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Claude studiously and sincerely ignored the red staining the woman's cheeks, watching their path instead. He did not need her to fall again, certainly not to hurt herself further. There was only, he was sure, s much a bruised and sore ankle could take. He preferred not to test the waters.

"Well then that is where we shall go, if you have no objections. It will give you somewhere to sit and, of course, the coffee."

Run Reggie Run {Open}

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Claude nodded as she agreed to his idea of a walk and so he led the way, moderating the pace in a way that he was becoming all too familiar. He didn’t have anywhere to be right away, anyhow.

“Ah, yes, that would make sense. He seems to obey his commands nicely, however. Were you hoping to be somewhere or was this just a run that ended…abruptly?”

“Well um both really.” Melody mused using her free hand to tug at the hem of her jacket looking anywhere but at the man. It was okay, she was fine but the embarrassment coated her cheeks in a very unpleasant red.

“Usually I end at Hatters for a morning coffee at the very least.”

#ch: melody #p: run reggie run #r: hymnals #//mobile replies

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deliver me from temptation, c.l.

#monsieur claude #words #inspo #religion tw #this queue is turning me to sin

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Claude nodded as she agreed to his idea of a walk and so he led the way, moderating the pace in a way that he was becoming all too familiar. He didn't have anywhere to be right away, anyhow.

"Ah, yes, that would make sense. He seems to obey his commands nicely, however. Were you hoping to be somewhere or was this just a run that ended...abruptly?"

Run Reggie Run {Open}

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She was a klutz, she said, and Claude couldn’t help but smile, just slightly, at that. There was something that reminded him of Sally in it, in the whole situation really, but he would be remiss to pronounce it as such. 

He did, however, wait for her to deny his help before nodding and inching a step or two away. 

“Ah, of course. An excitable puppy and black ice, a good combination they do not make. Perhaps we shall walk for a ways, then? See if your ankle feels any better?”

Melody nodded. There wasn’t a really good way to say no to that. To someone that just wanted to help out.

“I’m sure walking a bit would help.” Melody grinned putting a little bit of pressure on her ankle and making sure she didn’t wince. Reggie followed easily. As hyper as he was he was good with commands.

“He’s just under a year, Almost one though. It’s surprising how big he gets really and I still just call him a puppy.”

#ch: melody #p: run reggie run #r: hymnals #//mobile replies #//more replies to come! I need some new stuff on Claude so I might do a bit of plotting tomorrow

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roscoesykes​:

Yes, it was quite easy to see the resemblance between Roscoe and his son. There were many features it seemed the kid had managed to inherit from him - though he could definitely see every bit of Rita in him as well. Most of his.. bold traits seemed to come from Roscoe though. The mop of hair, the color of said hair, the prominent defining features upon his face - they all very much screamed Roscoe. 

So he could only snort at Claude’s comment, shrugging his shoulders idly. If he thought he was a clone now, the older man really should have seen a comparison between Mason and Roscoe when Roscoe was young. Though he didn’t have any pictures of himself, he knew he looked just like his son when he was his age. It would have been hard to pick them apart. 

“…Oh, like you would expect. He gets his attitude from me too.” Roscoe explained briefly - because really that was all he needed to say. The boy was… really a carbon copy of him, but a complete mama’s boy. Which.. well, that was very Roscoe of him too, wasn’t it? 

Roscoe watched easily as Mason shifted in his arms and hesitantly grabbed the stuffed animal and pulled it towards him, inspecting it critically as his gaze slipped between the soft rabbit and the stranger who’d gifted it to him. For a moment, Mason’s fingers only carefully ran over the fur, but after a few seconds, the boy finally pulled it closer, wedging it between himself and Roscoe’s chest as he giggled lightly. 

“…what do yous say Ma—” “..’t’nk yous!”  Came Mason’s interrupted reply, drawing a soft huff of a laugh from Roscoe before he shook his head and gave a small gesture to Claude - leading him further into the house finally. “…He’ll probably be your best friend now. He knows how bribery works.” Roscoe teased, keeping Mason in his arms as they walked into the kitchen if only to keep him from stealing Claude’s hand and dragging him off to play immediately. “…can I get yous anything? Beer…water. Whatever.” 

