#masonthreads

Who: Mason and Huey ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

"Stop" Mason called out as he noticed the other about to step on the chipmunk that was currently curled up and having a little nap next to him. Unsure if he would actually listen, Mason still moved to pick D'Artagnan up, stroking his back to try and help keep him from being woken up too much from the movement.

who: Mason and Kirby ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

"Is Conrad here?" Mason asked, looking around. "I went to the diner and ordered burgers because it was lunch and I didn't know if he'd eaten lunch yet. They gave us a thing of onion rings. I don't like onion rings. The onions are too slimy. Do you want them?"

who: Mason and Cole ( @exmcrtis )

Mason never liked shopping for clothes. He liked his things and new clothes always felt itchy for some reason. Still, a few of his shirts now had enough holes in them that they were now of better use as rags than actual clothing. Conrad, who would usually go with him, was currently at work, so Mason found himself alone. The place was luckily not as big as some of the stores outside of Huntsville, less to get overwhelmed by. He pulled out a sweater with a tiger on it. "Did you know that tiger stripes are like human finger prints? They're distinct to each tiger, no two have the same" he said looking over at the person next to him and then back to the sweater.

Because he could. That seemed like a stupid reason to Mason. It always had. People couldn't just do things because they could. They shouldn't be able to at least is how he thought about it.

Then Hunter had continued speaking and it became clear that, like Conrad and himself, the guy wasn't a local and this was his first Christmas stuck here. "He probably thinks you're dead" Mason said his tone simple and matter of fact. "Most people probably do."

who: mason and kirby ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

"did you do all that yourself?" Mason asked Kirby, wiping at the side of his cheek some to indicate he was talking about their Halloween make up. "it looks cool"

who: Mason and Reggie ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

Conrad hadn't been going out to the bar as much as he had been, but that hadn't meant the other still hadn't been drinking. He just did it at home with Mason. The younger of the two still worried, though now at least he hadn't had to worry that he wouldn't come home. With him home more now, Mason tried even harder not to be a burden to Conrad. Conrad was drinking and hurting because of him after all. The last thing he needed was to add to that with his own feelings and struggles and problems. His brother was going through enough without needing to hear him sobbing in the middle of the night when he could swear he felt his hand there down beneath his wrist only to go to touch it and finding nothing there. He didn't need to see the frustration on his face as he struggled with things or having to relearn ones where the hand that was no longer there had been the dominant one. So he kept it all inside. Pushing it down further and further until it had no reason but to come out in a massive explosion.

This is what happened when Mason was busy trying to stock some glass jars of preserves and pickled items and one of them fell to the ground shattering. He had been holding something, which meant he couldn't have grabbed the falling jar and stopped it from falling. If he'd had his other hand still he could have, or at least he would have been able to try. It was a simple small jar of apple preserves that normally he would have just gone to grab the broom and dustpan to sweep up. Today, though, today it might as well have been the match to light a powder keg, as Mason took another jar off the shelf, slamming it onto the ground and then another and another and another and so on.

where: daily grind

Mason rubbed his arm absently as he waited on his order to be called, his hand still going down every few rubs to where he still expected his hand to be. He could still feel it sometimes, and when he slept it was even worse because in his dreams it was still there, and he was still able to do all the things he'd been able to before. He heard his order called, and went up to the counter, looking at the cup and the baked items he'd gotten to eat and trying to figure out how he was going to carry them all with one hand. He shouldn't have ordered them all together or maybe he should have just gotten the coffee. "Sorry" he gave an apology to the person behind him that he was certain was trying to get their order. After a moment Mason stepped aside, "you umm you should probably get yours first."

who: Mason and Ty ( @ambercast )

Mason carried something wrapped in a towel, tucked under his arm as he made his way further and further into the woods. Eventually coming to a stop when he suddenly felt like he was being watched. "I'm not doing anything bad." he said aloud