#soliitudo

❛    robert  ....    ❜     it’d  been   ....    years.   years   since   they’d  seen  each  other.   but  she’d  know  that  face  anywhere.   she’d  know  those  eyes.     they  were  kind,   maybe  the  kindest  she’d  ever  known.    and  just  because  it’d  been  so  long,  didn’t  mean  she  could  just  forget  the  way  they  sparkled  when  he  looked  at  her.   wendy’s  throat  went  dry  at  the  sight  of  the  man,  barely  registering  that  it  was  real.   

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@nearbelfast is an angel of an oc, little cute smart quick lil shit who is a terrible enabler and -5/10 would put seb and daisy together because they’d just enable each other into complete and utter chaos. writing is smooth and easy to read and is just refreshing to have someone on the dash who’s open and honest both mun and muse. i haven’t really spoken to mun so i can’t say much but seems like a cutie

@bcnquet omg kite idefk how you accumulate so many drafts every time i see one of your posts i lose 10 years of my life because dear lord i die every time i have over about 8. but then i gain 10 years again when i see you posting about your tarantulas bc your passion is inspiring tbh. your portrayal of hannibal and his dialogue is fantastically on point and i love love having you on the dash

                          Bed head. T shirt. Socks. He stands patiently until she opens the door, lips turning upwards in an awkward smile, one hand grasping a flask whilst the other taps against his thigh, “-- could you spare some milk, please. I haven’t had my cup of tea yet.” 

What the fuck is happening! was not the most DIGNIFIED way of summarising things, but Alys thought it was pretty accurate, given the circumstances. The said circumstances, of course, having seen one’s supposed-dead childhood friend in one’s doorway, that was. Still, she could have phased it better, she supposed. With something like — “Holy mother of God, you’re alive!” Or something else more flattering. Robert’s facial expression told her that he didn’t exactly MIND her exclamation... but she still could have handled it better. Not just the ‘greeting,’ but also the entire arrival. Perhaps she should have HUGGED him or... something. She certainly would have done so, if his appearance did not frighten her so much. It took an embarrassingly long time before she could muster up the words, “Come in.”

          ❝ do b’lieve yuh in de wrong buildin’, beauté. ❞

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