#palindroming

Today (in the U.S.) is 12.1.21. Get into it.

  ❝—Perhaps you ought to find something more dignified to occupy yourself with, rather than listening in on me having sex. Or is that what gets you off? If so, you’d have but to ask, and I would gladly provide all the more material for your auralistic desires.❞

Although he has endured more than his personal share of vicissitudes throughout his brief life, none of them have ever torn at his heart in the way that Numbers’ contemptuous, and unjustifiable disregard towards him does. To be pushed away in such a ruthless manner by the single person with whom he has managed to form a connection which once predominated their shared language, wounds him in places that he had never thought could hurt. He bares his teeth, yet his lips tremble; much like a wild beast which has been struck by the hand that had sought to tame him. He feels like a fool for having left his heart unguarded before the other, and Numbers’ denial of the truth only seems to further taunt his youthful naïveté. His palms collide with the other’s chest before he can think twice about his actions, sending Numbers’ much more slight form nearly flying across the room before it violently hits the ground. 

 — Think you’ve got your vocabulary mixed up. I’m fierce and magnificent, not ‘cute’. 

Droplets of sweat cling onto the twisted lines painted across his brow, although this time only from the stifling heat trapped within the mounds of blankets which he has been buried beneath, rather than the fever which had claimed his shuddering form until a short while ago. His left arm still twinges where the bullet had pierced through his skin, yet it is his failed attempts at flexing his fingers in order to sign which frustrate him, not the pain. His bloodshot eyes brush across Numbers’ looming figure for but a breath before they fall shut once more. He is no stranger to physical anguish, and especially not to being shot. The prospect of losing his ability to sign properly, however, is not something that he is certain whether he is prepared to live with. 

[ afjsklgkdkhl honestly this means a lot to me. And I would have to say the same about your portrayal of Numbers! I adore your on point characterization of him, and all of your little headcanons that give him so much more depth than the show could have ever achieved. I love the fact that he’s a little prudish, and how much he stumbles when it comes to socializing, despite the self-assured air he likes to put up around strangers (which is totally canon btw and you portray it so well). I also love how cute and soft our boys can be together and I can’t wait to explore all the different facets which shape them into the beloved anti-heroes that they are! ]

  — I love it. It’s the most badass car I’ve ever seen. Feels like an early Christmas. Maybe we should’ve put a Santa's hat on you. 

He recalls how Hanzee had once or twice told them of the stories his tribe used to weave about the constellations, but he had been far too young not to grow distracted by them. As much as their leader likes to pretend he is well beyond his past, he seems to hold its memories close to his heart, even now.