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Claude found himself smiling, ever so slightly, as his friend spoke. Though his eyes never left that of the small child he was currently in a staring contest with, the Frenchman nodded his head, acknowledging him all the same. “I am sure he is quite attached to his mother though,” he murmured, almost considering. It was certainly understandable. Most children were if given the chance to be, or so he had learned. Claude himself had been very attached to Amelie, from what he remembered, though those memories he had were fuzzy at best and, at worst, overshadowed by much darker things. 

The grin that broke across Claude’s face when Mason accepted the stuffed animal, wedging it between himself and his father’s chest with a giggle, was wide and bright and happy. Though he had none of his own, Claude had always found working with and being around children to be delightful. Their curious minds and innocent outlook on life were something he had always loved, something he had always wished to entertain, so this was certainly a step in the right direction. 

“You are very welcome,” he said with a laugh of his own. Then, Claude straightened up and followed Roscoe further into the home, shrugging a shoulder as he was asked what he wanted to drink. “Water is perfectly fine.” Leaning a hip against the counter, Claude crossed his arms and raised a brow, looking over the kitchen first and, then, back at his friend. 

“And how are you surviving the day without Rita, hm? The house does seem to be intact, more or less.” 

#ch: roscoe #p: daddy daycare #r: that damned dog #this queue is turning me to sin #//yes this is SUPER late #//yes this was also eaten

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She was a klutz, she said, and Claude couldn’t help but smile, just slightly, at that. There was something that reminded him of Sally in it, in the whole situation really, but he would be remiss to pronounce it as such. 

He did, however, wait for her to deny his help before nodding and inching a step or two away. 

“Ah, of course. An excitable puppy and black ice, a good combination they do not make. Perhaps we shall walk for a ways, then? See if your ankle feels any better?”

Run Reggie Run {Open}

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Ahhhh, he was a puppy. That made much more sense. For the puppy’s part, Reggie sat next to his owner once she grabbed his leash again, tail wagging happily as he looked between them both, tongue lolling from his mouth.

Somehow, Claude did not believe that he was necessarily always a good boy but he would not say such things, of course. Instead, he nodded his head and offered her a smile, watching with a small furrow between his brows as she stood, wincing as she put weight on her leg.

“Would you like some help?”

Melody stretched out her leg putting the weight onto her other, she would be fine in a few moments as was the benefit of her magic but that didn’t mean people knew about it. Could know about it.

If he thought it was worse then it was and saw her walking around later perfectly fine that would bring up more questions then it was worth.

“Oh no I’m okay. For a klutz i’m quite resilient. It comes with the territory of falling over all the time. Especially since I got Reggie.”

#ch: melody #p: run reggie run #r: hymnals #//mobile replies

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#monsieur claude #inspo #//yes I imagined this; yes I laughed #this queue is turning me to sin

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Ahhhh, he was a puppy. That made much more sense. For the puppy's part, Reggie sat next to his owner once she grabbed his leash again, tail wagging happily as he looked between them both, tongue lolling from his mouth.

Somehow, Claude did not believe that he was necessarily always a good boy but he would not say such things, of course. Instead, he nodded his head and offered her a smile, watching with a small furrow between his brows as she stood, wincing as she put weight on her leg.

"Would you like some help?"

Run Reggie Run {Open}

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Despite the cold seeping through his many layers, Claude enjoyed the snowy weather. There was something about the winter air that was crisp, fresh in a way the air of spring and summer never could compare to. It was a different sort of clime, but Claude found he did not mind.

He did mind, however, watching a young woman slip and fall in front of him on his way down the sidewalk, hitting hard enough for the sound to make the Frenchman wince in sympathy, Jogging over to make sure she was alright. When she waved him away and, instead, asked him to grab her wayward canine, Claude gave her a small smile before dashing off after the pup.

It wasn’t very hard, given that the dog bounced around on his paws close to where his owner had fallen, seemingly ignorant of her injuries, or the potential for them. “You, Monsieur, are very good for not running off while your mother lay there, aren’t you?” He imagined if Silas would do something similar if Sally had taken a tumble, and the thought brought about another grin as he wrapped the leash in a fist.

