#abysswarden

"What? You really still on about that?" Good lord. "It's like I've been telling you: you're worse than a mule." Better yet, worse than an itch after crawling through eves! Huffing out a breath, Henry, sweating pools by the furnace, wipes at his nape half-burned with the season. He knows he's all chivalry, this black-bannered champion with his face still veiled, but having his back in that row some weeks ago? It'd been nothing. And dear lord, had he a little more selfishness, he'd know that, too. "I told you already," he starts again. Tink, tink. "It's not at all like that." Clang, clang. No. "I didn't go doing what I did so you can go on rambling about repaying some favor. You'd have done the same for me, and I'm betting that, I am." Henry's hammer stills. He looks. So... "Does it got to be complicated?" he wonders aloud.

@abysswarden || channy being CUTE AS FUCK RN

There are many things Sam has become accustomed to in his long life. Disappointments. The rising feeling in the pit of his stomach before the inevitable fall. Filling up half of an unfamiliar bed, turning to a warm body he’d met only hours before.

This, however, he is not inured to: Slike, impossibly dark and impossibly tall, making himself known. Sliske had asked if he wanted to go on a date.

“Jeez. Like hitting the jackpot,” he plays, rumbling and bright. He clicks his briefcase shut. “Yeah, I mean, we’ll break out some wine, get a couple of red roses. Maybe some moonlight serenade... ”

Sliske looks serious.

Sam’s mouth begins to slant, and he stills behind his desk.

@abysswarden / sc

❝ The hell are they feeding you? ❞ hardly subtle, hardly graceful-—but Horangi wasn't known for being either. ❝ Can't be the garbage they feed us on base. I could probably find something better in the lint in my pockets...❞