sleepyowlwrites:

I knew watching one episode of Sanditon without context wasn’t going to be good for me. but my mom wanted company, and I’m a good buddy.

fromdirt in the doing:

There are many reasons why Jet loves to fight, and the satisfaction of seeing his opponent reel away from him in stunned shock is only one of them.

Copper doesn’t understand this, though he tries. Jet can’t decide whether he appreciates this or not. One the one hand, it’s generous of his brother to put so much effort in reinstating their former bond, and from Jet’s fragmented childhood memories, very accurate to character. On the other hand, the further Copper delves into reasons and motivations, the more Jet is forced to think about them.

“You don’t ever have to tell me more than you’re comfortable with,” Copper reiterates. He’s sitting cross-legged on Jet’s couch, elbows on knees, chin on closed fists.

Jet slumps to the side a little, sliding his hands down his legs. “I’m uncomfortable with telling you anything.”

A hand touches his hair. Jet doesn’t turn around, just sits very still on the ground in front of Copper, letting him thread through the strands far too gently for someone of his roughness.

“Do I scare you?” Copper sounds mostly amused, with a trace of apprehension.

Jet isn’t sure if he subconsciously tries to attune himself to Copper’s nuances or if he just never lost the ability during their time apart. Perhaps twins can’t lose what other siblings might. Copper has insisted that they’ll get back everything they missed out on. Jet knows there’s nothing to recover, and despite his fearlessness in every other area, where his brother is concerned, Jet finds himself easily disturbed.

If Copper asks him any question, seriously, with eyes that will search out the answer in silence if not in spoken words, Jet will feel compelled to answer.

sleepyowlwrites:

dirt in the doing has reached 12K and I’m afraid the moon is going to start to wane. let’s stay full a while longer, please?

Jet has just enough room in his apartment for one other person to stay over, and that’s stretching it, because all he really has is a bed that technically fits two people.

When Hawk stayed over during that first week of their extremely strained acquaintanceship, Jet had made him sleep on the couch. The second night, Hawk rolled off and made such a big deal out of the bruises that Jet gave in and let him sleep on the bed. That is, Jet just about shoved a spoon through Hawk’s eyeball, complained about it to Moss like an idiot, and was soft-glared into allowing the second occupant.

Then there’d been the whole nightmare debacle, the somewhat unwilling confession, and the turmoil that had sat in Jet’s guts for the entire rest of the week while he came to the realization that he was an asshole, was not sorry about it, but was at least willing to not hate Hawk anymore.

Jet has just enough room in his apartment for a second person, and maybe a third if someone else wants to chance the couch, but he doesn’t think he could withstand knowing that three people are sharing his place. If Copper is sleeping over, that leaves no emotional space for anyone else.

Even, or perhaps especially, if for some reason there’s an exhausted Rune standing in front of him at eleven o’clock at night, and Copper is indeed already asleep on Jet’s bed.

“It’s late,” is what comes out of Jet’s mouth. Apparently his filters flee the scene the second Rune is there.

“Yeah,” she says, angrily. Angrily? Jet does not have the energy to spar with an angry Rune.

sleepyowlwrites:

I miss having color in these tags. but I don’t trust beta poster yet. despite this being day for stab, I filled two bags with clothes for donation, filled two bins with winter clothes and put them away in the attic, did my taxes (yes I’m very procrastinate), played Spiritfarer, took care of the dog, had three long conversations with fictional characters about MY fictional characters to work out some backstories, and did laundry. I haven’t written yet. @zmwrites

comfortable(the sleepy stash, 2021)

a black sky that isn’t really a sky, it’s just a ceiling, but it looms far above nevertheless, and from it hang many pinprick points of lights, some dangling farther down than others, some fastened to the velvet of the black by delicate golden chains. a soft humming lullaby is coming from somewhere, perhaps your own chest, but it permeates the room and colors the air warmer, more comfortableby its sound. the black is not a fright, it is a friend.

lean(summon story supplemental - I feel like I’ve used this exact snippet for this exact word before. oh well)

“You have my name,” the shidha had said. “And I will kill for you. But you will kill for me, too.”

“That is for me to decide,” she had insisted while the shidha laughed at her. “I am the summoner.”

“Summoners are humans, and humans can also be commanded. I will kill for you,” it had leanedover the edge of the array, still bound but menacing all the same, “and to make sure I do not kill for myself, you will kill for me.”