“Here he is,” he said once he’d come back to the young woman. “Are you sure that you are alright?”

Melody sighed laying there for a moment, Reggie hadn’t gone far and that was enough to at least not make her frantic enough to get up and fall over again. And the man was nice enough to help so all in all, it was going alright and that was all that mattered.

For now.

“Thank you. He’s not even a year yet so while I’m training him, obviously, he not perfect. Not that I’d expect him to be perfect. He’s doing quite well.” Melody defended against herself? Moving to stand and take Reggie’s leash back wincing lightly at her ankle.

#ch: melody #p: run reggie run #r: hymnals #//mobile replies

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Despite the cold seeping through his many layers, Claude enjoyed the snowy weather. There was something about the winter air that was crisp, fresh in a way the air of spring and summer never could compare to. It was a different sort of clime, but Claude found he did not mind.

He did mind, however, watching a young woman slip and fall in front of him on his way down the sidewalk, hitting hard enough for the sound to make the Frenchman wince in sympathy, Jogging over to make sure she was alright. When she waved him away and, instead, asked him to grab her wayward canine, Claude gave her a small smile before dashing off after the pup.

It wasn't very hard, given that the dog bounced around on his paws close to where his owner had fallen, seemingly ignorant of her injuries, or the potential for them. "You, Monsieur, are very good for not running off while your mother lay there, aren't you?" He imagined if Silas would do something similar if Sally had taken a tumble, and the thought brought about another grin as he wrapped the leash in a fist.

"Here he is," he said once he'd come back to the young woman. "Are you sure that you are alright?"

Run Reggie Run {Open}

Frosty morning didn’t stop Melody from her morning runs, it didn’t even stop Reggie from joining her. The pup had little booties on to protect his feet from the snow or the ice just in case while Melody ran around the paths all bundled up, Her nose turning pink as she ran.

It was a good run until her foot hit a patch of black ice and in good Melody fashion she went down. And considering she was on a small hill she kept going down only letting go of Reggie so he wouldn’t be pulled along with her.

Grimacing Melody didn’t even get up but she was too far from Reggie to grab his leash again. “Excuse me can you grab him!”

#ch: melody #p: run reggie run #r: hymnals

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@perry-flynn

Hélène was unaccustomed to anyone doing sweet things for her. But Perry, Perry did. Though he might take a bit longer to get around to some things than others might, she didn’t mind, not really. You see, before him, Hélène had not been treated with much kindness at all; instead, she was used and discarded and made into a meek-hearted little girl, afraid of her own shadow, a lionhearted little girl turned into a beaten alley cat. 

But, with Perry, she found that she could smile. With Perry, she could even laugh. Her demons did not seem so close, so terrifying, and he did not ask things of her that she could not give, did not want to give. 

He was sweet and kind, her Perry, a bit rough around the edges, a bit crass, but that was what she liked about him. 

He did not make her feel as though she must be a perfect young lady, like she was a china doll to be displayed, seen but never heard. Perry let her be herself, and she found she could not let that go. 

Though, when push came to shove and he wouldn’t tell her anything about their evening beyond ‘I made plans,’ well, she could be a bit vexed with him, a pouting forming on her mouth as she shrugged into her coat with his help. However, Hélène could only be cross with him for so long before she sighed and fixed her long, dark curls over a shoulder and offered him a smile and her hand. 

“Of course, Perry. You may take us wherever you have made these plans. If you went to so much trouble, I suppose that it is something nice, oui?”

Cold Hands, Warm Heart | Winter Fun with Perry & Helene

Things Perry Flynn did not have much experience with: Dating. Things Perry Flynn had plenty of experience with: Planning and organization. So, hopefully that at least would work in his favor. He’d managed to break himself out of the anxious funk that had made leaving the house difficult these last few months, and was thinking that a wintery christmas spirit evening with Helene might make up to her what crummy company he’d been over that time.

So after a couple of days spent cleaning up his house it had been presentable enough to invite her over for dinner, and he’d even gone as far as digging out one of his old Christmas jazz vinyls to play quietly in the background. He hadn’t lit the fireplace because he had other plans, but maybe when they got back tonight.

