#hammrtown

you’re happy to hear raihan say such a thing. you feel like you should’ve expected as much, as he was one the one who got your mask back. you feel indebted to him. without his protection you’re pretty sure you would’ve been, quite literally, backed into a wall. it’s all thanks to him that you were able to get away before any good pictures of your face were taken. you’re pretty lucky you weren’t hurt too badly from that. sure, you have a few bruises from some particularly bold reporters but.. it could always be worse.

‘ thank you very much but you don’t have to. i just wasn’t prepared for that. i’m sorry, ” you sign.

          tired  eyes  lazily  gaze  at  a  television  playing  shows  that  two  men  could  hardly  care  about  with  plot - lines  neither  can  follow.   it’s  far  too  late  for  either  of  them  to  be  up   ---   leon  can’t  sleep  and  raihan  made  an  offer  to  stay  up  with  him.   a  drained  sort  of  restlessness   /   he  couldn’t  explain  how  it  felt.   random  thoughts  whether  good  and  bad  keep  him  awake  past  reasonable  hours.   hands  interlaced  squeeze  each  other  every  couple  of  minutes.   the  gesture,   the  comfort  of  it...   leon’s  heart  felt  especially  full. 

          after  another  rerun  episode  does  the  former  champion  even  realize  that  raihan  had  been  awfully  silent   ---   raihan  had  been  quietly  snoring  away  while  leaning  right  on  top  of  leon  himself.   it  hits  him  that  his  eyelashes  were  long,   lips  tantalizing,   that  he  was  so  breathtaking  that  it  took  just  that :   inadvertently  held  ‘til  his  lungs  begged  for  air.   a  gasp  that  he  hoped  didn’t  wake  him.   luck  was  on  his  side  when  he  hardly  even  stirred.   phew.

this old ass meme that I am just now doing. || not accepting.  🍎 a time my muse felt safe with yours.

IT’S QUIET, THE ONLYSOUND IN THE GALARIAN NIGHT are the Kricketot playing gentle tunes for oneanother. It was peaceful for once, a quiet night in the busy life of achampion. It was something worthwhile, a blessing to most. Could it be ablessing for her though? Being left in your own thoughts was a mysterious thing,you never could tell where your mind would wander to. Thinking about your life,from life’s saccharine joys to the tart regrets, they were all there beingblended in your mind, it made for a concoction better named as poison.

She still had lingeringregrets back home in the warm Henosian air, regrets that she might not ever beable to shake. It left her in dangerous moods, with anger filling her veins,melancholy overflowing, confusion leaving her restless. Rosana was always inthese moods, tight like a rubber band waiting to snap. It left her up at night,staring at anything that could give her a hint of what lurked in her home.Paranoia was the beast in her mind, leaving her shuddering as if she were anewborn foal, who could she trust?

There was a tightness inher breast as she hunched over, hoping to curl in on herself as if that wouldprotect her. Rosana’s breathing was labored through her grit teeth, her browsfurrowed in pain, hot tears streaming down her face. In her crying state, shecouldn’t hear when the patio door had opened behind her, a loud yawn escapingthe lips of Raihan. He seemed like he had just woken up, probably finallynoticing that Rosana had left the bed to ruminate outside. “ Yo, Ro’, come backto bed, babe, ” He called out to her, likely not wanting to panic and force herinto a further state of unrest.

He gently rested a handon her shoulder before running the back of his hand on her wet cheek. The touchfelt like a feather’s touch, causing her to look up at him. She pulled her legsaway from her chest slowly, though her breathing was still labored, snifflingas if she were a child. “ C’mon. Let’s go get that pretty face all cleaned up,then let’s get to bed. ” True to his word, he led her to the bathroom, gentlytaking a washcloth and wiping her face clean, pressing a soft kiss to her lipsafter he finished. He pulled her towards the bedroom before plopping himself onthe bed and pulling her with him. Again, he yawned as he crushed her in a hug,forcing her to follow suit. A husky chuckle left his lips as she was yawning,pressing another kiss to her forehead.

you don’t respond. not because you don’t want to, but because you’re not full there, nor do you understand exactly what you’re feeling. you can comprehend that you’re being spoken to by raihan, and you can understand the words coming out of his mouth, but you can’t respond. you can’t even find strength to open your mouth, or to use your hands. so you don’t.

instead, you just sink into yourself like you always do when you feel... bleh, for lack of better terms. you wrap your arms around yourself, as tight as you can without it causing pain, and just sit there silently. if you were to respond, you’re not really sure what you’d respond with. “i don’t know” isn’t an answer.  it’s best to stay quiet, you think.

so you do. you sit there, knees to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself, making yourself look as small as possible in silence. you feel bad, though. you should be able to answer such a simple question, and yet, you can’t. the quiet is unbearable, though. so you answer the question with another question. something short and sweet.

“ can i have something to eat? ”

" i can’t, " you say, faster than you wished to.