#barnaes

they think the second surgery went well   &   she’ll be able to walk again ,   without a cane and without a limp .   but she has to start with painkillers again ,   if she wants it to heal right .   and she hates it .   feel like she has come so far and now she is back on scratch .   day zero once more .   there is also very little in this hospital room that can keep her distracted from the pain or looking at the clock ,   waiting for the next dose for painkillers .   the control of the hospital bed is in her hands when he arrives   &   her back is slowly being lifted ,   before going back down flat ,   before starting to lift once more .   dark gaze shift up to him ,   and seeing it’s not a nurse or a doctor ,   there is a smile growing upon features   :   bed settling in a sitting position .     

@barnaes​ sent: 2)  sender tenderly places several kisses on receiver’s belly. 

              there’s simple joy in the upward curve of her lips as his wander across her skin.  it’s with an equally returned tenderness and adoration that her fingers run through his curls,  fingernails soothingly scraping along his scalp.  she has never stepped foot inside a place of worship,  but sometimes she thinks their bed feels like an altar.  anywhere they lay,  anywhere he touches her or consumes her slowly like she is the last thing his lips will ever savor,  those places are sacred.  this is her holy ground.  as her grasp upon his hair tightens and she gives a teasing tug,  magnolia knows there is nothing—and no one—which could elicit such devotion from her.  his eyes lift to find hers and that is all she will ever have faith in.  she knows his gaze will never look at her with anything other than reverence and hunger. 

@barnaes​ sent: [ FRIDGE ]:     a letter attached to the fridge with magnets for the recipient to read in the kitchen. 

                james ♡

                i know you’re supposed to come home sometime today or tomorrow.  i’m leaving this here in case i’m not there when you do return.  there’s some homemade lumpia in the refrigerator;  a new neighbor cooked a whole huge batch and delivered it to several residents on this floor.   you should definitely eat some,  it’s very delicious and comforting and you need something like that after being away.  also,  if you see an extra cat don’t be alarmed.  i promise i’m not keeping it.  another neighbor is on vacation and i couldn’t say no to watching her.  she’s older and very quiet so she doesn’t bother talos or alpine.  she does like sleeping on your side of the bed,  though,  so if your pillow has cat hair on it that’s why.  she sleeps there more than we do,  though,  so i guess she has more right to it.  

as for why i’m not here,  i’ve been helping a friend with some business.  she has this big job she’s been working on and my art skills are useful for forgery.  she’s the one that got me talos,  i kind of owe her a lot.   but,  i don’t mind even if i didn’t.  it’s usually fun,  or at the very least interesting.  i only got injured once or twice when i lived with her,  but those times were different than something this simple.  and anyway,  the danger with her is low enough that i don’t really remember anything too bad.  if i’m not home i’m probably in some warehouse aging a canvas.  

i can’t wait to see you!  i’ve missed you so much i couldn’t even begin to adequately explain with words.  so,  i’ll just have to settle for showing you once i’ve got my hands on you.  

                                                        *   )   GOTHAM   she  devours  ,   the   earth   shakes   and   one   would   swear   that   the   faint   sound   of   SCREAMING   can    be   heard.  𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝   𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔   ,   𝚢𝚎𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝   𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝.   𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑  𝚍𝚊𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜   𝚋𝚢   𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼   𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢   ,   𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁   𝚠𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚜   𝚒𝚗   𝚊𝚒𝚛    𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜   𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚝   𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂  ‘   you  got   a  better  way?  ’   COWL   masks   face   as   the   glow   from   the   permanently   grey   sky   illuminates   features.   

           i’m  done .  i’m  leaving .   /   @barnaes​

an      empty   ache      had   settled   itself   in   the   cavern   beneath   her   ribcage,   the   last   child   had   been   handed   over   to   strangers.   she'd   been      promised   their   deliverance,      but   there   was   no   trust,      just      a   sour   tasting   hope.   now   she   shares   her   space,   a   so-called   safe   house,   with   a   single   man.   though   he'd      proven   himself   in   resourcefulness,   achieving   what   she'd   measured      impossible      within   just   a   few   short   days.