Rather than bothering with the washing up right now he put their dishes in the sink, and pulled her coat off the stand by the door, holding it open for her. Which Helene understandably looked a little vexed by, because she had no idea what was happening. “C’mon, I made plans.” Perry’s smile was shy but excited, “if you want, anyway, I just thought- all we’ve been doing is sitting around for weeks, I wanted to do something nice.”

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#ch: perry #p: cold hands warm heart #r: perlene #r: detect my sins

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enthusiasticclouds-sally​:

Well, since she was given the permission to decide the tea, Sally figured she would make some chamomile tea. She had some fresh dry chamomile grown and everything from her garden. It would be a perfect warm and relaxing tea. The boys in her house loved it. 

“She has, but she still thinks she’s a small puppy. She loves to curl up on everyone.”

It wasn’t long before the pair of them reached her house, Salene and Silas immediately running right up to the red head the moment she opened the door. Sally made sure to give them both some doting attention before stepping aside so that they could see Claude. Salene instantly barked in excitement to see an old friend, her tail wagging ecstatically as she sat on her hind legs right in front of Claude.

It made Sally laugh. “Salene is expecting some very overdue attention and she won’t move until she gets it.” She barked then as if to say that her redhead was right.

Silas, on the other hand, lagged a little behind curiously looking at the new stranger that had just entered his home. He was always the more cautious one and had done the same for both Panic and Hector, but he ended loving them both at the end, so Sally knew it would be the same for Claude. 

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Claude smiled at the description of the dog he had not seen in quite some time, imagining it all too well. Salene was incredibly affectionate and had been from the moment Sally had brought her into her home. He was sad to say he had not seen her in some time but with everything that had gone on recently, it was not a surprise. 

“I am sure she does,” he replied, shaking his head as he continued walking alongside the redhead. “I’m sure it is quite an endeavor, too, perching herself on a person’s lap. She is not small.” 

The journey to Sally’s home was, as always, a fairly short one. Claude sometimes forgot how close everything in Swynlake was to one another but more so the houses in town. Living by the lakeside for the amount of time he had, Claude often forgot what it was like to walk from the market to a home here. The small smile on his face grew wider when he saw the dogs greeting their owner, Claude automatically bending down to pet at Salene’s ears, laughing when she barked at him. “I can see that.” To Salene he said, “My apologies, darling Salene. It has been much too long. You have gotten very big. Your mother takes very good care of you, doesn’t she? And your brother, hm? How is he?”

Claude glanced over to the other pup, allowing Silas to smell his hand, as he appeared to be the more timid of the pair. When he received a small tail wag, the Frenchman stood to his feet and gestured for Sally to head inside before him. “Shall we?”

#ch: sally #p: ragtime gal #r: dead eyed angel #//THE PUPPPPIESSSSS #//and yeah I realized Claude only has a small handful of friends so #this queue is turning me to sin

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The redhead's teasing drew a quiet laugh from Claude and he rolled his shoulders back into a shrug. "I do not sleep well, unfortunately. Too much going on all of the time. I work odd hours, as it were, as well, so it...manages to work to my benefit. I am, indeed, a night owl, as you say." It was a faint glimmer of Sally's usually humor but it was a start. There was still a faint sadness tinging her gaze but it was fading, or that was the hope, anyway.

Watching as Sally grabbed the spare clothing and towel until she disappeared around the corner of the hall, Claude hummed to himself as he gathered mugs, vanilla extract, chocolate and hot chocolate mix down from the cabinet. Glancing over his shoulder when she came back, Claude's eyebrows twitched upward, the corner of his mouth curling, when he saw how big the shirt was on her. "Better?"

Nodding at her words, because he had never thought otherwise, Claude gestured to the refrigerator. "You can grab the cream and a pan for the stove, then, if you'd like. We do not make microwaveable hot chocolate here. It would be a travesty."

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Someone To Cry To || Dead Eyed Angel

Claude watched the redhead for a moment with a concerned furrow to his brow before he disappeared into the depths of his flat, pulling out towels and a spare shirt for her to sleep in, blankets for the couch. His mind was already made up on that; she would not be going home, not this late and certainly not this upset. It was even her own words (I can’t go home) that confirmed it. 

