#susponte

TIM GUTTERSON & RILEY HARRIS, a study

poetry fragment by trista mateer , gabriela mistral in a letter to doris dana c , giovanni's room by james baldwin , leo voronsky to catherine ii in the great , poem without a hero & selected poems by anna akhmatova

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       …     ‘    requested by @susponte :         still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

woman doesn't look up from her clipboard . it's the end of an incredibly long shift , and her bedside manner isn't nearly as fresh as it had been twelve hours prior . " hey , i'm. . . doctor jones , i'll be looking after you today . " feet stop just short of his bedside , flicking through papers . " this is an impressive chart . you need to be more careful . "

with  an  exasperated  ,      and  slightly  impatient  ,      sigh  ,      arthur  moves  toward  the  door  next  to  tim  ,      just  barely  peering  out  .      there's  something  going  on  in  the  streets  just  past  the  alley  ,      and  he  ,      for  once  ,      doesn't  want  to  bother  with  it  ,      not  the  least  of  which  stems  from  the  fact  he  might  be  recognised  if  he  steps  foot  out  there  .

@susponte  .      ❝  it’s  considered  impolite  not  to  give  your  all  in  a  fight  .    ❞

❝        impolite  ?!        ❞        whispers  arthur  harshly  ,      and  loudly  enough  to  be  heard  over  the  faint  din  of  voice  and  stomping  feet  and  all  the  commotion  just  outside  and  down  the  alley  .        ❝        you  know  what's  considered  impolite  ?      gettin'  involved  in  somethin'  you  ain't  got  no  business  bein'  involved  in  !      like  this  .      we  don't  know  what's  goin'  on  out  there  ,      and  i  don't  wanna  find  out  .      let  them  deal  with  it  ,      and  let  'em  be  .        ❞

he  steps  back  .      then  back  again  ,      until  his  shoulder  blade  hits  the  wall  ,      where  he  stays  ,      reaching  up  for  the  bandana  around  his  neck  and  lifting  it  up  ,      wiggling  it  over  the  curves  of  his  nose  and  slipping  it  over  the  bridge  .      his  gaze  rests  on  tim  .        ❝        marshal  .        ❞

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"It feels like I did." Maybe he was right, but Maren's villain complex wouldn't allow her to mourn her own innocence. She deserved bad things to happen to her because she had done bad things to other people. It didn't matter that she was born that way, not when even the woman who bore her couldn't stand to be around her. Besides, it was far easier to pity herself than it was to be confident. "Hammurabi would think so, too. An eye for an eye, y'know?"

"i  keep  tryin'  to  see  if  it  wants  to  come  inside,  but  ...  i'm  thinkin'  that  the  answer  is  no."  finally,  she  juts  her  chin  up  toward  tim,  waving  her  hand  to  beckon  him  down  on  the  floor  beside  her,  "c'mere  -  once  this  guy  goes,  i  think  i  can  get  some  birds  over  here."