#sunxsin

these   days   arkham   honestly   forgets   how   to   breathe.   the   past   few   months   have   been   the   most   chaotic   they   have   been   in   well,   a   long   time.   finally   the   angst   between   him   *&   his   brother   was   coming   to   a   close.   it   wasn't   the   way   ark   hoped   it   would   end   truthfully,   but   at   least   he   didn't   have   to   worry   about   protecting   warren   from   everything   anymore.   no   longer   had   to   walk   on   egg   shells   to   keep   the   peace.   the   witch   sighs   something   of   content   as   he   walks   into   lings   apartment.   ❛❛   if   you   are   about   to   offer   me   one   of   those   "fancy"   waters,   you   might   wanna   rethink   that.   ❜❜   it   sounds   like   a   threat,   but   it's   hardly   spoken   with   any   malice.

@sunxsin was owed a starter from ages ago.

he was ready to go to his room. knowing good & well bandit would find home in someone else's arms for the night. hands brushing through tawny curls before scrunching his nose at the doorknob that was twisted in the opposite direction. kerr had a very specific check list. he had everything tidy. in a perfect way. in a perfect pattern. bandit knew this. julie knew this. enid knew this. ─── those eyes narrowed with a sharp cold. slowly pushing himself into the room. back turning towards the beds as he slipped off his uniform jacket. shirt barely buttoned , tie a mess. tongue rolling to click sharply before ringed digits curled around the dart that was pinned to his side of the room.

             ❛   so  when  are  you  going  to  ask  me  on  a  date ??  the  flirting  is  nice,  but  damn––  when  can  a  guy  get  a  date,  ❜   he  teased.

SUBJECT: taking care of you meme NOTIFY: @sunxsin CONCERNING: ling yao

she doesn't know when this habit begins for him. how he's become a more anxious person, by right of her having struggled more, lately, then usual... he sees when she slips, she falls, the evidence. that he was good at hiding her ILLICIT AFFAIRS, but he was someone who loved to party as much as she did. he just knew how to play within his bounds, he hadn't seen the deep end of it the way that she had. but he knew, oh, he'd seen it play out, what hospital waiting rooms felt like, the anxious emotion of waiting, waiting, to see what might have shaken loose.

he never pushed too hard. there's something in her, essential, that he couldn't touch, that remained in a state of sorrow. he could at least say he understood when these moments hit, how the depression dips, curves, and cuts into her, almost looking to leave her fatally wounded. she's been picking up more and more, and outside of the people that he really KNEW ABOUT. and it's how she knows she has a problem, that something's not right here, and she's just got to like, deal with that. and she will! she swears, she's just... this just helps, and makes it easier, and it can't be that bad, can it?

the excuses are hollow, and he's watching her MORE CLOSELY now, and she knew that despite the resentment that builds and bubbles, that he's right in a lot of ways. that she'd wait otherwise, and sneak off to use, the door's open when he's asleep. but instead...

[  night  watch  ]  sender  refuses  to  sleep  deeply,  listening  for  every  shift  or  breath

SUBJECT: taking care of you meme NOTIFY: @sunxsin CONCERNING: ling yao

some days are worse than other days. some weeks, sort of felt as if they were a part of the same pattern. the heaviness, the weariness, of spirit, of body, of mind. it became a kind of drag that rue WASN'T SURE she could navigate all on her own. and could anyone really blame her for thinking that? not him, who was all too often aware of her good days, and the bad. he'd been there since the beginning, hadn't he? years off didn't change that fact, no matter how his father gave his best into the idea of keeping them apart. let that be his sin, his curse to carry, despite the inevitability of them. all the distance had taught them was a desire to grasp on tightly for what was theirs now. good luck with him tearing into her, then.

when things get bad, he's always there. trying to keep her on top of things, as the life and joy drain from her gaze, as her limbs grow restless, as something hollows out from inside. it's not like there needs to be a rhyme or reason, sometimes your brain is just there, playing the VILLAIN. and she's hopeless beneath it, sleeping more, so tired she barely knew how to get out of bed. ling's so kind, even when he dad starts calling about the work. instead, he's doing stuff to make life easier, to press back at the burden that felt as if it were overwhelming her now.

[  medicine  ]  sender  sets  alarms  on  their  phone  just  to  make  sure  receiver  doesn’t  miss  a  dose

something BEEPS STEADILY in the next room, soon silenced.

nobody wants to talk about how love, sometimes, was an ugly thing. how it meant you had to twist and care for someone in positions you never thought possible, how it meant that her depression would slip into such sordid grounds, that he'd have to handle the basics for her, just a little. the whole thing makes her feel that sense of shame somewhere within her, but it's lost within the waves of apathy that otherwise WIN OUT within the gray matter of her. everything, cast and distressed to such means, offering up a brief and flickering smile as ling entered the room, a coffee in hand, his palm closed around something.

[  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it