#hisseptember

It is not the blood September’s presence leaves behind that surprises Sunshine, or how she sees only the darkest storms in their eyes, though it is the question they asked that made her heart ache— be reminded that even while surrounded by the many corpses and phantoms, there will always be loneliness somewhere in the existence that needs to be held.   [   For a moment, Sunshine sees himself in September: All bloody and bruised, yet own shaky arms still reach out for anyone to notice and take them with all of their sharp parts, only for the sun to look away and the stars go out, the world just closes its eyes.   ]   Sunshine takes a deep breath and, not once breaking eye contact with September, replies in a gentle tone,   “   Al- al- always.  ”   You can hold me always. The word weakly echoes across his mind as he holds his arms out to them, their trembling form, his gaze soft and sympathetic.     “   Always,   ”   she repeats, and this, she means it as a promise, before she brings September closer to her and embraces them with all of their sharp parts. Despite the blood finding home in his clothes, the harsh remembering of his own falling that burns his atoms and cells, he still holds September, more of their pain until it fades at least a bit. Make me be more ruined if it means you can breathe better again.

@hisseptember​ / underused muse starter call.

The mere sight of them in any emotional distress had quickly activated some protective instinct inside of him. It was the same thing that happened when he was around Jason. Something that people had affectionately nicknamed his ‘big brother instinct.’ Ryder did not seem to think before his arms were wrapped around September, grip tight and hands gently rubbing along their back. The sort of soothing gestures that someone would expect out of a gentle parent than anything else. “It’s okay,” he said without any real thought. The words were not empty, necessarily, but they meant little when Ryder didn’t actually know what they were talking about. They were said more so in an attempt to get September to calm down enough for them to actually listen to his soothing words. “Shh, shh. You don’t have to think about that. It’s okay.”

“Are you sure about that? Los Angeles is pretty nasty.” There was a pause as the words seemed to sink in before he snorted. September was not wrong, of course, and he knew that. Most people knew the stereotype of people in California, especially Los Angeles, being all about exercise and diets. The people in Beacon Hills loved to talk shit about Los Angeles, after all. “I guess they are. Or they’re just pretending to be health conscious to be cool.” / @hisseptember

“You’re not abandoning me.” The words came out a bit harsher than he meant them to be. Stress thrummed underneath his skin, the hairs on his neck standing on end as he tried to calm himself with a few deep breaths. It was hard dealing with Liam. Both the Dunbar brothers were rather stubborn and the entire situation was proof of that. “I’m just asking to be left alone for awhile.”

Ryder did not know what other response he was expecting from the other. Eyebrows ticked upward at the offer of a nice job killing a dude — For half a second, it seemed like Ryder was genuinely considering that before he shook it off. The last thing that he needed was falling into doing illegal things for some sort of money. If worse came to worse, he was sure that he could bug someone in town into hiring him as extra help for a small amount of time. “Thanks. I don’t know how well I could do that job, though.” He offered a small smile before he shrugged. “I’m just complaining a bit because job searches fucking suck.”

“It’s definitely a bad thing.” Words were muffled around the needle in his mouth as he tore open a pack of gauze. Over the last decade or so, Ryder had gotten better and better at first aid than he had already been as a teenager. It was a necessity for regular kids to know — Even more so when you were dealing with werewolves, witches and mutants by the time that you were seventeen. “It’ll be easier to patch up, though. As long as you don’t move.”

Despite his brother’s urging words, it took another long moment for Ryder to move his gaze away from the wall and face Liam. It seemed to be a common occurrence at that point — The youngest Dunbar coming home with a black eye or bruises along his body. He could hide it from their parents most of the time but even that was difficult. Ryder should have known that there was no way to hide it from his older brother. “Dunno. I was too busy getting the shit kicked out of me.” A weak smile was given before he shrugged his shoulders and glanced away. “Not much that you can do about it, anyway.” / @goodpersn