#torpidtm

“Why are you asking me if I’m scared?” the professor probed, his face painted with what might have been a mix between confusion and curiosity. He’d learned about her abilities to see those who have since passed, yes. And as much as he believed her, he still wasn’t quite sure how it worked. “Should I-- should I be scared?” He wasn’t scared no, merely wary. The supernatural, afterall, was something that he wasn’t very versed in.

They had come along way, and Evan wanted to do a special date night for Rhys and himself. He thought long and hard about what the two of them could do, and he had settled on putting something together that was more personal: the two of them staying at home, a home cooked meal by Evan, and maybe watching a movie after along with cuddling. It was supposed to be perfect, but it wasn’t going as smoothly as he had been hoping. As he pulled out the chicken dish he had made, he quickly gagged as the smell of burnt food filling in his nose. ‘Of course I messed it up!’ He shouted in his head. Evan grabbed the pan and dumped the entire thing in the trash before looking through the cabinets for something else he could make quickly. When he found mac and cheese, he quickly put some water on the stove and let it boil. Walking out of the kitchen, he moved to the couch to sit down next to Rhys. “So dinner is going to take just a little bit longer,” Evan told him, forcing a smile. ‘Also because you don’t know how to cook, and you burnt the entire meal you spent hours on, so you’re stuck with stupid mac and cheese. Hopefully he’s not disappointed.’ Evan sighed and rested his head against Rhys’ shoulder.

“OI! Mate, you’re mad! It’s bloody freezing!!!” Another gust of wind and she almost lost grip of the few envelopes in her hand. A deep frown on her face as it started to only snow now. “Honestly, what are you thinking???” 

Mercedes had always wanted a cat. They liked dogs in general, but the ones their family had were loud and solid and liked to knock people over. A lot like their brothers, in fact. Mercedes was more like a cat, thin and solitary and a little bit mysterious. So when they saw the tiny black kitten, they couldn’t help picking it up and holding it to their chest. “Hey little buddy,” they crooned as they took it up to their room. Neither of their dads were home to ask permission, so Mercedes set up a little haven for the kitten in the meantime. They lined a box with newspapers and old flyers, added a few scraps of fabric and tissue for the kitten to play with, and finally placed a tiny bowl of milk in the corner before setting the kitten in its temporary home. “It’s not much,” they apologized, “but I hope you like it.” Mercedes smiled and stroked the kitten’s ears before turning to change out of their janitor’s uniform.

cont. / @torpidtm

Most people wouldn’t willingly walk into this situation. Standing on a dark empty space with a strange man she’d just met that very day, cady didn’t care much for what most people would’ve done in her situation. She wasn’t like most people anyway. She’d never been like most people. Most people would’ve been cautious, she was simply excited to discover a new place. They had to climb over a few fences, and she was pretty sure they were trespassing, but it was beautiful out here in this quiet field. The stars were sparkling, and the moon was shining a soft light on them. And yet her first thought wasn’t the serenity she found being here, but just how perfect this place was to play with fire and not having to worry about someone getting hurt. But that was neither here nor there. She couldn’t play with fire at the moment anyway, lest she scare away Ariel. After all, he seemed pretty stressed out over her routine already. He’d probably die of shock if he found out she actually controlled fire. “So is this the part where you murder me?” she teased, turning to the man who had brought her there and breaking the silence.