#atticdweller

       “he’s... he’s just tired. we had a bit of a rough night last night. here, i’ll-- let me.” and by that she means that every night is a rough night. jamie has never once slept longer than three hours at a time, and his crying is really starting to piss off her uncle -- and then jamie can’t get back to sleep because of his yelling, and the whole cycle continues. jane can’t think of another time in her life when she was this exhausted.

          FINGERS  MOVE  CAREFULLY THROUGH  the other’s hair, the room silent. his free hand holds shay’s, their fingers intertwined. bodhi brings shay’s hand to his lips, a gentle kiss pressed to his knuckles. ❝ do you wanna go upstairs ? ❞ he speaks softly, baby blues focused on the man resting in his lap. bodhi presses a kiss to his forehead before shifting to sit a little straighter. ❝ c’mon, baby, let’s go lay down.. ❞ 

          ❝ hey, if ya don’t get up, i’m gonna drag ya outta bed by your goddamn feet. ❞ he’s already annoyed that he had to climb the ladder, the fact shay’s ignoring him isn’t making it any better. he goes over, giving shay’s shoulder a push. ❝ c’mon, baby boy, get up. got shit to today, geddup. ❞ rafael yanks the covers from over shay’s head, kneeling beside the bed to move his fingers through the boy’s messy hair. ❝ you feelin’ okay ? ❞

          ❝ just tell ‘im to get his head outta his ass, ❞ he focuses, primarily, on the task at hand ; putting his fucking pistol back together. an unlit cigarette rests between lips, long forgotten in the middle of his work. ❝ i know he’s your da’ and everythin’, but he’s bein’ kind of a dick ‘bout all this, don’t’cha think ? and he ain’t gonna just let it go. ❞

         ❝ come here, baby boy. you’re not lookin’ so hot. ❞ laila can’t help but frown at the sight of the boy, arms open until they can wrap around his slender frame. acrylics comb through slightly tangled hair, lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of shay’s head. since day one, she’s treated this boy as her own son. ❝ is it your head again, my prince ? have you talked to your dads about it, yet ? ya can’t keep goin’ on like this if it’s gettin’ this bad. you’re not goin’ to make me call luis, are you ? ❞