It had not been a question. “Yes,” she had answered eventually, because what else could she do? She had chosen this method.

tremble(turquoise, 2022)

A fresh-face to the world, even if the years have been long, and every crack and every crevice holds the sky upon its heart. And it sings without borders, and it perches in the light, and it wavers and it wonders if the stars can stand the night. A child beneath eternity. A piece of sky beneath the storm. But never trembling, or cowed. Daylight, drinking warmth.

hot (blood curse - these fics will always have a special place in my heart)

Jin Feng lifted a hand and a stream of black energy was pulled from Meili to him. She looked at him in surprise, still coughing up bitter blood. He smiled grimly, taking yet more energy from her, but some of the restraints of the curse as well. The poison left her body, but the loss of blood was still effectual at weakening her significantly. She turned her head toward Jingyi, hating to see him looking back at her helplessly.

“Our lives aren’t tied,” she said, blinking back the creeping dark. “Since you’re here, you might as well kill him.” White hotpain lanced through her chest. Meili shuddered and gasped.

experience, fear, uneasy, blank. BONUS: despise, inquire.@ambsthom@writingamongther0ses@toboldlywrite@akindofmagictoo@softestruler OR ANYBODY 

sleepyowlwrites:

and not today, in particular. so basic bonding it is.

from dirt in the doing:

“I can think of at least six reasons why you should come,” Yarrow says with his feet planted wide, hands on his hips.

Jet pulls the damp rag Shadow just flung at him off his face, forcibly suppressing the urge to throw something much heavier back at him. “Yeah? Tell me.”

“You barely leave the garage unless you’re itching for a fight, you need to spend more time with your friends not spent in silence, you also need fresh air, I always end up buying extra snacks so you can help carry them, if I tell Rune that you denied my request for help she will scold you, and if you stick around, Moss will make you help clean the place up.” Yarrow ticked each reason off on his fingers before grinning at Jet.

“How did you possibly have a full six reasons ready to tell me?” Jet tossed away the rag.

Yarrow shrugged. “I know you. You argue about everything. I have to be prepared if I’m gonna win.”

“You’re only winning this time because I prefer carrying groceries to cleaning the garage.”

“A win is a win,” Yarrow tells him seriously, and Jet knows he means it.

Shadow flings an arm around Jet’s shoulders in that careful way of his. “Ready to go?”

Jet flicks Shadow’s arm but doesn’t shove it off, instead letting it sit there while they leave the garage. It’s a comforting weight, not that Jet would tell that to Shadow.

sleepyowlwrites:

from dirt in the doing.

It’s not like he has any extra feelings to spare. He barely has any for himself. The necessary ones mostly: anger, stubbornness, unfortunately sensible fear, even more unfortunate desire. Jet runs on adrenaline and spite and he doesn’t need or want other people around cluttering up his spaces or plans unless they’re going to listen to him and be useful.

-

Because Copper communicates. Jet shuts everything inside.

-

Jet doesn’t have feelings. He can’t afford them. They weigh him down and tangle up his thoughts.

-

It’s too early for this. It’s too early to be itching for a fight, to admit a new person into his personal circle of protection, to be thinking about planning a murder.

-

Jet feels any sympathy he had for her dissolve into anger. An easy switch, one he’s very used to. Emotion for adrenaline, his favorite trade-off.

-

Jet can’t recall lying to her, but he also can’t deny that his behavior has just been terrible, and that the hypocrisy of demanding she allow their help is much too similar to his own philosophy of taking care of things himself.

-

Jet doesn’t do this, doesn’t say these things. But he’s slowly realizing that change is not the most terrible thing to happen. He is capable of caring, and it’s not the end of the world.

-

There had better be benefits to becoming a more considerate person, or he is going to kill something.

-

Usually learning his lesson takes a lot longer than a single fight, and Jet knows that there a plenty of lessons he refuses to learn simply because he likes getting into those fights, but he won’t do that with Rune. 

-

Jet glances at Moss and they share a silent thread of fondness for the children that their friends are, before Jet looks away first. He can’t be too generous. Perhaps moments like these are precious but he doesn’t know how to hold them. Better to let them go as soon as possible and move on, hoping there will be more but unwilling to trust in it.

-

Despite his fearlessness in every other area, where his brother is concerned, Jet finds himself easily disturbed. If Copper asks him any question, seriously, with eyes that will search out the answer in silence if not in spoken words, Jet will feel compelled to answer.

