#blue:threads

where: nick's place who: nick dalton ( @endlessreruns )

Blue had started sitting up, but as the long movie progressed, he got tired and moved to lay down, his head on Nick's lap. They hadn't really done anything super cuddly like this before, but he was testing boundaries. He craved affection but was often too anxious to initiate, but maybe this was okay. Hopefully it was. He was cozy, especially with the couch blanket over him.

Blue didn’t mean to follow Clara like a creepy stalker. He’d just noticed her walking through the ring and found himself following. He wanted to know where she was going, curious about her cases, always hoping that certain people were under investigation. He appreciated her sense of justice, admired her big heart. She was one of the good ones. There were so few of them, honestly.

where: art festival who: neptune free (@neptuneisfree)

Blue was fine in the crowd with Nick (well, not fine but better than without them), but as Nick peeled off to watch their sister perform, Blue felt himself suddenly extremely aware of the bodies pressing in around him. He moved off to the side, flinching at each bump and nudge from various elbows and shoulders. He managed to get his back against the wall of a building, breathing hard as he clutched at his chest and rapidly beating heart.

where: art festival who: kirby (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

Nick had stepped away to watch their sister perform, and Blue was left standing staring after them, not entirely sure what to do with himself now. They knew nothing of art, and there were so many people it was really overwhelming. He kept thinking they knew as they glanced at him. They saw the blood on his hands and were wary, maybe even afraid.

He pulled away from the crowd, finding himself on the fringes, wishing for a hole to swallow him. It was only when he spotted Kirby that he relaxed some, relieved to see a familiar face. "Kirby!" He lifted his hand in a slight wave, hoping to catch their attention.

There was nowhere Blue could go where he didn't feel like a hulking Frankenstein. He wasn't even that tall, but just knowing the destruction his hulking body and hands could do made him incredibly aware of everything around him. It made him easily overstimulated, but at the same time, he wanted to go places and do things with Nick and his friends and family. He wanted so desperately to be normal, to make sure nobody was ever scared of him.

Being here was a lot, but holding Nick's hand made it easier.

"So . . . what do we do?" he asked after a moment.

Blue had heard about the breakup through the commune grapevine, and he sought out Kirby, hovering in the doorway of the bedroom. "Hey," he said, not entirely sure what to say. ". . . Are you okay?"

where: the knightleys' who: kirby (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Blue had heard through the grapevine that Kirby had gotten injured and was recovering at the Knightleys' house. He made his way over one day, stuffed shark in hand. He'd named it Tuna. Partly as a joke, partly in honor of Neptune.

He hugged it to his chest as he was let inside and over to where Kirby was. "Hi," he said softly. "I heard someone hurt you. Are you okay?"

where: the commune who: neptune free (@neptuneisfree )

Blue was entering the kitchen for a snack when he noticed someone already there. He froze at first before realizing it was Neptune. He relaxed and continued into the kitchen.

“I still have your shark. I’m sorry. Do you want it back?” he asked tentatively, not really wanting to give it back but knowing it was the right thing to do.