i. What Else Is There? - Röyksopp | ii. Exits - Foals | iii. Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead | iv. Press Enter to Exit - The Horrors | v. Roads - Portishead | vi. Little Dark Age - MGMT | vii. Reckoner - Radiohead | viii. Moral Panic - Nothing But Thieves | ix. Suspirium - Thom Yorke | x. All Mirrors - Angel Olsen | xi. The Only Thing - Zola Blood | xii. We Have This Place Surrounded - The Boxer Rebellion | xiii. Do It All Again - Dekker | xiv. Faux Suede Drifter - Goldfrapp
i'm glad you said you were working on baby joe fic, because i was about to take your reblog spree as a personal attack (still might)
'Ah,' said Nicky, suddenly grateful he'd put on clothes before falling asleep. 'It's like that, is it, my love?'
Yusuf blinked at him, more eyes than face, swamped by his suddenly-gargantuan t-shirt. 'Baba?'
'Soon, precious,' said Nicky, running a hand over his fluffy curls. 'Hungry?'
Yusuf's smile was more gum than anything else, but Nicky knew with absolutely surety before his cheeks even finished rounding out, that if anyone made him frown, Nicky would rain down holy fire on them.
‘Do you want to come with your Nicky and get some food?’ Nicky was careful to keep to the Derja of Yusuf’s youth, slow and deliberate in his pronunciation, feeling it out for himself as much as for Joe. He could feel it starting to slip. They didn’t use it often enough, not as a family. Sebastien hadn’t wanted to learn, in those fraught early days with him, and then as they’d grown together they had learned English together, and modern Italian, and now here they were. Clumsy with the roots of Joe’s life. No more.
Yusuf curled his little hands at him, looking lost as he tried to untangle his legs from his sleepshirt. ‘Nimi?’
'We're going to need to go shopping if this lasts, precious,' said Nicky, scooping Yusuf up. He couldn't look too closely at the pile of clothes left behind or there was a risk he'd start crying. The t-shirt alone was heartbreakingly huge on him. If Nicky had to guess, he was maybe a year old, maybe less.
He wrapped his pudgy arms around Nicky’s neck without hesitation, looking at Nicky with his big gummy smile. Nicky smiled back, nuzzling at his nose to make him laugh. ‘You’ll be uncomfortable with just your napkins, we’ll need to get something warm for you to wear, it’s chilly.’
'Not that it's not lovely to have you with us,' Nicky continued to assure little Yusuf, holding him firmly against his side, kissing his forehead. Yusuf chewed on his little fingers with an expression of great concentration. 'But I hope it does not last too long, and you feel able to be your full self with us again soon.'