#insombras

༄.° RANDOM SETTING PROMPTS. ( accepting! )

Suki  keeps  her  eyes  on  the  art  on  the  walls,    the  portfolios  opened  proudly  on  the  counter,    the  beautiful  person  dutifully  cleaning  her  workspace in front of her;    her  attention,    however,    is  never  strayed  from  the  world  outside.    There’s  a  flash  sale  going  on  ( Friday  the  13th?  )  and  Inkdaze  has  a  steady  flow  of  what  appear  to  be  usual  suspects.    Cy  is  chatting  with  their  client  who’s  powering  through  a  gnarly  foot  tat.    @insombras  is  tossing  a  pair  of  gloves  into  the  bin  beneath  her  work  tray.    Is  that  the  third  time  now  that  the  same  person  has  passed  the  front  door?    ❝    Hey,    ❞  says  Suki,    shifting  her  bodyweight  until  she’s  leaning–but  not  quite  seated  yet–against  Sira’s  freshly  sanitized  chair,    ❝    Think  I  can  try  that  thing  out?    ❞  That  thing  being  the  tattoo  gun.    ❝    I’m  sure  I  couldn’t  do  too  bad  a  job,    eh?    ❞

it is so beyond colt how he's ended up in a shoot in new york city , and he's sort of aware that that's not really his problem nor his business -- he is , after all , just on stunts . but he's also on stunts for the lead actor , who is sort of a big deal , and he hasn't taken a gig for someone this big since the whole incident with the last guy trying to frame him and then kill him . so he's a little nervous . and that means after his last big stunt for the day ( a three story jump while shooting two guns . who the hell thinks of this stuff ? ) he's out wandering the city again -- matter of fact , he's made a friend and everything . ( his brother would be so proud , look at him go , out of his trailer and into the scary big apple ) one who leaned over in a coffee shop and whispered the best thing on the menu -- and she was right , that thing was straight from heaven . and he'd wound up being fifteen minutes late to set monday because he'd just stood there and talked to her , and somehow ended up inviting her to set ? he probably mentioned the three story jump thing . people like to see how it works , and , well , he kind of owed her for that coffee . he's still dreaming about it .

" uh -- a like , super scary army vet named rufus mckinley . " they're wandering down the sidewalk now , he thinks she's being remarkably kind showing him a good place to eat , and he wonders if they're now locked into some kind of favors battle . and now colt is going to have to find some way to pay her back for this too , he's gonna have to think on the societal norm of giving someone you met less than a week ago a rubber knife . he'd think its funny , and cool , but he's also him -- so there's that .

" that sounds way more off-putting than it actually was -- rufus was the guy who trained me , he was very nice . except for when he slapped my hand , which was weird because i was like -- i'm not five why are you slapping my hand , but also this guy has been through war so i better listen to him . anyways . . . " and now he's talking way too much . my god , colt , pull it together . " that was a prop gun , it's all blanks . i have shot actual guns , to be clear . just not at anyone . but that's kind of the point , you know ? learn how the real thing looks and feels , and shoots , and then its way more believable on the screen . "

Whenever Cain returns from Hell, it takes him some acclimating before visits will be paid to most fellows that grew on him over time. So he decides to sit down by the river for a moment. Just to enjoy the sunset; picturesque, a sight not provided by the underworld and, admittedly, missed. A familiar presence is sensed before she speaks. The words striking his ears still fail to veer his attention from the fiery horizon far ahead, but he simpers in response.

" Is that so? " Sira isn't entirely wrong, besides, death is his ever-near companion who has since day one refused to take him. A bittersweet bond, one might say. Finally, Cain deigns to abandon the view in favor of her, if for a fleeting glance crowned by an upturn of one brow. " Now, I suspect it's you who could use company. " Why else would she come by?

The irony of Sira saying that isn't lost on him. She who guides the dead into the afterlife; death telling the deathless one to rest, basically? Cain fails to stifle the low chuckle her command rouses. Or perhaps he had no intention of biting that back, expectation soon to curve his brows upward in tandem with a subtle side-tilt of his head. " Well, are you going to stay? " Because God knows if Sira leaves, Cain will absolutely not rest— nobody here to force him into some semblance of self-care. She knows him well enough by now to read from the depth of his eyebags when exhaustion has befallen him.

And while Cain trusts her enough that, yes, he would allow himself even to fall asleep in her presence... he's too stubborn. Head full of things he still needs or wants to do. As if he didn't have all the time of the world on his hands, or did require sleep to begin with. Human habits retained, however, eventually formed a routine and he barely can keep his eyes open as is, at this point. " I can appreciate that you seem to worry, but I'll be fine. "

THANK YOU, LUNEY-MOONEY!! I'm blessed™ to have you and your beautiful brain child around for almost 4 years now, or was it 3? Anyway, feels like forever. You're inventory here at this point. Had carrot cake, my fave and while my cat worried me this morning, which stressed me the entire workday but she's fine again, it's overall a chill one :)