-

Jet kicks a stone in Yarrow’s direction. It doesn’t hit him, and the bright sounds of Yarrow’s laughter make Jet want to join in. Shadow is laughing too, his hand gripping Jet’s shoulder to keep his balance.

It comes as a surprise to know that this makes him happy. It comes as a surprise to know that he’s been craving this.

Shadow releases him to make Yarrow walk normally before he trips and injures himself. In the absence of an audience, Jet smiles.

sleepyowlwrites:

there was daylight left, but you were already gone

last line tag! from a character study that (like every other time) is going to turn into a soup of emotions and practice for my ocs

from@writingamongther0ses@willowiswriting@myhusbandsasemni

“I wish you wouldn’t isolate yourself,” Vein says to Umber’s shoulder blades, to his collarbones, to his jaw.

“I wish you knew you belonged with us,” Vein says to Umber’s hands, his ribs, his cheekbones.

“I wish you didn’t keep running away from me,” Vein says to Umber’s bike, his bruises, his scuffed shoes.

Umber never answers, never acknowledges the words. He stares a little harder at whatever task is occupying him and never pauses to catch his breath. The days roll past without differentiation, the nights tick by in many agonies of sleepless dreams. Every minute is a nightmare, and every dawn a disbelief.

“I wish you would come back to me,” Vein says to Umber’s door, his bed, his cigarettes. “I wish you would come back to yourself.”

The moments are nonexistent, the hours drag their feet through the days. There is no discovery, nor relief. There is only an echo, and it is left wanting.

@gottaenjoythelittlethingzz@woodhousejay@sleepy-night-child@diphthongsfordays OR ANYBODY

sleepyowlwrites:

find the word tag CCCX

I’m gonna hit my next follower milestone faster that I thought, aren’t I? and I’m gonna have to think of something to do to celebrate, aren’t I? or, and hear me out, I could just mention it briefly when it happens and keep doing my random stuff that I do: running ask games, doing edits, sending random poetry, sticking my friends into a badly drawn comic, etc. it’ll be like I’m celebrating all the time, like I’m always happy to have you around. I am, by the way. lovely to know you all. @talesofsorrowandofruin@diphthongsfordays

begin(to trade in stolen breath, to live after death, 2021)

darkness is a cage, a skin
shed two o'clock for afternoon and find a place to begin

cross(spirits and spectres - youth story/the stray spirit crossover)

“I can be other things too,” the corgi - Aspen - said, their voice still one of the most delightful sounds Daniel had ever heard.

“You don’t have to be if you don’t want to,” Nyks reassured them, sitting cross-legged on the grass, his gaze positively adoring. “You’re great just as a person-shaped spirit. You can do whatever you want.”

Aspen not-poofed back into a human shape and sat right next to Nyks, their eyes alight with joy.

seek(seafarer, searcher, 2021)

I set off to seekmy fortune
To find legends in the stars
I sailed seas of molten silver
And crossed deserts in the dark
I passed by every shortcut
To take the long way ‘round
I left offerings at altars
And my footprints in the ground

proud(dirt in the doing)

“You know,” Jet says more normally, “There are plenty of things worth getting angry about.”

“Yes,” Copper says, firm again, “but not about whether or not you have feelings. Of course you do, you’re human. So just feel them and get on with your life.”

“Easier said than done.” Jet lets go of Copper’s hands and gathers up the mugs, standing. “That’s a lot of work.”

Copper pushes himself up and wraps his arms around Jet, who is slightly helpless since his hands are full. “Yes. It is. And it never stops. We’re always working on ourselves. And you’ve already started, I think. And I’m proudof you for that.”

harsh(blood curse, 2020)

Jin Feng clucked his tongue in disgust. “Your mother was not meant for this world, this harsh,harshworld. It’s better that she’s gone.”

Meili refused to cry. “It is. This way she doesn’t have to see what you’ve become.”

“No, you don’t understand.” And idea sprung into Meili’s head and she bit her tongue to stifle a gasp. “It’s better this way because now she doesn’t have to feel anything when she sees me as I’ve become.”

Meili felt her throat tighten. “No,” she whispered, begging her father to deny what he was implying. “Tell me you didn’t.”

dull(beating hearts, 2021)

Liu Sang stares so hard at the end of the tunnel ahead of him that it seems to shrink away from him. A low rush fills the outside of his ears. His heartbeat is pounding harder and its beat is making his muscles ache. When he blinks, the glow from their flashlights change from a greenish hue to a warning red. But then he blinks again and the light is still green, dulland ordinary.

