#chinhands

Exhibit A.1: two people who are extraordinarily bad at communication and Feelings ™.

YEAH THAT'S RIGHT.......it's time for a comic redo! And I'm only, uhhhh, a week late for Tev's birthday. I'm sure hurt feelings, confusion, and inconveniently timed personal revelations are what she'd want for the occasion.

RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS.

@melniibone : SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk. ( reverse )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he carries the man with an awkward sort of reverence in his eyes. elric leans heavily upon siegfried's shoulder. not that the weight affects him, not that he even feels it. it is the silence that hangs between them that unsettles him ( filled only with the albino's occasional grunts and siegfried's awkward accompanying hums ) . this man isn't what he'd call a friend. and yet, somehow, siegfried dearly hopes he is alright after his magic trick.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i've never seen anything like that before. ” he compliments a bit uncertainly. what else is he to say ? what is there to say ? the other has conjured up a tempest, out of the very air around them. siegfried is only familiar with alberich's magic. he knows the dwarf is powerful. but even he can not control the weather.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ but . . . personally, ” he starts anew when they've arrived where siegfried has steered them. slowly and carefully he pulls elric's arm from around his shoulders before maneuvering the man down upon a tree stump. it doesn't go as gently as siegfried would have hoped and elric lands on his behind with a dull thud.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to gloss over his mistake the dragonslayer lets out a forced chuckle. “ —i would have preferred a gentle rain. ” he finishes his sentence finally. for a moment he only stares down at elric's limp form where a head of platinum hair leans against his belly. siegfried holds him upright by his shoulders, but in order to escape the awkward position he opts to crouch before the exhausted melnibonéan.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀curtains of white hair hang in front of the warrior's eyes. and siegfried knows not what to do with one who is still barely there. perhaps he should be checking if his eyes are still in focus, check if his skin has gone as cold as that of a corpse. the thought puts a sinking feeling in his stomach. he should call to alberich for help. and if he can offer nothing else by himself, then he at least should offer comfort. or something . . . a piece of his mind, or soul, if that is what he must give to keep the other interested and awake.

@glorykill said: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ from maul. [ prompt. ]

nightmares. they still come and go sometimes. even all these years later, they seep into his dreams and infect them. he'd woken up jarringly and gasping for air. roba's long gone but he's still in there. comes creeping in every now and again when simon's mental forces are down. thus, he'd decided not to go back to sleep. ghost finds a quiet place outside where he stands rigidly, gaze focused on the horizon. his heart is slowing back to its regular pace and his fists aren't clenched or sweaty anymore; though his eyes might betray his tiredness.

simon draws in a lengthy breath. half-way through exhaling, he hears maul's footsteps. knows they're maul's because... he just does. recognises the pattern, the thought behind every step. he'd trained himself to listen for his father's footsteps as a child. and since then? it'd become a habit. a survival instinct. simon's expression, despite being masked, doesn't change at maul's approach. he doesn't meet his gaze, conscious his eyes alone might tell him too much. ghost hasn't needed company for decades. why would he need it now? the challenge sits heavy on the tip of his tongue. he debates whether to say it, then decides against it. because the second the crime lord made his presence known to him, the world became a little clearer. and a little less... lonely.

he wonders, however, whether maul truly had such a genuine intention or whether it's really him that'd needed ghost's company. for a good few moments, he's unsure what to say and ghost is chomping at the bit to bite. so he remains silent for a while. until the burning urge to trigger conflict subsides and he feels more at peace. " this feels nice, " he comments stiffly. a subtle show of appreciation as well as satisfaction.

despite every good bass teacher saying “don’t buy a new bass bc it’s shiny” I’m like “but what if it’s extra shiny tho”

I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side.