#bruisedconscience: david haller

[dumbthink]

“You… Hold on. You know what I’m thinking, too? Nobody ever believes me, it’s just…voices to them.” — from David Haller

@bruisedconscience ... random asks.

They had only kept contact for a moment or two. Who could blame them, with the sudden influx of sound that came from inside this guy's head? Their head tilts, and they consider going back for a second listen, but hold themselves back for now. It's weird for Nadine to be so thrown off by, well, by anything, but especially mind reading related shit. They'd gotten used to so much by now.

"...When I'm touching you, yeah." Nadine finally answers, after probably a moment too long of just staring at the other. "What uh... What was all that?"

[talkwork]

David Haller via @bruisedconscience​ asked: “Was…was that an owl…?” -- from David

         “yes, they’re very common here, in these woods.” Melanie lifted her head, her feet stopping so she could look up at the branch in the moonlight, where a spotted owl was perched, watching them. they were just a few yards from the courtyard at Summerland, in the grass just beyond where the pavement ended. “beautiful creatures. harmless to humans,” her smile warmed, eyes glistening a moment before she looked at him again. “just like you, and other mutants.”

[xgoldxnhour]

[ MORNING ] sender wakes before receiver and lays on top of them to wake them up (from David c: )

@bruisedconscience

It’s oddly rare how little they find their schedules to match enough where both get a day off—and she makes her own schedules! It always seemed like a running joke where she’d say she should talk to her manager about her schedule. And well, suppose it finally paid off.

However, the plan was for both to sleep in and figure out whatever was meant to come later with a possible lunch date and walk. Perhaps something substantial with a trip to a museum or picnic—the world at their finger tips (or a city, but still plenty of possibilities to fill in a day). But, it seemed like her other half had other plans.

El groans, covering her eyes with her arm at the blinding light as if that’s issue and not the heavy weight now on top of her. “Mmmm, I don’t remember requesting a crushing sort of wake up call.” Regardless, a lazy smile dawns across her lips, eyes still closed as she continues a small fit of hums and grumbles.

“What time is it?” She doesn’t need to see the clock to know it’s still relatively early as she can hear the garbage truck outside that comes around eight in the morning. Perhaps that’s what woke him up too. “What happened to sleeping in, baby?” Finally, she opens her eyes with a long, defeated breath only to see the best thing to wake up to, smile widening at the sight. “Good morning…” Reaching up slightly, El closes the distance, lips against his with another, more delighted, softer hum.

“Is this your way of saying we’re not leaving the bed today?” She reaches for another kiss, soft and lazy as the sleep still cake at her eyes.“Mmm…fine by me.”

Jokes on you, this is actually comfortable, she thinks, eyes closed again with a lingering smile.

[justacomedy-archived]

@bruisedconscience​:  “ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ” — from David Haller

— A laugh threatened to escape Arthur, his eyes fall and his attempt to swallow it down was almost futile, but he somehow managed despite the near constant tugging of his lips fighting the smile. It was funny- that he was so sad that other people could see it reflecting in his eyes even when he smiles. No one ever pays enough attention to him to truly see him; to see just how sad he really was as he’s become so good at faking smiles if only to give the illusion that he was happy. Arthur’s own mother cant even recognize his misery, but here stands David, pointing out something so obvious that’s simply gone ignored by the rest of the world around them. Pointing out something Arthur has silently begged for anyone to notice. And he’s not sure what to say; he’s never had to explain himself like this before- even his therapist never seemed to care enough to say something about it if she ever even noticed. “I.. yeah-” he speaks, almost as if he were ashamed. “It’s just.. hard-” there was a short pause, his words come out almost breathlessly, tone bordering broken “to feel happy all the time.” He hopes that the other can relate, even at least a little. “You know, sometimes, I wonder why I even try.”

[xgoldxnhour]

Today had been everything she needed. Day off, they napped together (and not napped), ordered her favorite Thai food for dinner and El assumed that was the end to a splendid day, finished with a double favorite movie marathon. But, it seemed that David had other plans.

He told her to wait on the couch and she did exactly so, almost bubbling with excitement—a love hate relationship with surprises. Though she always loved his surprises.

He returned and eyebrows raise expectantly, gaze following his little detour around their coffee table, waiting until he sat next to her. Slowly, she picked up the box that was placed into her lap, her free hand lightly holding his chin with a loving squeeze before pressing her lips against his cheek. “Baby…” She chimed happily, going back to slowly take the bow off. “We should definitely save the bow for Christmas, huh?” The adhesive might lose its grip by then, but El was notorious of keeping things in hopes for future use that usually gets forgotten anyways.

Eyes found his again, sitting in a pregnant pause before she opens the box.

David & Eloise ( xgoldxnhour ) - Happy Birthday, El!

[boxes-milk]

CANON COMPLIANT CHAPTER 14 DAVID HALLER

telepathic, telekinetic mutant with access to the astral plane and a whole lot of nullified energy

indie | semi-sel | mutuals only

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