To: [random contact(s)] From: Thebestmaster
[txt] > hello! i’m taking a survey.
[txt] > what’s your greatest fear?

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To: [random contact(s)] From: Thebestmaster
[txt] > hello! i’m taking a survey.
[txt] > what’s your greatest fear?

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it’s good to see a familiar face, @dcnerunning .
Sean has been here for five or six hours, and he’s still feeling just as conflicted now as when he’d stepped into the taxi. On one hand, it’s nice to be out of jail, but on the other, he can’t find his brother. He’s scrolled through the hundreds of names on the contacts list, even his own, but no Daniel. He’s sitting on a bench for a bus stop and scrolling through the list in a panicked frenzy for what feels like the hundredth time when he finally sees a familiar name.
Clementine. No way... can it really be her ? They’d lost contact months ago, and Sean had always wondered what happened to her and AJ. There are a few long moments of hesitation, gears spinning in concentrated contemplation. If it’s not her, he can just move on. But if it is ? He has to take the chance. The sun is closer to rising than when it had set, but even if she doesn’t answer, at least he can say he tried. It takes him a few more minutes to finally settle on what he sends, and even after deciding, Sean can feel his heart and mind racing with doubt.
To: Clementine From: Sean Diaz
[ Hey... this might be a different Clementine, but do you remember me? ]
@dcnerunning // x
While it was winter, Mello found himself wandering more and more out of his comfort zone by traveling farther away from his condo. This wasn’t his favorite season, or… maybe it was. Mello never really contemplated things like ‘favorites’; that seemed like a luxury for someone who had less shit to get done.
Well, now, he guessed he didn’t have as much to do. He was dead, right? He could stop to smell the flowers, or whatever bullshit normal people did.
He stopped in front of a small coffee shop and tilted his head to the side. He debated going inside, but there was something oddly nice about feeling the cold on his skin. As he crossed his arms he turned and saw the young girl with crutches, his brow furrowing at the sight. “Careful,” he said. “You might slip. Those things aren’t stable.”
“would you like a cup of coffee?”
* moonlight meme / @dcnerunning
“How could I refuse such a generous offer?” Flattening a snowy hand to his lapel, he bows his acceptance. “Thank you. I’d be most grateful.”
Seating himself in the nearest chair, he laces his fingers and observes with more than ample curiosity the fragrant grounds, the frill-white filters, the gurgle of the coffee-machine, the slowly filling pitcher of tempered glass. When at last the cup is placed before him – steaming, and licorice black – he closes his eyes and inhales, and to his lips arises a gentle smile. His first cup – and yet in its rich warm scent, he detects something faintly nostalgic; as if he’s tasted it before, somewhere hushed and quiet.
“What a wonderful aroma. I can see why so many consider this ‘coffee’ an integral part of their day.” Lifting it to his lips, he indulges in a generous swallow –
And blanches at the taste.
“Er – uh – no! No, it’s … delightful! Just …” Bitter! Like sipping from an acid bath. “ – an acquired taste, I’m sure. But never to fear. I’m certain my tastebuds will adapt quickly. Yes … yes, in fact, I can feel it already!” With a nervous chuckle, he gazes down into the depths of his mug as if its contents might snatch him by the collar. How could it be that such an enticing fragrance might belie such a frightful taste?
But it is too late now. To turn up his nose at what she’s gone through the trouble of preparing is simply unthinkable. Closing his eyes, he musters his courage –
“Um … cheers!”
– And downs the rest in four long, tortured swallows.
☽ / @dcnerunning : 回 = patching a wound . send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
DESPITE INABILITY TO EXPRESS HERSELF -- she’s always simply wanted to help. help her kingdom, help those around her -- there’s a soft spot inside her that’s iced over by her unapproachable air built up by walls of steel && stone to keep others from hurting her. she isn’t a monster, though -- those in need, she helps where she can, she just isn’t as touchy feely as others may be. so she stops when she sees a girl tending to a wound -- curious on how she’d gotten it, but furthermore feeling a natural protectiveness rising in her -- && she approaches to help since patching wounds was easier for others than oneself alone. oh, she’d be quick to deny help this way if the act were the other way around -- but she doesn’t care.
❝ here -- let me get that. ❞
the woman takes over -- expertly bandaging the wound with a practised hand to ensure its quick healing && cleanliness. there’s just one little question on her mind, however -- how this happened -- && perhaps its part of her training, part of her inquisitive nature as someone who wanted to be a guard && solve crimes or maybe the soft spot to protect those younger that she hid so thoroughly.
❝ who did this, huh ? did someone hurt you ? ❞

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@dcnerunning , it’s amazing to see you again .
Honestly, he’s nervous as can be. He’d made it a point to be busy on Valentine’s Day because he’s still not certain what to do about his feelings. Sean isn’t exactly over Finn, he’s not sure he’ll ever fully be over Finn, but he knows that how he feels about Clementine is similar. it’s way more real than Jenn; and, truthfully, it’s scary. What if something happens again? What if the law catches up to him and he ends up back in jail? But then... what if he never says anything and loses his chance?
He strolls up to her door looking far more confident than he feels and knocks with what he can only assume is an awkward, nervous smile. Quickly, he lifts his phone up and sends a brief message, just to reassure that it’s only him. She’s been through a lot, and the last thing he wants is to stress her out. Once she figures out he hot wired a car for their afternoon, Clementine might be stressed enough as it is.
VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET – @dcnerunning said: X & Y if no one else has sent them yet !
XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?
“I don’t really use them myself, but I don’t mind ‘em too much. Some of them are really cute.”
° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. – @dcnerunning said: ❛ What are you staring at? ❜
“That... cloud. Up there.” ... “...But I kinda think it’s staring back at us too.” ... “It’s a little freaky.”