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who wants memes.

#ruben rambles: ooc. #hi. hope y'all are doing gucci great. #i am kissing your forehead n making you soup.

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“ m’mkay. ” and a lull settles over, broken by lapping water and loafing hums. auggie hasn’t relaxed like that in forever. (was always quick quick quick. a face rinse at the sink, on the road. a rushed shower, in a friend’s home.)

the boy dries himself and wanders to stack of clean, downy soft clothes. he likes his shirt. the sleeves kinda swoosh over his arms. something gracious threads his heart.

his hand fumbles the door knob. just to let her know he’s okay, he’s finished. “ i’m, uh. ” timidness averts his gaze. “ feelin’ much better. ”

"Is it too cold?" Her own sense of temperature, gauged by icy hand, is not always accurate. She runs some hot water, careful of his toes, to warm the bath up - but mostly she's just fussing. Bella doesn't want to leave him alone, necessarily, since his knees had buckled once before, but he was most certainly old enough to not want her there.

Finally, after a few long moments, she bites a lip. "I'll go, sweetheart, give you some privacy." Standing, she eyes the room to make sure his towel is in its spot and anything else he might want is close by. "I'll get you something to change into, but call for me if you need me, okay? I'll hear you."

#miidnighters #story of a boy. #miidnighters: bella.

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(his eyes were bronzite gemstones. lamentable. watchful.) protective of the itty-bitty creature within slim arms. his thumb strokes an oval ear. “ i scared off the wolf. before it could take him away. ”

it was reckless. it was love, too. toward all delicate critters robbed with tragedy. august whispers, “ should bury him and say – say a few words. ”

Artemis' gaze settles on August with a heavy weight. She is a tall tree in the light of the fire, shadow stretching to reach over him and his precious cargo.

"Indeed he did," she agrees softly, and kneels to investigate further. The lamb is still. "This one has already crossed the Styx with Charon," Artemis says, though not unkindly. "How would you like to honour it?"

#epistrefei #story of a boy. #animal death

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“ necklace. ” the boy singsongs. “ okay, your turn. ”

that's a good choice. "hm, probably not the trees and the grass. so maybe it's... one of the beads on my necklace. or my shorts. or---or cabin number four. 'cause that one has vines and stuff all over it."

#nosestealer #story of a boy.

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‘when shit gets too real’ pushes his hand to his jaw, featherlight. and he hates the dentist. expressing that common sentiment feels redundant. so, he replies: « smart dentists are the best kind. » lopsided, close-mouthed smile.

« it’s fine, i promise. » a vague, dismissive hand flap. « i can just have water. »

<<We have a dentist who sees us,>> she offers. <<I don't know if they have everything up-to-date, but he seems smart, and he helps Juniper, sometimes, when shit gets too real for Juniper to handle.>> He's probably affiliated with the mob. Lila leaves this out.

<<You need to eat,>> she adds, feeling annoying, but looking at August with a new tenderness.

#vitalphenomena #story of a boy. #vitalphenomena: lila.

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august drinks his water. careful to sip rather than chug. bella’s warning. the trickle of the water inside the glass fascinates him. like otherworldly handprints.

obligingly, the boy putters into the bathroom. (crouched within tub, looking small and fragile in his boxers.) the cold water jolts him, fending off his topsy-turvy mindset.

“ does it have to be so c-cold. ”

It's only because she's had a lot of years hearing a lot of things that her hands don't falter - though, inaudible to anyone who wasn't her, something cracks inside her.

"Sure, sweetheart." Measured voice - as though the blunder had never happened. "You just sit quiet for a few more minutes, and I'll grab you something."

A kiss is pressed to the top of his head as she rises, bringing back a glass of hold water she presses into his hands. "Just sip that, but drink the whole thing. A cool bath might not go astray either."

#miidnighters #story of a boy. #miidnighters: bella.

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@sorrowsick: “ look who’s here. ” / rosie

memes, accepting

he tried to stay quiet, footfalls thief-like. invisible. and nonetheless, she noticed him.

small hands grip a piece of notebook paper. the crayon drawing shows august and zahrosa – the boy, wearing his hoodie. the sorceress, dressed in a vyshyvanka.

(he has done research to collect knowledge. a new word here, a cultural lesson there.) it was art. painstaking and loving. band-aids curl his fingers, perhaps the strongest indicator of the child’s creative determination.

#sorrowsick #mssg. #sorrowsick: zahrosa. #hi. i just needed 2 write this. #and also make you cry. ♥️

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Letters To My Head series (2015) by Emily Ewing

#not without laughter: narrative.