He padded quietly back into the room, cargo in hand, and set the blankets gently on the arm of the couch. Then, he unfolded the towel and draped the spare t-shirt over his arm. She still looked impossibly sad, but Sally had tried to muster up a smile, so that was an improvement. There were still stray tears clinging to the corners of her eyes, but they had not fallen or, if they had, they had mixed in with the water that still dripped from her hair and her clothes. 

“Here,” he said, voice gentle as he handed the towel and shirt to her. “The bathroom is just off the right, down the hall, for you to change. I will put on tea or, perhaps, hot chocolate? Which would you prefer?” The latter was a rarity, something he drank only so often, but he figured that this was as good a time as any to make it. 

When she apologized to him, Claude tsked and shook his head. “There is no need for that, Sally. None at all. I am glad you came here, that you did not try to go home like this. I was up, as it were, so it is quite alright.” 

“I’m very lucky then that you seem to be a night owl like me.” 

Sally teased fondly, the hint of light in her eyes was missing and her voice was barely above a whisper, but she managed to keep the small semblance of a smile she had already placed on her features. Everything felt far too heavy and was still so freshly entangled and raw inside of her that she couldn’t manage her normal light spirit, but Claude was helping chip away at the heaviness. 

All of the kindness he was showing her and the warm glow of care that emitted from her all aided in slowly muffling the rage of her father’s hatred that still lingered under her skin. 

The redhead quietly grabbed a hold of the shirt and towel and made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t realize the wonderful relief that would come with slipping into a very warm shirt but she was eternally grateful for it. The shirt was large on her flowing past her knees and the short sleeves falling past her elbows. It was perfectly comfortable. 

Sally returned back to the kitchen feeling a little lighter than when she had originally entered. 

“Umm, I’ll take the hot chocolate if the offer is still available. I can help too, in making the hot chocolate. I… don’t think I can sit still right now. I feel really out of my own skin.” She admitted knowing the restless was caused by the residue of her father’s emotions she had taken into herself right before he passed away. 

#ch: sally #p: someone to cry to #r: dead eyed angel #//mobile replies

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perry-flynn​:

Things with Helene were still new- well, not her presence in his life, that he had grown used to quite some time ago, but the change in their dynamic. Was she his girlfriend? He’d been assuming so, or rather referring to her as such in his head when he thought about her- even now, when he was low and wobbly and almost entirely focused on work, she popped into his head sometimes- but it wasn’t as if he really knew what that meant these days.

What did she expect? What did she want? Was he supposed to call every day? Did she want flowers, well thought out dates, heart felt words written out in cards? Perry… Well, maybe he could do those things. He wanted to try and do those things. He’d been thinking about them, just didn’t know if he actually could do them. Walks through the forest- the parts he knew were safe- nights over at the hunted deer when he knew they were having live music, making her dinner. He was a decent enough cook, even if he didn’t bother much for himself. Stick on a good old vinyl and make her dinner, light that fireplace he had but never used.

He thought about doing all that with her, but could barely work up the energy to get off the couch and brush his teeth right now, never mind leave the house.

And if he thought about it enough Perry knew what had put him in a mood this time around. February had been months ago now, but considering how thuroughly he’d thrown hismelf into work and Helene it shouldn’t be surprising that it was only now he was dealing with it. Re-living those months on the run, only this time there was no monster. Just him and the tightness in his chest that wouldn’t go away. 

Looking at her, sitting on his sofa anf twisting the rings on her hand around like a lifeline he wondered if she didn’t feel a similar tightnes sometimes. He didn’t know everything that she’d gone through, but he knew enough to figure that wouldn’t be unreasonable. She knew, though. Helene had lived through his nightmare with him now. They hadn’t really talked about it. Well, he hadn’t. Perry sighed, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and turning to gaze at her properly. Still so pretty, even when she fretted. 

“I’m…” Fine, honestly. That was what he should be saying. He should tell Helene that he’s fine and she doesn’t need to worry but– what would that do? He’d lived in Swynlake for years without really making any friends and he kept telling everyone he was fine, and it wasn’t true.