His lip catches between his teeth as he sucks in a breath. The rush is louder now, and is much more of an actual sound. He focuses in on the pulse and scope of it. It’s a real sound, not just his anxiety roaring at him. And its directly beneath his feet. The uneasiness doesn’t go away but the relief he feels at having his senses attacked by an actual sound and not merely his natural pessimism is at least in equal measure to the fear crawling up his skin.

gaze(the sleepy stash)

Taehyun peers at him in the dim, dusty light, judging him, still holding him. And Beomgyu keeps his gazethis time, waiting. “If I stick around to hear your story, will to promise to do your best to keep telling it?”

Beomgyu has gotten used to hearing a lot in a silence, and then again in the silence between two people afraid of many things, most of which they couldn’t name. He hasn’t know Taehyun that long, but he thinks he can understand many of his silences now.

He thinks he hears Taehyun saying: stay alive for me,then.

“Yeah,” Beomgyu breathes out, something dislodging from his chest that he hadn’t known was stuck there. “Stick around. I want to hear your story, too.”

And there, unvoiced in the quiet, is: you stay alive,too.

take(if I wanted sterile affection I’d go to walmart, 2020)

Who washes apples right after they pick it? You can’t taste the tree if you do. And we are not deer or woodpeckers. We cannot takein bark on its own. We taste a little bit in the skin and sunshine in the juice and the seeds slide down our teeth to feed the birds below our feet. Don’t wash the earth away, give me your fingers to feel the tree on my cheeks.

push, pull, run, away. BONUS: rebel, outcast.@mecharose@woodhousejay@dustylovelyrun@kaiusvnoir@zonnemaagd@ink-fireplace-coffee@novanovelwriting@asomeoneperson OR ANYBODY

sleepyowlwrites:

find the word tag CCCIV

the events of last night: stacked stuff on carts, broke a candle, moved fixtures, stacked towels on carts and then back onto new shelves in a very aesthetically pleasing manner, ate yummy beef soup and a brownie, drank coffee which did nothing, moved more towels, moved more fixtures, swept up a lot of dust bunnies - A LOT - sneezed, yawned and had nonsensical conversations with the rest of the overnight crew until it was time to leave! I put my leggings right into the wash because they were so dusty. @zmwrites

wickedevil(the sleepy stash)

“I don’t wanna say that you’ve colossally misinterpreted things when you’re prepared to kill me but, uh, you really, really missed the point. Like, if the point was a bowl of soup on the table you’d have thought, ‘ah, true sustenance is not merely what we eat, but rather our passion for learning,’ and then spilled the soup on the ground as your stomach rumbled symbolically.”

“You just said that I colossally misinterpreted things.”

“Again, I am hyper aware of the situation I am in, but yeah. If the point was a diamond ring lying in a field you’d have said, ‘ah, creation can exist anywhere, anyone can create,’ instead of assuming someone just lost a ring.”

“You are repeating yourself. I am capable of understanding a point.”

“Not of a distraction, though. Or of the original point which was ‘don’t deal with people who only want to use you’ not ‘mankind is eviland nobody can be trusted,’ dumbass. Hands up.”

dream(waking dream, 2020)

Broken fences, gates unhinged
Smoke is drifting on the wind
Crows are calling, copper gleams
Close my eyes and I can still hear screams

Ember under younger days
Hope for better, bitter taste
Cracking windows, ashy streams
Hold my breath in this waking dream

All this time I was never sorry
Tried to climb but found that this is not my story

Bloody fingers on the wall
Told a tale too long, too tall
Bide my time, wait too long
Waking up to hear the song

Trails away like hanging flames
A pause, now I’m wide awake
How much truth can my dreams take
From me
Before I surrender my sanity

game(I have uses but not feeling them today)

flicker(but what of light, if I fade?, 2020)

the green lights of this town hurt my eyes. I don’t know why they shine so bright. when I look at the puddles they make on the ground beneath them, the effect is small and obscured easily by shadow. I place on shoe in the circle and I am showered in ambiguous glory.

the yellow lights on the train hurt my eyes. I don’t know why they pierce me so. round and round they flicker, one after the other, like they’re shaking hands and dying together. but they don’t go out, rather, they simply go on. I hold up a hand to block out the strain and I am left with a dismal reminder of rain.

