#downpaths

@downpaths​ sent: ❛  don’t  pretend  like  you’re  asleep .  ❜ (from manfred)

     He’s half tempted to give a cartoonish snore in response, but he lets a half-formed whine curl in the back of his throat instead, only loud enough for Manfred to hear (the acoustics in the church are marvelous, he has to admit). 

     “But I’m booored.” He whispers back to Manfred as he shuffles around, only to slump further down on the other’s shoulder. 

     He doesn’t even know why they’re here in the first place— it’s not like either of them are particularly religious, and even if they were, Klaus wasn’t exactly sure they’d be welcomed under the House of God after that one time they forgot the close the curtains to their little house right across the street (not that God would have any problem with the whole gay thing— Klaus is pretty sure God would hate the straights, too, if they were caught getting up to the same vehemently non-bible-friendly things). 

     But Manfred, bless his heart, is more neighborly than Klaus will ever be. So they make an appearance at mass, say their hellos to the other townsfolk, take a seat in the back pew as the Rev begins his sermon. And to his credit, Klaus is TRYING. He’s good with the chit chat beforehand (in fact, his proudest accomplishment has been his initiation into the Old Church Ladies Gossip Group with the ladies living in the center just down the road). 

    It’s just that when it comes to sitting still and staying quiet for prolonged periods of time, however, Klaus is...not at his best. Which is why he’s practically hanging off of Manfred now, one hand on his knee as he waits for the Rev to turn or look away so he can sneak a soft open-mouthed kiss behind his boyfriend’s ear. 

It'd been a couple of days since Tommy had made it back to Birmingham  — with Alexei and Kay in tow. With no concrete plan in mind still, he'd decided to temporarily settle down in one of his properties outside of the city; assuming that a smaller property would be far less intimidating to a girl who'd apparently spent her entire life in a little cell than his huge mansion. Not wanting to intimidate and overwhelm her any more than she already was, Tommy also hadn't told his family that he was back yet, either. Things, so far, had been... slow, at best. There was no denying that she didn't trust him, feared him even. There were definitely moments in which he wondered if it wasn't just best to take her to Polly and have her look after the girl, but then his stubbornness got a hold of him and he grew more and more determined to prove that he wasn't going to hurt her. With Alexei already asleep, Tommy made his way towards the room in which Kay had found a temporary home, and quietly opened the door to stick his head inside to check on her. Instead of finding her in bed, however, he was met with... fire?! Surprised, he swung the door open all the way and hurried inside to extinguish the flames. It wasn't big, and by no means difficult to put out, but it still scared the shit out of him.

She hadn’t realized how noticeable standing off to the side of the fire could be until she was spotted and called to, and then she wanted nothing more than to hide behind a tree. That would be too obvious, and she’d learned to accept being noticed every once and a while. You kind of had to adjust to that when you were beginning to live in society. Stepping forward toward the fire, she nodded a thanks at the stranger, and went to sit at one of the logs nearby. “I guess I didn’t realize how cold it was out here. Should’ve known better.” Although she keeps her hands stuffed in her jacket pocket, she sticks her legs out so the warmth can hit her there. “Thanks, for letting me warm up here.”

Claudia Pavel once wrote in her book;  I will meet you in the light, in the morning one, when raindrops fall on your mild skin and your blue eyes sparkle better than the sky. and it couldn’t be more true. you’re standing there, innocence at its peak. Do you like me? too soon. But I have to reach out, I have to get to know you.  Joe cocks his chin, thumb stroking the stubble laid in the center divot.  all bristles, ROUGH &  scratching while she talks.  his breath builds up to a full stack behind his front teeth.  she stops ; his hands go up, open, friendly. ‘ y’know New york is full of surprises,’ he replies.’ no worries ---- i’m Joe,’ 

“I’m so sorry. For everything. [PROMPT] @downpaths​

She leans down, crouching to Dot-height and looking her in the eye. She knows the Dots are perfectly capable of looking up at her, but she means to give her full attention, especially if this will be a longer conversation. It’s the least she can do for someone who not yesterday saved her life, after all.