#thread 20

You are drawn to social situations like a bee to a flower.

You hover around the room, flitting from person to person, alighting where you wish. Small conversations, little exchanges of words, a smile that permeates your tone where your face is obscured. You are happy, alight, thriving. Your heels click on the floor in an all-too-satisfying way, and they lead you to a mask that piques your interest.

"May I have this dance?"

[ cont from here with @tommyheavyshield​ ]

“I’m okay.” Jody said, opening his eyes long enough to see Tommy. And how worried the poor kid looked. He lifted his hand, the one with the heart monitor on his finger, gesturing weakly to Tommy to come closer and patted the bedside a little. There was enough room for Tommy to sit, and Jody wanted him near. But he wasn’t sure how exactly he could ease the boy’s fears.

“Thank you for being with me, Tommy. It means a lot. I feel better already.”

He ignored the mention of water, or if he was allowed it. He couldn’t keep anything down, even water. It wouldn’t do any good to have Tommy worry about that.

[continued from here with @bloodwynes​]

“Why would you say that?”

He didn’t mean for his question about his dad to be so panic filled or even mildly accusatory. He was on edge, more so than he realized. He took a breath, nodding at the other, who obviously knew him. Looking at the back of photographs was the good idea... wandering out of the house, without his phone, he realized now, touching his pockets, had been a stupid one.

“I’m sorry--” Dhani felt suddenly emotional, taking a shorter breath. Was his Dad dead? Surely someone wouldn’t joke if he was calling for his dead dad. Surely not.

“No, everything is... very messed up. Do you know--” Why would she know where his dad was? And why should he pass up getting more information right now? “--I can’t remember anything... I can’t-- I couldn’t even remember their names-- Or mine. I looked at the back of their pictures. In my room.”

[ cont from here with @eviexstratford​ ]

He had discovered the frozen over pond on one of his early morning walks and cajoled Wat to join him that morning to test how sturdy it was, after much bitching and moaning from the vampire about being taken advantage of. It was obviously magically made as the temperature had dropped a little, but not nearly enough for water to freeze on it’s own, or even bring out a jacket when it rained. Jody had acquired himself some ice skates in the meantime after discovering it and ventured out to skate. Wat had no interest, still sulking from being made the test subject.

He thought of Evelyn, her former career, if she would ever skate again. Or want to. If inviting her to come out with him would be an insult or make her upset in any way. The music, he was not expecting, curious as to who was out here and who would have brought music. Seeing the female figure in the blue dress, it could honestly only be one person. He recognized her from the curve of her body and dark hair, even seeing her from behind. He had watched her glide out onto the ice dozens of times on television.

Jody sat on the nearby bench and forgot all about his own skates, watching in pleasant disbelief as the woman who had shied away from his fan-boying when they had first met took to the ice again.

[ cont from here with @xdakotawintersx ]

“No,” Jody said and groaned a little, giving the slightest shake of his head. He opened his eyes not immediately recognizing the voice. His vision was a bit blurry and dizzy. He sighed and closed his eyes again, thinking that Dakota was Jace or maybe Dominick.

[ cont from here with @professorfawn​ ]

“Fawn,” Jody smiled a bit, reaching out to hold their hand. He was glad to see them, of course, glad to see them in their female presenting form, too, as Jody never wanted Fawn to feel insecure in either one. He wasn’t sure how long they had been here or if he had spoken to them before. It was hard to remember, hard to tell. He didn’t want to worry them, so he didn’t ask. Being in the hospital as sick as he knew he was was worrying enough. 

He glanced over to the flowers and gave a small contented sigh before closing his eyes again, feeling dizzy again. He didn’t want to sit up, he didn’t want to be sick because of Fawn giving him a little water.

“Maybe later... I love the flowers.”

[ cont from here with @professorfawn​ ]

This person seemed to know him, seemed concerned about him. That was a good sign. And he had a name now. It was a bit overwhelming. All of it. He should have fed the cats before he left the house, probably... Or maybe left a note? It didn’t occur to him to think someone didn’t want him. That was a good thing, especially since it was obvious he was adopted. Maybe there were certainties in his subconscious. Such as believing he could trust the blond sitting in the sand.

[ cont from here with @frankiexvanderbilt ]

He had no real comparison for how ‘early’ she meant. Early in the morning or evening? His room didn’t have a window, so all the more difficult. He didn’t bother for clarification. If Frankie was here with a get well soon basket, then people knew what was going on, Layla was assuredly taken care of by someone, and the pets, fostered and owned, were being looked after. It was good to have so many friends here.

Jody attempted to sit up slightly, vaguely listening to Frankie mention the things she brought. The teddy bear was cute and Jody even smiled slightly. But it was obvious he was having difficulty paying attention and settled back in bed again. He lifted a hand to wipe at his forehead, his arm felt heavy and weak. His hair was damp with sweat and he pushed it back from his face, the IV trailing from his hand.

“No... I don’t think so.” Jody answered after a long moment. He felt a little more clear headed than he had been waking up before, though he never stayed awake for long, just enough to vomit or dry heave. Hopefully that was over with. But he didn’t trust either crackers or the sports drink Frankie had brought him, however kind of her.