#terrorofthenight

Send ‘🛀’ for your muse to walk in on mine while they’re in the bath!

Carlos didn't have an actual tub at the apartment, so when had the opportunity he decided to take a bath at Drake's house. It had been a long enough week, and he felt like indulging a bit.

As a dad he of course didn't lock the door. When he heard it open he cracked one eye open, expecting Angela to wander in with some question or other thing she thought he needed to tell him.

However, at the sight of pale feathers Carlos sat up straight and folded his arms over his chest. But then he felt silly because even wet, his feathers always kept him modest.

"Uh, Drake! Hi! I'm, um... kind of busy...?"

Gosalyn looks at Louie and sighs. "what's with the bruise man?" she asks. "you also fighting crime after college hours?" @terrorofthenight​

Shit shit shit shit. Louie panicks internally but he’s nothing but cool outside as an eyebrow goes up. “And jump on roofs? In these shoes? In this economy? I don’t think so.” 

plotted

@terrorofthenight​ said: Drake stretched as he sat on the couch, letting out of a soft tired sigh. The lights were low. Gos was asleep and it was just him and Launchpad.

"hey." he says quietly, finally relaxing back.

“Hey yourself.”

It was a hell of a night. They’d stopped a few muggings and one whole bank robbery, and come out of it no worse for wear, with the exception of some fresh bruises. And now he was sitting next to Drake, just watching the vigilante in the dim light of the room.

He’d thought for so long that he was handsome. Tired and beaten down but proud, that just seemed to hit even harder. He sighs a bit, then, leaning back against the back of the couch.

dead by daylight starters

@terrorofthenight​​ said: "there's nothing to be scared of"

It was hard to find a good answer for that. Since they’d met, she’d had several, of course. She was just restless, it was indigestion, stayed up too late texting with the girls; any number of things that could have bothered her were excuses she’d already exhausted. Now, sitting on the couch with her knees hugged tightly to her chest, those felt... too little.

Especially now that she’d gotten so used to waking up with him either asleep somewhere nearby... or just trying not to make noise while he moved around the shared space.

She didn’t remember her real dad, but the feeling was still nostalgic. So waking up to a silent, empty room had startled her more than she would care to admit.