#eternityafraid

"bit scary," it confirms eventually, mouth above the water and chin still submerged. droplets scatter against rill's breath, hanging softly in the cold air. "don't mind that." rill doesn't know if it's telling love to ignore the fear or indulging in it privately. a wide eye and a caught breath don't have to be only fear. cold fingers against warm, living skin don't have to be only cruel. "want to touch you. if you want. if you..." rill pauses, eyes vacant as it searches inside. "say yes." @eternityafraid.

"fuck else am i off to?" callum snorts, face pressed so tightly into theo's pillow he feels the creases in the fabric inside his skin. there's an ugly honesty about him at this time in the morning, industrial and always vaguely smoking, grime and grit and something like cracked pavement. callum snarls against the daylight, dares it to move him, dares it to coax theo from where they're sprawled. "chill out. stop fucking squirming." his hands find theo after a few unsuccessful pats, drag him bodily back into the spot callum's claiming. "y'warm."

"there's something fucking wrong with you," he hisses in the half-dark, one shoulder against lucas' shaking hand. he makes a better door, jayce can say that for free, and there's no way he'd actually be held back if he wanted to make a go at her - it's just no use in hitting a girl, especially not one with as loud a mouth as tara. "what the fuck is wrong with her?" he snaps, at lucas this time, eyes ablaze and wet. "fuck this! fuck all of this!"

he's in two minds (two heads, really, oioi) about it - jamie knows it registers as hot, as take-her-home-feel-her-up-in-the-uber fit, as the kind of thing that has lads around him describing her as a little rocket, a right sort, lush and steady, but it's so... he grins, all teeth, sharp incisors. the wolf and little red. "why'd'you talk like that?" he asks her, refusing to let go, in fact digging in all the more. jamie needs to show her that he doesn't want her to leave, in fact wants her closer, closer still, tucked under his chin or beneath his chest or close enough to lean up and catch the chain of his necklace between her teeth. "just say you want a shag, babe. in your little accent and all, like."

"you fit in already." bron shoots a quick look over one shoulder, half because these halls are hostile and half because there's a stern-faced producer burning holes into his back. the crossover segments come with pressure doubled, and he's been choking on the mic infrequently enough to be trusted tonight. "listen. just-" he pauses, presses his lips together. he's had this same talk a thousand time over, finds it obnoxious every time, but can't help delivering it now. "commit, okay? doesn't matter what kind of stupid crap you say out there as long as you mean it. anyone back here, they'll know if you're thinkin' too hard. that's when they start talking." @eternityafraid.

"decent time!" tatt bursts like a drainpipe, all mud-water and plastic lids, the screeching howl of its laughter wet on the oldwood floors. for a second, it's nowhere, speaking through the dry rot and creaking hinges on every door. "wicked time! tacket came and tacket took. this one's lippy. he is." insistent even against no argument, the creature pulls its threads back together, the air cracking and moistureless as it bounces back into shape. "brave little thing with a name to have. tacket has your sharp ends and your bite-spray. can't hurt to gis' a name." @eternityafraid.

basker leans heavy along the entryway, tongue carving a slick line over the point of an aptly-named canine. he's been snapped at only twice today, and it's getting on half nine. not his best work, but he plans on getting worse by lunchtime. "can't a lad have any fun?" he asks, dragging his eyes from one place to the next without really lowering his lip. "this one smells expensive. just want to have a taste." @eternityafraid.