#event 002.

when: thursday, 9:21 AM

who: open !

“no.” by rights, andie shouldn’t be at work at all today, with the bags under their eyes as evident as the wrinkles on their clothes. there had been no time to do laundry after getting home from tour in the small hours of the morning. they were gracious enough to open, but no one in their right mind could expect them to work. “no,” they repeated again, looking up from their book with some alarm as the other person began to approach. “no coffee today. go home.” the pounding in their head was not compatible with the noise of the espresso machine.

JULIAN DE LOS SANTOS as PERRY MASON (1957-1966)

clémentine’s face lit up when she stared at the person by her side. “vogue called, they said they wanted their supermodel back!” she giggled. “you look absolutely stunning!”

he wears numbness like a second skin, sighs quietly and lets the feeling rush over him - like pressing palms to fresh ice, december kisses, the silence after being left lonely. he is used to this, coaxes it out of hiding like some wild animal until he can taste the familiar empty feeling in the base of throats. 

he refuses to panic, presses fingers into blistering burns as if to prove he is a thing unafraid of it, of what it means. stop shaking.

the one next to him seems to be faring worse, a quick glance over showing a figure curled into themself, dried blood staining costumes and trembling lightly. 

“it would do you well to stop you shaking, darling. the spirits have stilled for tonight.” the velvet is missing from his voice, though it still sounds like him. enough for now. fingers hover over where the bloodstains are the darkest, ghosting touches. 

To say that he’s feeling ‘excited’ would be an understatement, which is crazy in and of itself all things considered. This is the first time anybody has asked him to do anything with them in a really long time, though, let alone to be seen in public with them, and there’s an almost childlike energy to the way that he moves and the expression on his face. Early evening is settling in smooth, darkness broken up by strings of lights illuminating the booths and various other attractions, and he sees Soren and approaches him almost immediately. It’s a little out of character for him to have such a big smile on his face as greeting, but it’s also out of character for him to agree to attend events with other people, so it would seem he’s doing a lot of things he wouldn’t typically do right now.