altusimperius: (u love me)
altusimperius ([personal profile] altusimperius) wrote2017-07-26 06:14 pm

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tell him how pretty he is
archademode: (at the end of all things)

[personal profile] archademode 2021-04-21 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
That hand withdraws, then, pulling away from Benedict’s shoulder to reassemble the gap between them. There is no immediate comfort in medicine, only the bitterness of it, or the sting of a needle, yet in the aftermath....

“I shall fetch you something to eat.”

It’ll offer the man time to breathe. To acclimate himself in the warmth of a kindled fire, his own security in that given space a mild easement.

To brace himself, as he must learn to.
archademode: (Leaving traces of emotion)

[personal profile] archademode 2021-04-21 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He’ll need to dress. He’ll need his shoes— there’s no denying that to tarry any longer would, in fact, cause unnecessary delay...and likely spark Jone’s penchant for retaliatory mischief.

So he draws himself upright, moving over to the window to retrieve his helmet, fitting it neatly back into place as preparation for his own departure. He cannot confess aloud that he was, in fact, looking forward to the idea of companionship over breakfast.

But no matter.

“I am unable to join the both of you today. Put forth a strong effort.”
archademode: (When the fire starts)

[personal profile] archademode 2021-04-21 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
“None joyous. I will be speaking on your behalf.”

The sooner the better, is his belief in this— and he still has much, much more to read before Flint’s wretchedly assigned task is completed.