother always told him. "oh, that's really nice of you. but I don't want to be a burden. you probably have something more important to do, aye?" he wheezed, mastering a small smile. maybe it was enough to convince the guy that he was okay or something.

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keepthestorm·:

“good heavens,” tahani blustered, voice all breath as she racked her brains for the perfect anecdote she erroneously assumed would soothe the other’s fear; her mouth hung open slightly, stunned by the linguistic choice and the overall brashness of him ( if she could remember her many afterlives, perhaps it would be easier to handle ) before she scolded herself — silent, internal — and the hertfordshire school for expressionless girls alumna ceased disappointing her many teachers, “you look rougher than ricky gervais when he agreed to host the golden globes again!” 

eddie could only l a u g h at that. he didn't fully understand but he laughed nontheless. "well, I guess that's exactly what I look like, huh. so.. that's fair." he shrugged before curling both arms around his legs. it was a way to shield himself from, well, literally anything. "can you tell me where we are, please? 'cause I'm only mere seconds away from busting a full on anyeurism."

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handsbloodied·:

“hope you’re not dumb enough to take it as a compliment,” ygritte snarked back without the slightest pause for hesitation. she had been doing a lot of staring at people since she had woken up on this foreign planet. the old gods certainly had no kind of explanation for how she could have woken up in a place like this when the last thing that she remembered was dying. “you might be easier on the eyes than fish face over there, but barely. you look ready to piss your pants. you not from ‘round these parts either, lad?”

fleetingly, eddie's gaze wandered over to said person --- a breathless laughter pushed past his lips at that. "well, you would be damn right about that.'cause, oh my god, those are some googly ass fish eyes, if you'd ask me. like is he okay, what the hell." putting all fun aside almost instantly after that, eddie pushed himself away a couple of inches --- creating a space between him and the other's. nothing could defeat the hygenic demon within him. the URGE to wash his hands i t c h e d in each of his fingers. "oh, uh.. no. no, i'm from queens. bit fucking far from here, i'd assume."

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rxdemptxn·:

“i mean, its kind of hard not to fuckin’ stare at you when you look like you could cry at any given moment.” let it be known that rosalie hale was never one for subtlty, nor was she really one for human emotions and how…fragile they tend to be. she takes her eyes away from the other, turning switftly in her chair to press her knees against the table infront of her. “what the fuck has gotten you so worked up?”

"what has gotten me so worked up?" there was a w h e e z e in his voice that rustled through his every word. "well, for starters.. I don't know where the FUCK I am, I don't know where this damn place is. and.. and who the fuck are you?" wild hands gestured around him before dropping helplessly back to his sides. his heart r a c e d in his chest. "I'm gonna have a stroke, I'm sure of it, oh my god." which he mostly whispered to himself.

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remnants-scattered-through-time·:

Threepio hadn’t realized that they had been starting until they heard the other’s comment. They let out a soft chuckle before rubbing the back of their neck. “My sincerest apologies. I was so deep in thought that I hadn’t realized that somebody was there. I’m… I’m sorry.” They turned their glance towards the ground and let a soft sigh escape. For a moment they thought about asking him if he was okay but decided against it. “I’m guessing that you aren’t from around here, right? Did you also happen to wake up in a hotel room with a note saying something about being on Alderaan?” They asked with a small and curious smile.

wide brown eyes burned holes into the other. the breath he unknowingly had been holding in escaped his slightly parted lips. "n.. no. I'm certainly not from around here. I'm from queens." speaking it outloud instantly felt WRONG. he wasn't sure if anyone even knew where queens was. which was fucking h y s t e r i c a l. at least this person seemed to understand --- soothing. "so.. alderaan, huh?"

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freaking out --- eddie was freaking out, to say the least. well, yeah.. he usually was. but this was a n o t c h and a half above anything he knew before this. he had been TRICKED, fooled into coming. of course, eddie, leave it to you to fall for stupid shit like this. "fuck.." he silently hissed. "bold of you to assume I won't notice you fuckin' staring at me.." edward kaspbrak wasn't known to be a social butterfly. never was ;; never will be. he was shy, awkward --- maybe even bossy and harsh. yet meeting up with the daggering glance wasn't much of a task to him. maybe henry bowers shit did make him tougher.