#silkbitten

@silkbitten​ → one liner sc​

@silkbitten​ asked:  ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ - michael

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He hadn’t known her, had no idea who the other was but she’d needed help. That was all he needed to understand. She had been outnumbered, even he wasn’t much to break it to a more even share but it was better than just her alone. In the process, the former asset had gotten hit. Not bad enough to make him stop fighting, ignoring the pain like he’d been trained to for years. Only when it was over did he allow himself to actually lean up against the wall and assess how bad the damage was. There was...a lot more blood than expected and his vision blurred before his body fell to the ground. When he started to come to, the stinging pain of a disinfectant began to wake him up. “What?” He questioned, looking over at the other stranger who seemed to be doing her best to give him aid. With furrowed brow, Nathaniel could only watch until she moved on to the stitches before turning to brace for the pain to come. 

@silkbitten​​  -  ♥ !

❛    THESE  ARE  THE  LOVELY  STAIRS,  as  flora  would  call  'em,      ❜    dani’s  smile  is  goofy  hospitality,  her  extended  hand  a  beacon  for  them  them  to  continue  on  through  the  well-curated  hallways.    stoic,  hand-painted  faces  follow  them  where  their  steps  creak  on  old,  rust-bitten  nails  in  the  floor  boards.    dust  cloths  shroud  furniture  at  the  corners    &    shadows  move    &    loom  behind  them.    

dani,  in  her  high-waisted  jeans    &    purple  sweater,  is  a  brush  of  modern  color  in  the  astute  greens,  old  oak  brown,    &    regal  decor.    she  turns  back  toward  her  guest  as  they  turn  the  corner  into  a  disused  part  of  the  manor.      ❛    this  part’s  a  little  less  exciting,  but  gee,  it’s  really  great  to  have  someone  new  around.    we  don’t  get  a  lot  of  visitors  from  outside  bly,  you  know.    ❜  

from  the  window,  she  can  see  flora    &    miles  chasing  a  circle  around  the  well  with  hannah  close  by.    the  gardener  is  out  at  the  shed  tending  to  the  weeds.  owen  has  the  day  off,  leaving  the  kitchen  merciless  to  the  four  of  them.    

       A  gentle  drum  of  raindrops  on  an  umbrella  was  the  foli  to  his  evening  walk.  Ear  phones  were  plugged  into  his  ears,  pop  songs-  new  and  old- the  only  semblance  of  life  in  the  dreary,  empty  streets.  Shangqi  pulls  his  thick  scarf  over  his  chin.  The  jolly  tunes  didn’t  work  to  improve  his  mood.  Loneliness ;  on  empty  nights  such  as  these,  the  young  man  often  found  himself  wandering  the  streets.  He  would  pause,  contemplate  calling  one  of  the  few  nameless  numbers  on  his  phone.  They  would  provide  him  an  escape,  company  and  pleasure -  no  strings  attached.  He  had  taken  advantage  of  these  numbers  only  a  handful  of  times;  consensual  on  both  ends.  However,  never  did  he  feel  anything  but  good  the  next  day.

    A  deep  exhale  from  his  nose,  a  deep  disappointment  in  himself  brewing  as  he  considers  tapping  on  a  nameless  number.  His  dark  gaze  fixed  on  the  screen,  a  feeling  of  dread  as  he  begins  to  lean  towards  it --

    Before  his  finger  tip  makes  contact,  a  name  catches  his  eye -  Cindy.  He  scrolls,  his  mind  (  and  heart )  pulled  towards  the  letters.  The  repulsion  eradicated  in  a  split  second  --  he  knew  the  correct  decision  immediately.  There  was  no  hesitation  with  touching  her  name,  her  icon  extending  across  the  screen  as  the  phone  rang.  

    She  picked  up ;  his  face  lit  up.