#morealist

byan leaves your muse a noteㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤwhen claudette wakes up in the morning and enters the kitchen to make coffee, she'll see a hello kitty plush dressed as a gardener sitting on the table, a sticky note attached to her apron:

@morealist sent:ㅤhere she is, feeling rather big sister-y. she takes their face steadily within her palms && then — splatters it with many o' many chaste kisses !!

ㅤㅤ" —ack! gross!! "ㅤface scrunches up once claudette starts spreading quick kisses across their face, though the laughter that bubbles up from within makes it clear that they aren't nearly so offended as they're trying to make it seem. they squirm in her grip, but there's no force behind it — it's all for show. affection like this, so excessive and playful, is still quite unfamiliar, but it is more comfortable these days. it's easier to allow, to play along with rather than find it patronizing, because... it's claudette. the same way they know her, she knows them.

she knows them better than anyone ever has, and her affection is real. it's genuine.

she draws to him quietly, but it is hesitant all the same. claudette guesses, debates, && then drops to a sit beside renato without looking at him. perhaps nerves. perhaps just her way. '' you look tired, '' she murmurs, brushing a bundle of thin braids away from her shoulder, '' rest a while ? '' @morealist

knees pressed to his chest & his arms wrapped around his legs firm as he finds comfort in the warmth of himself. a leg bounces absently -- he's always been sort of restless when it comes to being by himself, unable to sit still even if it was for just a mere MINUTE. none of this got better. none of it WILL get better, will it? questions he's asked multitude of times, already knowing of the answer.

he hopes thalita is okay. cruel fate it was to separate the siblings, knowing the younger of the two had his older sister as a calming ground in a place like this. it reminds him of when they were younger -- saving up money to go see a scary movie in the town, the tears that would form from a ten year old renato, being held & protected by his beloved sister & uncle inacio, since it was time off after helping with his business. funny how back then, horrors were just made up fantasy & now, they have become very real.

renato turns his head, as quiet as claudette was to joining him, seeming all aware of the space surrounding him, to look at she sits beside him. a lip trembles, not necessarily out of sadness. no. it was more complex than that. he wouldn't be sure how to explain the multitude of emotions that rumble within him, threatening him at every moment. SOMETIMES, UNBEARABLE.

you look tired. it makes him smile, as weak as it was, a brow raising. that obvious? renato's nose scrunches & he looks down, finding that he has went from jittering leg into moving himself back & forth in an almost unnoticeable ( for him, anyways ) sway. he's wordless -- doesn't find the point in humoring it or speaking at this time. he lets in a breath & he slowly lets himself succumb to her shoulder, carefully resting his cheek against her.

@morealist sent:ㅤ'' ya ya, '' her voice is lilted at the end, claudette is in a good mood, '' let's go get dinner together? i, um, i saw that this new place opened up recently. it's - it's supposed to have really good burgers, '' but she is too nervous to go alone - && what if it were good? she would want to bring them. '' we could rent a movie, bring it - um, home, maybe. make a night of it? ''

ㅤinquisitive noise rising from the couch at the call of their nickname, byan's head soon appears over the armrest. they're sprawled across the cushions on their stomach, toes touching the opposite end, their phone tucked against their chest so they can place their full attention upon claudette. already pleased to hear her voice sounding so cheerful, they only perk up more at the suggestion of dinner.

ㅤㅤ" yeah? i'm down. could go for a good burger. "ㅤand a fun evening with claudette, but that's a little harder to say so bluntly. still, there's an eagerness in the way they shift, picking themself up off the couch cushions to climb off over the arm.

ㅤㅤ" just lemme get dressed 'n we can go. promise i won't take forty minutes to get ready this time. "ㅤflashing a playful grin, byan takes off for their room at a quick pace, only to skid to a halt as they reach the hallway. amusement plays across their features when they turn to face claudette again, something teasing, albeit gently so, in their voice when they open their mouth;

ㅤㅤ" y'know we rent movies digitally now, right? i dunno that it's even possible to rent 'em physically anymore. "ㅤ...but that's one of those big changes to the way things work in the world that claudette completely missed out on while she was in the fog for so long, isn't it? it's something they grew up familiar with, but she... she had already disappeared, hadn't she? the realization causes their smile to falter slightly, though they pick it back up before it's too noticeable.

first word that comes to mindㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

A separate injury, one not as apparent as the fissure she tended, kept ringing in Carlos' ears. Her demure voice was eclipsed almost entirely in shrill buzz.

Going headlong into the pier support beams was not his game plan. The goal was to intercept on behalf of another, take the heat off a demoralised comrade - and he had. Too effectively at that. It wasn't even a shock that when he finally been caught, the murder-happy bastard responded with rage. Being on the receiving end of a killer's temper tantrum was the job these days.

Still, the fucker didn't have to toss me so damn hard.

In the disruption, he can piecemeal some of the words. Protect. Please. Careful. His eyes flicker from the spreading dark spot in the bandages, to her hands, and landing somewhere around her face. He tries her handiwork out for himself, flexes his fingers experimentally. Uncurling then curling. Thumb to little finger, little finger to thumb. Still hurts, still works.

@morealist sent:ㅤi'm being funny . describe ur big sister , byan

byan describes your muse based purely on personal opinionㅤㅤ.・ (accepting)

ㅤㅤ" claud's... prob'ly the nicest person you'll ever meet. —an' i don't say that lightly. i'm not in the habit of callin' people nice 'cause it's an overused word and most of the people who have it attributed to 'em are fakin' it. claud's an exception though — like, she's so nice that it's as much a flaw as it is a good thing. she doesn't expect anythin' in exchange for her kindness, which i used to like, but now... i dunno, it feels like she doesn't do enough for herself. "ㅤlips purse, and byan stops themself there — their issue with claudette giving and never getting anything in return isn't relevant to describing her right now.

ㅤㅤ" on top of bein' too damn nice for her own good, she's real shy. like, almost no confidence. i dunno why, it doesn't make any sense when she's so— "ㅤamazing. but that's too big and meaningful a word for them to use even in front of claudette herself.ㅤ" —i mean, she's cool, y'know? she's got no reason to not be confident if y'ask me. she's prob'ly the smartest person i know! she knows, like, everythin' about plants. and her cookin'? god, don't even get me started, it's so good. "ㅤthey sink backward, as if satiated by the very thought of one of her meals.

ㅤㅤ" claud's great. "ㅤi love her.ㅤ" she's not the sorta person i'd usually bother with, but like— "ㅤi'm glad she kept trying.ㅤ" ...she's persistent, in her own careful, nervous way. i like that 'bout her. an' she's a lot of fun once she opens up a little. the kinda person who's easy t' just be yourself around. she doesn't judge you for anythin' and instead just... accepts you for who y'are. like yeah, she might try t' improve some of your habits 'n whatever, but not in this obnoxious, patronizing, 'i know better than you' kinda way, y'know? she just... she cares. "ㅤshe saved my life.

@morealist sent:ㅤ🌻 a worried text.

texting promptsㅤㅤ.・。.・ㅤㅤaccepting!!