#mason.

mason mount via instagram.

" it's different this time. what do i have to do to prove it to you? "

Wolfsbane slows his healing, but Mason doesn't have time before he's pulled onto shifts, head still swimming as his hands somehow manage to do what he's told. It's a large camp, but he sticks close to those he knows and tries to keep his head up. He thinks of his dad, willing him to know he's alive. He's okay. He'll be okay. They all will. They have to be. He thinks of his uncles, probably worried. And then he thinks of Charlie. Probably sick to her stomach over Teddy and like that, his gaze goes to the small wolf, making sure he's always near her on their arbitrary shifts. Mason watces her shiver and rub her hands together as she grabs a shovel. Shit duty. He prefers it to the fights. He prefers it to the building. "Here," he says, leaving his pile and peeling off the ratty gloves he'd won in a fight the day before. The ache of it was slowly rolling away even if it should've been an hour or two, rather than a day before he felt better. "They're kinda small on me anyway," Mason adds with a wry smile, taking her hands and slipping them on her before she can protest. "Might help a bit," as gripping a freezing shovel is joint numbing work after an hour. @rviner

"baby.." fallon whined, sprawled out in her queen sized bed as she held her phone up while on her facetime call. "i know it's only been, like, a day, but i already miss you so much. when can you stop by again?" she asked with a subtle pout on her face, only to pull the phone camera closer so that he could get a clear view of the evident frown. it seemed a bit silly and childish to be head over heels for someone this fast, but everything with mason felt different to fallon, and she was going to embrace it for as long as she could. / @temptedfates

MASON GREENE: JACKET. RECEIVER GIVES SENDER THEIR JACKET AFTER SEEING THEM SHIVER IN THE COLD. this has become routine - the two attending performances together, scraping through the after party so that they could spend some time together, alone, walking out into the brisk air, side by side. as much as hannibal thrived in social situations, he looked forward to having mason to himself. if he had his way, that's how hannibal would always have mason, but he could not be so selfish. doctor quietly breathes in the night air, enjoying its chill on his cheekbones. 'did you enjoy the performance?' hannibal inquires with a glance over to mason. eyes catch the end of a shiver, and there is no hesitaiton as hannibal removes his coat and offers for mason to slide his arms through the sleeves. 'the second act seemed lacking to me, but perhaps i am being too harsh,' @greenelight.

“I’m scared, Mason.” Easier to admit than she thought it would be, but probably because she wasn’t worried about herself. She was worried about the little girl who taught them both how to be better, every day. “I don’t want her to know fear like we did, how the fuck do you protect her from that.” This was different, but terror was an old friend in many ways. “Are you planning on staying?” Asked, rapid fire questions betraying her distress, picking up the glass in front of her for a long sip before staring at him. It was a dare to once again suggest something as stupid as having her move in with him. As if him taking up residence there, was any different. It wasn’t, but it was the hill she’d opted to die on.