the red lights on the water hurt my eyes. I don’t know why they glow so fiercely. even while the currents are so tumultuous and there is no business left for leftover lanterns, the lights bob atop the surface and radiate outward. I touch one of them and I am greeted with a chorus of flickersbefore they all disappear.

the silver lights of my palms hurt my eyes. I don’t know why I can’t shut them off. they don’t hurt me, they just slowly drain me dry and as I perch my tongue on my cracking lips I feel a sense of sorrow. I am only one source of light and after I am gone there will be no one left to think of stars as too bright for the night.

gone, guilt, gift, good. BONUS: greeting, gradual.@enchanted-lightning-aes@blind-the-winds@ink-fireplace-coffee@lend-your-lungs-to-me@writingonesdreams@andiwriteunderthemoon@caitwritesstuff@diphthongsfordays OR ANYBODY

sleepyowlwrites:

“Is one of you available to give me a kiss?”

Mark and Jae slowly crane their heads up to look at Nyks standing in the doorway, fingers stretching the hem of his shirt. To the side, Irina shifts in her chair, pen still scribbling in her journal with a pause.

Jae works his jaw a little before spitting out, “Give you, to what?”

It’s still more coherent than Mark is feeling in his head. Nyks sways a little in place, somehow both sheepish and expectant, which is a very familiar look on him.

“A lucky kiss, to help me sleep. I couldn’t find Daniel and Evie is not in a touchy mood today so,” Nyks releases his shirt and smooths it out, “I thought I’d ask you. Just in case.”

“Daniel usually gives you lucky kisses to help you sleep?” Irina sounds skeptical even when she’s not asking a question, so when she is it comes out very heavy-handed.

Nyks just shrugs it off. “Yeah. I know they’re not really lucky, but it makes me feel better.”

“Hmm.” Irina returns to her journal without offering a solution.

Jae fidgets with his pen.

Mark sigh internally. “I guess that’s me, then.”

Nyks takes a slow step forward. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He’s not sure, but it’s just a kiss. He can do that much for Nyks. It’s a lot easier to do a multitude of things when they’re for Nyks. Mark gets to his feet while Nyks comes the rest of the way over. “Where, uh-”

“Cheek or forehead is great,” Nyks responds.

“Okay.” Mark leans forward and, without really thinking about it, just plants the tiniest peck on Nyks’ cheekbone.

Nyks beams at him afterward. “Thanks. It felt extra lucky.” And he skipped out of the room.

Mark sat back down, feeling like he needed to catch his breath. After a pause, Jae resumed drawing on his forearm and Irina wandered over to see the progress.

Maybe it was a lucky kiss. Mark certainly felt lucky to have these moments.

Youth story taglist: @akindofmagictoo@spacetimewraithwrites@wildswrites@ashen-crest@vellichor-virgo@mary-is-writing@selene-stories@writingonesdreams

sleepyowlwrites:

find the word tag CCCIII

a lot of the players are mic-ed in this football game we’re watching, and the players have codenames, apparently, so we’ve got Fritos, Organ, Texas, Blue. @diphthongsfordays

love(I wrote this for my friend who also named a song after me)

Finger plucking, chord strumming
I like the way you play
The beat of your thumbs
The tap of your feet
You’ve got a special way
Of getting me singing
Keeping me smiling
Every single day
And that’s why I loveyou
‘Cause of the way you play

fox(the sleepy stash)

there are echoes from the foxesthat wail along the stones. I turn and hide my secrets inside the hollows of bird bones.

weak(broken things, 2013)

I love to fix the broken things
To heal the hurt and mend their wings
I can’t help them if you are missing
I want to repair your heart

I need your help when I can’t speak
Your voice is strong when mine is weak
But with both our tongues set on repeat
We can’t repair our hearts

soft(not yours, never mine, 2021)

He was not enough but I made him desperate, I made him angry, I made him soft. He was aching for his own but I made him mine.

difficulthard(the bus stop, 2020)

my breath pauses in the air for a moment, my feet shift in boots and ache after loving the ground for too long. the bus stop is lonely at this hour. it sits so frozen in space and surrounds me completely. there might be time but without counting through songs in my hears it’s hardto tell. before my potential death arrives to ferry me home, the world just sort of stops.

true, fold, made, learn.BONUS: untrue, unfold, unmade, unlearn.@ettawritesnstudies@zoya-writes@writing-with-melon@vellichor-virgo@the-finch-address OR ANYBODY

sleepyowlwrites:

find the word tag CCCIX

can all of the liberty mutual ads go die in a hole. my grandma ran out of books to read while she’s at our house, so I found Marie, Dancing by Carolyn Meyer, Salvage the Bones by Jasmyn Ward and The Thorn Birds for her to read since our tastes are very different generally. She’s working through Marie, Dancing right now. I recommend it.

