#erastisism

lup sat curled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm, fuzzy red blanket, not having moved since she woke up that morning. she had gotten a bit of energy to make herself some toast, and she had, but anything after that was a bit too much for her to handle. so, she promptly grabbed a book and plopped herself down on the couch afterward. she could’ve gone back to bed, something that would’ve probably been a better idea, but barry had gone to run errands that morning, and sleeping without him in it wasn’t ideal at the moment.

she stared down at the book settled, open in her lap. it was something angus had recommended her and she had to admit that it was pretty damn good. though, right now, her eyes scanned the same line over and over again without soaking in any of the information. she groaned.

however, lup’s head snapped up, a bit too fast, when she heard barry return home, and a bit of a relieved look flashed across her face. having him there with her would be easier, he always knew what to do on days like this. ( she was so thankful to have him. )

Please.

That took you near an hour to respond to. Wanna know how I spent that hour?

[[ from here // accepting ]]

It was the kind of day that just felt heavy.

Snow settled like curtains over the small valley they called a home, sleepy in the lavender glow of dawn. Lup never sleeps, but even last night her meditation had been… Stilted. She curled up in the small bay window, robe tugged around her tight as she leaned into her palm, staring out the window. She could feel the cold from here, could practically feel the twinge of ice on her nose even though the house was comfortable. It was warm.

Her ears twitched, registering Barry’s words before she did, and she inhaled carefully. Exhaled. A lazy, tired smile twitching to her lips as she turned, leaning on her arm to get a better look at him. “For you, too, huh?” Her voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The kind of blanket snow puts on a place seems to quiet all sound, and it was even too early for a record player to be going, or a radio. Besides, it would have been a shame to disrupt this peace.

And it was peaceful. Maybe a little cold. Maybe she shouldn’t have went for the silk robe and opted for cloth. Maybe it would have been nicer to get more sleep. But through the early morning melancholy of the day, there was still peace. It was still nice.

But that was probably just the snow. Damn stuff always knew how to wrap an entire world up in its embrace. Even when those that were being wrapped didn’t want to be. Lup settled her chin in her hand, letting her eyes linger on Barry, letting herself smile. “…Hope I didn’t wake you.”

Honey, I have paper work I need to finish first.

You should probably answer…

Hm??

Solitary Confinement 

she couldn’t do this again.

there wasn’t even a note left for barry to read to and hold onto this time. barry was alone again, and lup had left him. he was too sick from staying up too late for days on end and lup thought that this case was going to be a quick and simple one, but she was wrong.

she was cut off from the world, shut off from the sights around her in her last moments and when she awoke, she was stuck in this room. there were bars in front of her and despite all of her attempts to melt them, they were still in pristine condition. the walls around her as well, made of cold steel.

there was no light. a single bulb that had been hanging from the ceiling had been destroyed in one of her earlier fits of rage against whoever her captor was.

her screams and her wails for release were echoed back to her, as if to mock her that she was alone. that this was her own fault for getting stuck here.

days, weeks, months..

it all blurred together for her.

it was all one time, sleeping refusing to come to her unless she desperately needed it to stay awake, afraid that if she slept, she would never wake up.

commotion came from above her, something she didn’t hear before. it was usually silent save for her own heartbeat, but this time, dust would fall from the ceiling, and shouts would be heard. clatters onto the ground above her of something heavy.

and then silence.

footsteps ran down the staircase that she was used to hearing when her captor came to feed her, and there he was. barry with kravitz, looking exasperated and like barry hadn’t rested in days. lup wanted to call out, wanted to reach out to her, but her voice wouldn’t come through her shriveled throat, her limbs wouldn’t move to reach out to them.

barry..

barry, barry, barry.

it was almost instantaneous that barry had broken through the bars and was wrapping lup into his arms, clinging to her tightly. his voice was wavering as he spoke, but lup couldn’t hear him over his heartbeat. something she missed.. barry.