#astrapure

"glad to hear it," she replied, turning away from the night sky to look at tess instead. she tucked some hair behind tess's ear, grinning as bright as the stars. "i was starting to think you were getting annoyed at all of these trips." there was always people calling carol. she loved to help, of course, but sometimes... it was more fun with tess around, at least. "or do you just really like this hotel room?"

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                                                            “ REAL ? ”    the mimicry is question in it’s own right, eyes fall on the girl, far more often than not oliver often wonders that himself. what makes a place real ? it is not something that can be held, rolled in the palm of your hand and examined from all angles.  “ is real a matter of fact or fiction ? perhaps a matter of opinion. perspective often skews what men believe to be the truth but then . . . truth wasn’t your question, was it ? ”   he blinks once, twice and oliver bird is of himself again, the sun beating down on suit clad shoulders, hot in the afternoon sky.    “ reality is a matter of perspective, my dear. ”   the faster you learn that, the better.

" it's alright. " dr garvin tries to reason with the girl, the anomaly as the RDA refers to her. this isn't ian's area of expertise, truly he has no footing here but he does his best not to let anyone see that reality. " i just want to talk, then we can work on getting you home, yeah ? "

         the shadow of her face didn’t hinder any expression. nothing he could fall into reading.      yet his own body towered, the hunched over loom of his body to peer into what could be so concerning to them. when the answer relied on her own actions. her own fallen grace to disobey even with conviction of their power. the source of which he understood, believed to this day. hand placed with sprawled fingers to twirl pieces of hair into delicate braids. only to be gripped with a soft hum of disapproval.  “ u n t i l  you decide to 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄.” voice running like venom, being knelt so tight to whisper into her ear. straightening her own calm mind to run rancid with anger. bouncing off of his own pain. 

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲   𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭               before   she   offers   out   her   query      (  ‘ have   you   ever   kept   goldfish   as   pets ? ‘  ) ,       but   this   cements   its   existence   for   a   while   longer .       a   slow   shake   of   the   head ,     slight   but   unmissable   if   @astrapure​   was   really   paying   attention ,     is   all   he’d   give   at   first .      ‘ they’re   very   cute . ‘      lips   purse   with   a   slow   intake   of   breath ,                         ❝  i’ve   never   really   thought   about   it  .  .  .  ❞                            about   keeping   one ,     whether   they’re   cute ;     were   they ?       the   more   he   considered   the   longer   he   remained   indifferent   to   both .                         ❝  i’d   prefer   a   cat .     better   company ,    dry . ❞                            his   shrug   signals   the   end   of   his   contemplation ,                         ❝  it’s   not   at   the   top   of   my   birthday   list ,     if   that’s   why   you’re   asking . ❞    

i will wait. would it be bad if i got some shut eye too? do i need shut eye?