@diphthongsfordays

dust(dirt in the doing)

They’re outside the garage where Yarrow is sketching the two of them for some art project and Jet has chosen to be comfortable over being presentable while Run just sits cross-legged next to him with one hand continuously straying over and tracing lines down his arm. It’s distracting and soothing and Jet hasn’t worked up the brain energy to say anything about it yet.

“Your nose is bleeding again,” Yarrow remarks, holding out a rag. “Stop bothering it or it won’t dry up all the way.”

Rune takes it without comment, holding it under her nose to catch the blood.

“Don’t worry, Jet. It doesn’t mean she’s in love with you.”

Jet raises his head a fraction from where it had been buried in his arms and stares at Yarrow. “What?”

Yarrow gestures vaguely, chalk dustflying off his fingers. “Rune! Is not in love with you! Obviously.”

pile(dirt in the doing)

“I always think so deeply about things,” Rune says with a strained sort of chuckle. “I’m on my own, after all.”

Jet can tell Yarrow really wants to follow that new train of thought, so he starts sitting up, which derails the little nap pilethey have going on. “It’s almost dark. Are you going to finish the sketch or what?”

“No, I’m done. I was just embellishing, and you both looked really comfortable so I didn’t want to disturb you, but then Rune’s nose started bleeding which ruined that effect-”

“We were there for all of that,” Rune interrupts, thankfully. “In that case, I wanna head home.”

“Which? Yours or mine?”

Rune hesitates, which Jet doesn’t register as hesitation until after she answers. “Mine, I think.”

note(beating hearts, 2021)

Liu Sang moves his hand toward the direction he’d been about to turn. “There’s water down there.”

“Down?” Pangzi asks, coming up behind him to shine his flashlight at the tunnel. “Does this way go down?”

Liu Sang sighs, but pulls out his whistle to blow a short noteon it. He closes his eyes to concentrate, and also so he doesn’t have to see the others watching him. “Yes,” he says after a moment, after the echoes of the sound have bounced down, down, and then up, up back to him. “This way goes down.”

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes again. Wu Xie seems excited, but the man is easily excitable. Was an underground river all he’d hoped to find down here? He knows it’s not. He recalls sitting outside the planning tent while Wu Xie had discussed his hopes for what they’d find with Pangzi and Zhang Qiling, and while he’d been able to hear them perfectly, he’d plugged his ears and tuned them out.

He doesn’t really care. It’s not like he’s here to find treasures or archaeological mysteries. Liu Sang is here because he has good ears, and, apparently, because he’s wanted.

And that’s far too good of a prospect to pass up on.

sing(ellipses of thought no.03)

I sent you sunflowers, will you singme to sleep? there are raindrop worlds inside your sleeves. the moths in my brain are on strike. slowly, I knit my sweaters back together. I sent you sunflowers, will you open your window? the lawn is freshly trimmed. come down, Rapunzel. the candles are burning out but I can still smell the sea. I sent you sunflowers - you’re the only sun I need.

breath(dirt in the doing)

“I feel safe when you’re there,” Rune answers. And then, after a beat, Jet clearly hears the breathcatch in her throat when she realizes what she’s said.

He expects her to deny those words, take them back, rephrase them. She doesn’t. But she does roll over a little so she can look him in the eyes.

“I don’t really feel scared in the daytime, in- when I’m awake. I can’t control how I feel when I’m asleep.”

Jet nods once more, this time much closer to an understanding. “Nobody can.”

“When you sleep over, I wake up knowing that you’re in the other room.”

Rune is taking a while to explain a very simple fact. Jet lets her.

“I have unpleasant dreams.”

Again, Jet nods, but this time he brings up his left hand to trace barely there lines against her hair, brushing wayward strands away from her face.

“I like it when you sleep over.”

@gwens-fiction@iparisaltanwing@enchanted-lightning-aes@oh-no-another-idea@moonlitinks@quilloftheclouds OR ANYBODY for judge,hidden,forest,trend. BONUS: wake,play.