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would you collect rocks with me. be honest

#soft ain't weak: vibes.

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butterfly rapid blink. hands tug the hood of his dirty sweatshirt. it maps his head like a cotton mountaintop. his teeth worry at hoodie drawstring. (this drawstring, chewed and unraveling, has seen kinder days.)

the kid is doing finger guns. with ‘pew, pew’ sound effect: “ won’t, won’t, won’t. ”

Nice. Supplying the lie for her. Now it feels less grimy to nod and say, "Yeah, I hear that'll happen when you don't get enough sleep."

Millie angles herself to relieve him of the sight of the waking terror. Now that she's had a proper look at the shadows under his eyes, though, she's not entirely convinced that he isn't having exhaustion-induced hallucinations.

"Which one: can't sleep, or won't?"

#tensleepshrike #story of a boy. #that means a lot! :3 #and you're so welcome. <3

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a solid idea. “ i spy with my little eye...somethin’ green. ”

it's no longer you, @soulmissed

"---why not make it a game?"

#nosestealer #story of a boy.

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@0brighta

sock-clad feet tiptoe the floorboards. a teddy bear is bunched underneath his bandaged chin. (auggie should be asleep. even kids of the apocalypse require their slumber.) he smiles, a tiny fist knuckling toffee eyes. “ nothin’s the matter. ” bad dreams. that’s what usually woke him. “ i just. missed you. ”

#0brighta #story of a boy. #🥺 soft...

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his cheek slopes at cooling hand and hazy thoughts gust to his mama. under a different life, would she cup his face with parallel, maternal care?

copper eyes are drawn ajar. (on wobbling elbows, he pitches forward.) his vision adjusts. he rests his chin against his bent knees.

he mutters ‘mom’ instead of bella. oblivious to his blunder. “ water sounds good. ”

It's only because his eyes are closed that she allows herself a small smile - though such a thing would be wiped away in an instant should they open.

"Gotta be careful out there, especially this time of day." She murmurs, moving her hand to offer cool relief to his other cheek. "Have you had enough water, darling? Maybe we'll get you something to keep with you."

The vampire is so tender. In another life, she might have sat like this with a child of her own.

"Not long, darling. Only a moment or two." Clearly, though, he was still a bit overheated and muddled.

#miidnighters #story of a boy. #miidnighters: bella.

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the boy signs « toothache. » in response. yeah, it sucked. and he would manage.

(he was accustomed to going without. adequate clothing. adequate diet. adequate lodgings.)

sharing, within and beyond his means, came effortlessly. his friend – were they friends? – needed a snack.

Lila watches August's slow, careful movements. She feels like an animal he's trying to tame. She doesn't like it.

But, hey, she really is hungry.

She accepts the trail mix, rips the packet open with her teeth.

Then, something occurs to her. She pops a peanut into her mouth, then signs, <<What are you going to eat?>>

#vitalphenomena #story of a boy. #vitalphenomena: lila.

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@byanyan: ❝ fuck the rules. ❞ ( hiiii :> )

memes, accepting

the metal sign bolted to gas station wall reads, paying customers only. drone of air conditioning, frosted drinks in varied flavors. august tilts his face. taffy apple eyes peel shut. tongue wagging hot.

(seems a stone-hearted decision. excluding folks whose crime was beating the summer scorcher.)

“ byan. ” his drawl, hushed, covert. “ what are you plannin’? ” puckish gaze drifts to jolly skull on their shirt. and, naturally, he would help them.

#byanyan #mssg. #hi. here's this. 🎸

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@inrovina: “you’re the hero.” <3

memes, accepting

he sickles his arm around xeno’s waist. the older boy was dead weight, woozy-voiced. and young august supports him. (with stark willpower. the kinda strength kindled by friendship.)

breathless: “ gotta get us home, first, cowboy. ” the sooner they’re home, desolate streets a remembrance, the sooner victoria and marco can remedy matters. homemade cooking. shut-eye.

#inrovina #mssg. #this could be your starter. ♥️ if you want.

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@epistrefei: don’t you know better than to wander off at night alone? what if something happened to you?

memes, accepting

august journeys to camp. the fire smolders, yo-yos. it saturates him in tiger and apricot hues. artemis was stood lookout, her stare shrapnel. no doubt she feared him injured, ailing, worse.

“ he needed a shepherd. ”

a dead lamb is cradled to the youth’s bosom. (milk white wool. lashes battened like asleep.) and how august prays the lamb dreamt sweetly. dreams of bountiful green pastures. dreams of innocence.

#epistrefei #mssg. #... #animal death