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@pnkvcnom​ sent: * you know, people can hear you. // from a very done daniel lmaooo

    “Is that such a bad thing? Maybe I want them to hear me.” She crossed her arms, defiant. If he was trying to shame her into silence, he would have to try even harder. “I could be some kinda cautionary tale, at least. An example of what not to do. I’m not even doing anything illegal this time...so what’s it matter?” 

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them. || @pnkvcnom

Eddie wrapped Bailee close to his shoulder, swaying softly as he tucked her close. It didn't take powers to know when someone was that sad. It didn't take being psychic to know when his little sister needed him. He stroked a hand through her hair and leaned their heads together as he stood in their embrace for as long as she needed it.

My muse is being all silly and your muse finds it cute. Send "you're so silly" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying this || @pnkvcnom

"I truly have never been given a bigger compliment, I'm honored," Eddie said as he sat up on his elbows from where he had dramatically "died" on the floor while re-enacting what had happened at the D&D meeting this week. He had thought that she would enjoy the story, and of course he wasn't about to spare the details of the adventure, she deserved to know every action and feat his players had accomplished. He had been so proud of them.

Trauma Sentence Starters || @pnkvcnom

      It felt like his chest was on fire. Each breath he took felt like it was harder and harder to take; his ribs were caving in on themselves, his lungs were shriveling, and his thoughts were running too fast for him to grasp and keep hold of to calm down. The room was spinning, and Eddie stumbled as he tried to get his bearings to calm down. He’d had more than his fair share of panic attacks, but they never, ever got easier. His legs shook, and his throat felt like he was swallowing a desert every time he tried. 

     Eddie dropped down to one knee as his ears started to ring. He was sure Bailee had asked him a question, but he couldn’t make out what she’d said to him. It was all muffled as Eddie tried as hard as he could to stay present enough to begin trying his grounding exercises. His eyes scanned the room for a clock. Shakily, he lifted his arm to look at his wrist watch. 3:48 PM. It was 3:48PM on September 27th, 1986. 

      ❝ Do I? ❞

He’s distrustful of older men.  He can’t help it.  Even Wayne Munson had received his trepidation for years before he’d proven himself to be someone good and fair–  a man that he could rely on.  Daniel receives that same scathing suspicion.

                                                                                    ❝ Why do you say that...? ❞

A lot of his life has been spent casting his own humanity aside.  To have somebody acknowledge it, especially somebody he doesn’t know well…  it makes him hopeful.  Pitifully so.

Eddie pulled the girl in close, hard enough to give her a big squeeze and hopefully knock her breath out for a second. Those were the kinds of hugs that were meant to leave a smile on your face, induce laughter. The kinds of hugs that big brothers were supposed to give their little siblings just to tease.

Send ‘😭’ for a starter where my muse wakes yours after having a nightmare. || @pnkvcnom

"Hey," Eddie sat himself on the edge of the bed, speaking softly. "Bailee, wake up kiddo, you're having a nightmare," he said as he shook her with gentle hands. He turned the lamp on on the bedside table. He'd heard her as he'd been passing by the room on his way for water, and he didn't have it in his heart to leave her to suffer. He'd been through his share of nightmares without anyone there to wake him or bring him down from it. It was a miserable experience, and she didn't deserve that.