blackcqt-

(unnaturally  icy  fingers  thread  his  own,  the  unfamiliar  touch  of  his  hand  actually  managing  to  distract  her  for  a  moment.  her  hands  are  nowhere  near  intact,  calloused  &  scarred  from  her  time  dedicated  to  poisonous  plants;  currently  rubbed  raw  in  certain  spots  from  an  experiment  gone  wrong)             thank  you,         (she  speaks  softly,  shifting  her  focus  to  her  tactile  sense  as  an  attempt  to  ignore  the  other,  heightened,  two) 
            
            —    @fallenchains      (❕)

  @blackcqt-  )
            
              . .  you can hold my hand for as long as you need to.   
            ⇀  it’s not he didn’t want her to.   he just didn’t think the feeling of his hands are a nice touch really .  his hands are blackened — charred really.  prior to his fall from heaven.    of course his hands , his skin on them isn’t a gentle feeling. 
            
               they should quiet down . .
            soon.  

i  will  be,  really.  i  don’t  even  know  why  my  senses  have  been  acting  recently,  but  they’ll  be  back  to  normal  in  a  few  days,  &  it’ll  all  be  easier  to  ignore  then.               [..]       do  you  mind  if  i  keep  holding  your  hand  ‘till  they  quiet  down  a  little ?  
            
            —    @fallenchains      (❕)

@blackcqt- / ?

/ yas

/  PLS PLS 

 ⠀⠀ i figured it would be beneficial, plus a formal apology for.. eating your flowers.  (:

[wow]  it’s  beautiful !  thank  you  so  much — [wow] — thank  you. 
            
            —    @sirenscngs       (❕)

   it  wasn't  out  of  his  nature  to  refuse  help,  however  in  this  situation.ᐣ  it  wasn't  like  he  had  much  of  a  choice,  he  was  bleeding,  bad.  ”  alright,  alright.  im  sitting.  ”  carefully  he  sat  down,  wincing  slightly  as  his  fingers  brushed  the  wound  the  wrong  way  before  he  shook  it  off.
            
            @blackcqt- 

you’re  being  unreasonable,          (slim  fingers,  unnaturally  icy,  flimsily  attempt  to  cover  his.  hues  of  a  starry  sky  try  to  meet  his  gaze,  the  subtle  frown  paired  with  her  brows  pushed  together.  evangeline  mutters  a  curse  under  her  breath  with  a  sigh)             just  let  me  help  you  out,  it’s  the  least  i  can  do.  honestly.  and — sit  down  before  you  stain  my  rug.
            
            —    @visionaryvital      (❕)

i’m  alright.  seriously  though,  i’m  sorry.   [..]    is  there  anything  you  need  help  finding  in  here ?  i  know  it’s  kinda  complicated  to  find  stuff  here. 
            
            —    @pvtcarmine      (❕)

[@blackcqt-]
            
                 “ Okay , okay . . .  I was just making sure.  I didn’t wanna offend you or anything.  Um . . .  are you doing okay , though ? ”

what ?  [oh] ,  crap,  sorry.  no  no  no,  not  at  all  —  i  was  lost  in  thought  is  all,  really.  
            
            —    @pvtcarmine      (❕)

⠀ ⠀ ╱   sauce me a lil spam here.    i don’t think wülfric and her have interacted much but, it’d be nice seeing it happen. 

&.     sauce it here 

/      yes yes    ;3

[uh]  it’s  a  * long *  story,  vi.        (one  involving  thirteen  too  many  shots  of  espresso  &  a  sleepless  thirty—six  hours;  certainly  not  one  a  worrywart  such  as  himself  needs  to  hear,  in  her  opinion)      but  it’s  not  death.  it’s  * art * .  art  that  should  soon  be  ready  for  more  boiling,  which  i  doubt  you  wanna  stick  around  for. 
            
            —    @baredeaths      (❕)

⠀ ⠀ no,  eva.  i  don’t  know.  cause  what  the  hell  are  you  doing  with  those  ?  i  can  [smell]  death  on  whatever  it  is. 

(speckled  hues  of  bright  colors  stain  her  appearance,  several  pots  full  of  colorful  liquid  lined  in  front  of  her)           i’ve  been  busy,  y’know ? 
            
            —    @baredeaths      (❕)