#silcncisms

HE  SWEEPS  IN  BEHIND  her  with  a  boyish  smirk  dancing  upon  his  lips.  Strong  arms  wrap  around  her  middle  as  a  playful  ‘  grr  ‘  escapes  him  --  but  he’s  as  careful  as  one  can  be.  Gentle  hands  settle  upon  the  small  bump  of  her  belly.  The  promise  of  new  life  is  still  so  exhilarating.  ❛  --  good  morning  to  you,  and  baby...  ❜

ZADE: so question ZADE: why are all tops staler than bread in personality ZADE: i need answers

He lays still in bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling as he attempts to count sheep -- but as each slow second ticks by, he feels himself growing restless. A curse spits past his lips as he jerks himself upright, long legs swinging over the edge of the bed only to jam his feet into the slippers waiting dutifully for him. He trudges along down the corridor before veering into the small living room area -- and sure enough, blue hues rest upon the figure of his fiance, hunched over the coffee table. The lamp at his side is on, illuminating Blaise’s crouched figure in pale yellow light. He has on his reading glasses, table a mess of notes & research. Zaiden wishes he was surprised -- but instead, a tired sigh is all he can muster. ❛ You said you’d be in bed with me two hours ago. ❜ He can’t bring himself to sound annoyed; instead, baritone timbre is quiet and heavy with exhaustion. ❛ Or did you forget about me ? ❜

Odd-colored eyes stare blankly at her, gaunt face settled in expressionless stone. A NAME? He had so many and so few of them -- it’s difficult to recall what it is anymore. Warden Lacy said he was the devil. The prisoners called him Nick. But himself? He had no name for himself. Shoulders hunch further down and his gaze drops to stare flatly down upon the rejected snack sitting upon the small saucer. ❛ -- no name. It’s -- okay. ❜ There was no need for her to feel bad for a creature like him, after all.