Fuck Jobs

Charlie had spent the day in St Mungo’s offering around cookies to all the staff and students who seemed upset and stressed out. Even though he hadn’t been badly injured himself – a few minor cuts and bruises from the debris – he wanted to stick around to be a shoulder to cry on, even though the constant busyness and bustle of the hospital put him on edge.

After deciding he’d had enough and needed some space, he went to find an empty place to be in. But in his distraction, he bumped into someone, which sent the plate of cookies clattering to the floor. Sorry, he signed, mouthing the word at the same time, then looking down sadly at the cookies.

Lorcan had been running around all day, it seemed, alternating between checking on the injured creatures and on the injured people. It made for quite the journey and a very exhausting day, so she really should have expected that she’d do something klutzy, like running directly into someone. 

Looking at who exactly she’d collided with, she couldn’t help but smile apologetically. My fault. Let me help you? She raised her eyebrows at that, to make it clear that it was a question. She always made it a point to sign with Charlie and Ellie, needing the practice. She hadn’t been expecting to literally run into him today, but that was what she got for running around like she was. 

‘i can’t talk about this shit anymore. not one more word, one word and i’m walking away. i’m serious. i’m fucking useless, you’re useless, we’re all so bloody useless. we can’t help them, we fucking survived and we’re still useless! so, walk away now if you think i can cheer you up right now. because i.. yeah. just go, i’ll apologise later.’ 

‘who are you, again? can’t see a bloody thing with these thing on.’ he complained, pawing at his mask and pulling it up from his eyes. ‘oh shit, hey gorgeous.’

“You know full well that once you find what you are looking for, you are going to be the best dressed person in the room, like usual.”

‘oh it’s no problem, genvieve will be able to get you in for whenever. my goodness, who, who, who? i’m dying of curiosity, lorc. you’ve got to tell!’

Lorcan: so. the masquerade ball is coming up.

Lorcan: and i was thinking

Lorcan: maybe

y’all

‘d’you know what? i do know how hard it is. did it for a video once and bloody hell! NOT easy. anyway. i have like… a personal tailor if you don’t want to bother with madam malkin’s? but either way, i could accompany you!’