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@rayofsunshinc said: ❛  sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep on you after.  ❜ // from richie

The thought 'I should cut my hair' didn't exactly come across one's head when they were evading the dead that were trying to take a chunk out of their throats, or when they were fighting for territory and a place to call home. So hair tended to grow long and wild around here. Although she had to say, Nick had been managing to avoid the big, bushy beards men grew out. As she ran her fingers through his hair, however, that's when she took notice of how long his hair had been growing out. Fingers played with the ends, enjoying their shared, quiet moment away from the chaos, and then she laughed within her chest. ❝ When's the last time you cut your hair? ❞

( @rayofsunshinc pressed the ♡ for a thing )

Ava had never really been a peaceful sleeper. At SHIELD, the room she had been given had been built to prevent her being to phase out of it. Now they had the stupid tower, and she'd chosen her own room and decorated it as well.

She had been curled up in her bed, fidgeting while asleep as another nightmare had come into her head. Images of the nights her parents died coming into her head before she had phased right out of her own bed, and landed on the floor of John's bedroom. The phase and fall had been enough to wake her up.

@rayofsunshinc as DOMINIC asked: “I think you dropped this.”

…

“Hi. My name’s Richie… and I’m an alcoholic. Also addict, but that’s a different meeting?”

Richie shrugged, and the group’s leader smiled and hand waved him, “Addiction is addiction, if you need to talk about those instances as well, go right ahead.”

Richie opened his mouth, but was met with the chorus of “Hi Richie” which he had always hated for some reason. He cleared his throat.

“I’ve been sober for… about 8 months.” Richie sniffed looking out at the group of faces he didn’t recognize in this little town he had driven through on his way to another gig. Doing a meeting in the same town you did a show just felt… like asking for trouble. His eyes fell on Danny. Handsome, no question, reminded him of Ben in a way, but there was something… It was very strange. Like he already knew him.

“Obviously, like I said, I’ve been clean off coke for… Christ, 20 years now, but I guess I was never really sober. I drank to make up for getting off coke… A friend— an old friend from childhood that I’d been in love with, and another childhood friend… two years ago they died within a few days of each other. We had a reunion in our hometown. The seven of us. But Stan never showed. He had… killed himself. And Eddie… he died on our trip. I fell so far into the bottle after that for so long… My career fell apart mostly… So… thanks. Thanks for listening.”

It had been weeks of Maggie hardly sleeping, weeks of her waking up in the middle of the night screaming, weeks of her nightmarish visions following her into the daylight. She tried to brush it off at first. She told Dominic that this was normal for her, that it wasn't something he needed to worry about. It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth, either.

It was normal for her to have nightmares, whether from ghosts literally haunting her sleep, or memories of her time in the mental hospital being twisted by her subconscious. . . What wasn't normal was for her to feel the same entity present in every single one of them. It was even odder for her not to be able to see them clearly. It was more of a feeling than an actual presence. That had somehow made Maggie more paranoid; she didn't know what was haunting her, so she didn't know how to face it, so she didn't know how to tell Dominic what was actually going on.

All of this led to now. Maggie, clutching her sketchbook and a charcoal pencil like they were all that kept her tethered to reality, staring ahead with blank eyes in a sort of trance, as she tried to connect to the thing that was plaguing her day and night. Her eyelids fluttered and she dipped forward slightly as some. . .thing came over her.

Ŷ̸͓̎͌ö̶̩̣͕̈́͆̽͜͜u̷̖͇͉̲̺̅̍͊̕ ̵̪̥̖̈́̐ŵ̵̠̱̟͓͕̐͋͂̚å̸̛̰̠͇̙̃̈́͜͝n̸͍͉̅ţ̴͌͆ ̶̪̐̕t̸͇̲͑ͅő̷͔̣̯̝ ̷̦̅̐̕s̸͕̤̝̝͗͐̔̚͝ȇ̴̡̞̭̪̺̅e̸̛̼̋̏ ̸̙͇̻̱̉̈́͆m̶̜̤̠̓̔̊̆e̸̢̘̩͇̗̚,̶̧͎̮̹̂ ̵̳͂̿̈͠͠l̷̮̰̓i̶͚̕ẗ̴͈̬̳́͗́̔̚t̵͙̽̿͂͑l̷͍̳̭̝̟̋̉͝e̴͉̫̫̲̋̍́̉ ̶͎̮̳̪͎́̋̕ş̸͖̤͓͉͐͐̌́͝e̸̡̘̘̮̠͂̍͛e̷͈̜͓̟̊́r̸̫̐̎͒?̵̡̛̳̝̗͙͋͝ a cold voice whispered in her ear.

"I do," Maggie whispered back, not even aware that she was talking out loud. "Show me. I want to see you."

V̸̧̰͎̦̟͆e̴̢̒͂͒͝ŗ̴͕̅̎̆̈ÿ̴̦̻̪͌͠ ̸̢̡̭̝̱̉́̈́͠w̶͉͊́̋e̸̤̘̟͉̋̕l̸̨̟̱̠̖̔̄̓̎l̸͇͙͎̬͐̾͝.̸̲̬͑͆ ̴̟͈̹̤̀́I̵̡͑̀͝ ̵͖̯̫̈́̊w̵̘̘͙̆̎̌̏͝į̵̝̘̱̉l̴̪͗̾̌͠͠l̷̥̥͍̅̂̄ ̵̨͕̠̔̆̉͠s̵̤̗̖̅͊̈́h̸̲̪͊̽̃͘ͅo̷͍͕̘͌̀̀̄͊w̴̦̃̌ͅ ̵̢̨͓̔͐̅ỳ̷͉̽̕͠͝ò̸̳͔̋̑ų̶̞͚̞̥̋̑.̷̗̓͊͠ͅ

LATE NIGHT STARTERS. | ‘  don’t make me say it.  ‘ // for Nadja from Cassidy asked by @rayofsunshinc