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i didn’t say anything—    she brought it up first,   and i’m a man of many things but i’m definitely not lying to my wife.    i choose life.

@demogrit          traitor. 

@dearprey     (shit—-) no!—no, i uh.. this was all like this when i got here..  swear. 

@redhues     at least it wasn’t four beers.  i think you’re doing better than the rest of us—what’s your name?

tell   me   about  it.    you  kinda   saw  the  worst  of  me  the  other day.   if  you  couldn't  tell  by  the    /four/   cokes  i  ordered  back  to  back. 

@redhues     no pressure,  man…we all have our wonky days believe me.  

i get that,  mike.   i do.   and i want to help you,   but i can’t do that unless you tell me what’s going on——and what you’re scared of.   [there were only a few things that could rattle joseph kane’s cage,  and he could count them all on less fingers than one hand had given him.   he had lived through countless of horrors that were unimaginable to the typical human;   the amount of violence and bloodshed he not only witnessed but participated in in the war,  to he and his wife’s strenuous work with demons,  and everything in between.   but somehow,   seeing his teenage son——on the verge of tears,  filled with inexplicable fear,  even for him,   was certainly one of the instances that rattled his cage,   even if it was a slight amount]    just talk to me,   kid.   i’ll listen.

@demogrit     no—-no,  dad .  i feel like i’m being *losing* my mind.  [michael hated feeling like this.  feeling helpless and unsafe in his own home.  he was drenched,    soaked with a cold sweat and he didn’t know why.    his mom had saved him the mercy of telling him early of what it was that they do——the powers she had & that he may even inherit some——but this was different.    his head felt light,  limbs heavy and he tried so hard not to cry in front of his old man but he wasn’t strong like him to do that]    i’m scared 

you’re not going crazy,   i can tell you that much.    go..  take a seat on the couch,   and we can talk about it,    alright?

@redhues     right.     well——the place is closing soon and i hate to be a party pooper but… you can’t really stay here.    sorry…

what?  yeah,   i'm  doing   great!      *  a   big  smile  was  sent  in his  direction,  as  though  that  would  convince  him  that  everything  was  fine.  even  though  the  smile itself  sent  more   'sos  i'm  in  danger  and possibly   insane'   vibes.   neither  were  true,  but  he  wasn't  beating  the  allegations.  *         just a   long   day,  you   know?   lots  to  think   about. 

@redhues   okay , man..    [this could have been his third-fourth refill.  but that wasn’t something mike cared about——not when the other seemed to be out of it.   when he returned,  he nodded at his thanks.  hesitating to turn when he asks]   you..   doing okay?  

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀   “ YOUR PARENTS ── THEY HELP PEOPLE.     YOU CAN HELP PEOPLE TOO, MIKE „      ✩     https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8DAjTyn/      [I’M NOT THEM]       “──but you can be. „

@reapsowed,            they won’t show you.       [it’s spoken in riddles, anong’s mind tethered to what is left of what the fae returned to her. the doe is quick on her feet, her wits leading the two of them into the small cavern left between a small bit of leaves that carved out a small hole. just enough for them to sneak through, leading off into a space that seemed much larger than just what’s usually left underneath a tree.]       but i can see them, they’re watching us—they want to take me back. perhaps my eyes, or yours.

@petalinbloom,     [he doesn’t argue. never with her, it seems. and while his feet are glued to the ground even with her tugging, he eventually moves by his own time.   this must have been another one of her moments── matteo didn’t consider himself growing used to them just yet. rather,        he was becoming accustomed to the signs]          go where? there’s nothing out here,   anong. 

@reapsowed,         them.      [anong deadpans. there’s a certain anxiety in her eyes, dark cerulean and onyx swirl against her iris and pupil. there’s a bit of nervousness, staring off into the darkness that goes in—between each tree during this uneasy night. she continues to stare, teeth against the edge of her fingernails. biting them subtly,]       hurry—      [free hand reaching, grabbing his wrist. an alarmingly tight grip around it.]       we need to go.