Perry Flynn was still angry, and he was still scared for no reason, and he had been all that and alone to boot. “It comes back to me sometimes.” He says after a long drag on his cigarette, frowning and turning to stare out the window, “How I felt back then. When he was after me.” His voice is soft and dispassionate, like a man making small talk. Or a man trying not to have a break down. “It hasn’t in a long time, but… That dream, you know. It was a better version of it, with you there. But it still… I still…” Perry cleared his throat before smoking again, “I know he can’t get out. But I thought I knew that the first time, too.”

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Hélène wondered often about the things she had seen, lived through, all those months ago with Perry. There were things that people very rarely brought up again after they had come up, she knew, but she didn’t know how to talk about this, even when it beat against the cage of her chest and fluttered in her neck alongside her pulse; there, real and fleeting, and entirely ignorant of her wanting to ignore it. If it hurt Perry then, well, it could be closed away but there was a feeling that she had that made her want to talk about it. 

She just didnt know how to begin. 

Dark eyes flitted back to his face, finely-boned hands settling into the curl of her lap, head tilting as she took in his face, the tiredness that hang there and colored his face like an old bruise. Looked at him and smiled, a small, polite little thing with a flash of teeth, eyes crinkling in understanding. Because she did, in her own way. 

“Me too,” she said, voice soft, barely carrying across the opening between them. Her fingers twitched and fidgeted with the softness of her skirts, aching to curl her legs up into her chest. Instead, she slipped her shoes from her feet and hooked her hands under her knees when she curled her legs beneath her body. “It is...hard. To forget what he did to me. To Claude, too, though I--”

She stopped, swallowed, bowed her head. 

“He is dead,” she whispered, spinningspinningspinning her rings and crinkling the fabric of her dress, eyes somewhere far away, “but I still wake up thinking that he will come through the door of the apartment. That he is not gone. Sometimes...I do not think he ever will be. He lives in my memories...the things he did...and I wish he could die there, too.” 

But that will never happen, she does not say, though it hangs heavily in the air, heavier, even, then the cigarette smoke Perry had tried and failed to blow out the window. 

#ch: Perry #p: too tired to call #r: perlene #this queue is turning me to sin #//made myself emo

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roscoesykes​:

There was no chance that Mason was sleeping. No - not a chance in hell. Not when his mother was out doing errands and he was left alone with Roscoe and the dogs. Who… thankfully, had also long since learned their lessons and were likely upstairs curled up in the bedroom together. Leaving just Roscoe to deal with Mason this morning. 

So yes, by the time there was a soft knock on the door, Roscoe definitely looked a little put out - at least compared to his norm, where a hair was rarely out of place on his head. It was too easy to cast an amused glare at the other man before he rolled his eyes and opened the door wider with a nod of his head. “…Oh like you wouldn’t believe. Though I’m sure you might be able to take a guess at why…” He mumbled with a short breath of a laugh, glancing over his shoulder and expecting Mason to come running over to attack his new prisoner too - but however when he did, the boy was simply stood behind the corner leading to the den, curious eyes peeking out from under a wild mop of hair - a trait he shared so easily with his father. “…Or perhaps not.”  

Furrowing his brows slightly, Roscoe waited for Claude to come in before he shut the door behind him, arms resting lightly on his hips as he blew an amused sigh through his nose. “Guess he’s gonna be shy today.” The man explained softly, watching as his son eyed his friend critically, swaying lightly behind the archway. “…C’mere Mase. Yous know who this is - yous ain’t gotta hide.” Granted… perhaps he didn’t see Claude that much and well… last time he was a baby being baptized, but it was the principle. Another beat and Mason slowly came around the corner, hesitating only a moment before running full speed into Roscoe’s legs with a mumbled “Up!” Something that was easily obliged by the man as he lifted his son to rest of his hip - the boy still giving Claude the look. “C’mon, say hi, Mason.” A beat - and finally his little hand moved to wave shyly. 

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Claude accepted his friend’s glare and eye roll as he always did, with good-natured humor, and stepped into the other man’s home very carefully, looking around to take in what was new and what was not. He had been here only once or twice and it had usually been when it was just he and Roscoe, his little boy always with his mother or too young to be around many people. He did not blame Rita for that, however. It was a mother’s instinct and a mother’s way, and he had been content to be asked to give him his baptism. 

In fact, he had been honored to do so.

“He is your clone,” Claude mumbled, snorting amusedly at the child peeking out from behind the wall into the main living area. “I am sure he is just as stubborn as his father, yes?” It wasn’t really a question, in truth. Claude already knew that the answer was a resounding yes. Shrugging his jacket off and hanging it carefully on the coat rack by the door, assuring that his movements were neither too quick nor too large. 

He had had plenty children in his congregation in France, as well as in Swynlake, and Claude also knew what scared and what did not. There was a softness that he took on, now, that was unlike his usually personality around Roscoe, and it was all for the younger Sykes’ benefit. “It is quite alright, Roscoe. I have not seen him since he was still in swaddling--” the Frenchman slanted a kid smile to the child who waved shyly at him, then, and procured a small, stuffed rabbit from, offering it as a truce between he and the child. “--but I believe that we will get along, eventually, oui?” 

Mason watched him with a child’s suspicion, face nestled into the crook of his father’s shoulder, but his eyes moved again and again to the stuffed animal in Claude’s hand. After what felt like an eternity, a small hand reached out and grabbed one long, silky ear in his fist and tugged. Claude let it go easily. 

#ch: roscoe #p: daddy daycare #r: that damned dog #this queue is turning me to sin

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enthusiasticclouds-sally​:

“I’m getting a little better at trying not to, at least the ghost whispers don’t bother me as much… only more so when I’m trying to sleep and I have control of my visions… well at least as much control as I can have.” 

Sally admitted casually with a shrug of her shoulders to follow. She was always one that never minded so much speaking about her magic, or even admitted to what she had but she knew that people often looked at her horrified whenever she did. It didn’t matter whether she admitted to being a medium, empath or having visions, people looked at her as if she was some sort of freak to be scared about.

It was so wonderfully refreshing to speak about it now and see Claude look at her as if she was someone enjoyable to be around. He didn’t inch away from her, or grow bugged out eyes and spooked out body language. In fact, all of his emotions were warm and welcoming so much so that Sally enjoyed allowing them to flow freely like a river instead of blocking them with a mental wall.

The redhead smiled now as she began to walk towards the direction of her house. She loved hearing different languages and even if she was only fluent in English and probably couldn’t understand much, there was still something very captivating about it all.

It was why she loved Simba for teaching her some Swahili.

“Any preference on the tea? And Salene would be so glad to see you again.”  

@enthusiasticclouds-sally​

She was getting better. Well, that was good to hear. Or, rather, better at not letting her visions control her. 

Though he had only touched upon the surface of things when helping her with Daniel and his passing, Claude knew that there was much about her connection with the dead that burdened Sally, the kind of burden that weighed heavily on someone’s soul, could mark them for the rest of their life. Even still, she was always such a bright light, shining even in her lost moments...Claude respected that about her, loved that about her, in truth, just as he loved that she was herself. 

Her visions, her tattoos and her quirky ways were what made Sally Finkelstein who she was, at the very center of the fabric of her being.

And Claude would not have her any other way.

Turning to follow along at her side, Claude shook his head. “None at all. Whatever you have will be perfectly fine.” He smiled at the mention of the Dalmatian. “I have missed her. I’m sure she’s gotten quite big.”

#ch: sally #p: ragtime gal #r: dead eyed angel #this queue is turning me to sin

[hellfire-damnation]

God’s Squad

#monsieur: claude #inspo #religious imagery tw #this queue is turning me to sin

[hellfire-damnation]

BDRPWRIMO DAY #1 - Write a Sonnet

An unfinished sonnet shoved between the pages of a worn Bible.

Ave Maria, gratia plena, I have forgotten thee,

I have forgotten you just like my mother

Eia ergo, Advocata nostra, beloved Maria hear my plea,

Upon your word and loving deed

I rest my faith on forsaken skin,

Like a loving look to my soul doth feed,

Ave Maria,

#bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimo2020 #bdrpwrimosav #//yes I know this is slightly late #//I couldn't decide if I would post a full or unfinished one #religious imagery tw