#( & dyn tbt. )

[hellsurvivr]

@formerlyrighteous   :    “  👥  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

ONE.

dean was never meant to be someone she cared about. he was meant to be a fling, or just a friend. but slowly but surely he became someone she truly card for and she isn't sure when he snuck up on her.

TWO.

the first time she tells dean she loves him, is after a fight with her brother. she thought she'd lose him, and it prompted her to finally reveal the truth she'd hidden for so damn long. and she doesn't even care if he doesn't say it back.

THREE.

payne does not involve dean in the plans she has for killing her brother. as she knows she could die during it. and doesn't want to force dean to have to lose her knowing she won't back down from her plans. so instead she does it alone.

FOUR.

payne has no qualms being bait, even if it means dean rips into her and lectures her for an hour. she'd rather be bait then him force an innocent to be. or in the craziest circumstances. be bait himself.

[cfwinchester]

@gxmonts sent ❛❛ 💭 ❜❜ for a thought about graham

the phone call she'd made hadn't lasted long, and the result had been a photo posted to spellconnect with an old friend willing to be used. one that graham had liked. the first of her posts he ever had. infuriating was the first word that came to mind as she stormed through the halls. for the first time that year, maisie found herself glad to have the single room her head girl status brought her. entering the small space, she grabbed the nearest plush creature and tossed it across the room. there were so many other options at hogwarts. why him? it wasn't the first time the thought had crossed her mind. graham wasn't exactly kind, and there were so many who had shown interest in her that were. so why him? she pushed the thought away, focusing on another. how to get over him?

[nccarrcws]

@gxmonts sent ❛❛ # ❜❜ for graham

your muses name in mine's phone:

favorite idiot

your muses picture in mine's phone:

your muses ringtone in mine's phone:

n/a (only flora has a special ringtone)

my muse's last text to your muse:

hestia: i could always hex her into a coma if you like

[divinares]

▩ ⤿✮⋆˙⊹❙   @junmoone :  unlike  you,  i'm  a  professional.

 EYES  TWITCH  AT  WORDS  FALLING  FROM  CORRUPTED  LIPS,  looking  up  from  a  book  that  had  become  their  life  for  over  ten  years,  enveloping  them  and  refusing  to  let  go  even  if  it  slowly  deteriorated  their  mental  health.  regardless  of  that  feat,  there  was  no  chance  they’d  get  rid  of  such  a  magical  artifact,  especially  when  it  was  something  his  grandmother  had  given  him,  never  being  able  to  part  with  it  —  only  adding  new  spells  as  time  progressed,  as  THE  MAGIC  grew  stronger  inside  of  him,  eating  him  away  from  the  inside  and  causing  him  more  pain  than  ever.  SEEMS  SO  SIMILAR  IN  A  WAY,  DOES  IT  NOT  ?

 it  was  a  huge  part  of  him  now,  something  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  get  rid  of  no  matter  how  hard  he  tried,  and  a  smaller  part  wanted  to  keep  that  power  trapped  inside  his  core.  maybe  it  was  because  there  was  no  going  back,  or  maybe  it  was  because  the  want  for  infinite  power  and  control  was  something  they  had  always  wanted,  always  craved  for  .  .  DID  THAT  MAKE  THEM  EVIL  ?  did  that  make  them  the  perfect  candidate  for  the  lucifractor  ?  did  that  make  benny  a  faker,  pretending  to  be  good  when  all  along  they  were  a  terrible,  terrible  person  ?

 thoughts  plaguing  the  mind  of  someone  who  wasn’t  as  sane  as  they  were  before,  rubbing  at  temples  that  had  slowly  started  to  throb  and  become  an  annoyance,  similar  to  the  woman  .  .  BEING,  that  caused  him  more  headaches  that  anything  else  combined,  struggling  to  find  a  response  that  wouldn’t  be  too  harmful  (  although  one  knew  that  it  wouldn’t  hurt  so  much,  nothing  that  benny  could  say  would  harm  JUNE  as  much  as  anything  else  has  harmed  her  ).  ❝  yes,  a  professional.  a  professional  that  had  allowed  themselves  to  do  something  incredibly  stupid,  leading  them  down  a  path  that  was  full  of  chaos,  strife,  and  death.  sure,  let’s  go  with  that  !  ❞

 maybe  he  was  a  bit  agitated,  going  on  day  two  with  lack  of  sleep  from  sudden  pains  and  the  want  to  continue  studying,  practicing  spells  that  would  do  him  no  good  in  the  end  —  but  why  tell  him  that  when  he  would  just  wave  you  off  and  tell  you  that  you  were  just  being  paranoid  ?  a  stubborn  thing  they  were,  hardheaded  as  always  :  it  was  why  they  were  better  off  being  alone,  being  secluded  from  everyone  else  —  yet  people  always  managed  to  find  them  (  you’ll  never  be  alone,  no  matter  HOW  hard  you  try.  grief  has  become  your  partner,  and  sadness  wraps  you  in  their  cold  embrace  every  single  night.  you  will  always  be  accompanied  by  something,  IT  WILL  NEVER  END  ).  ❝  why  are  you  here  anyways  ?  does  the  huge  ‘no  trespassing’  sign  on  the  land  mean nothing,  especially  with  the  whole  glamour  situation ?  do  I  need  to  fix  that  ?  Is  that  what  you’re  telling  me  right  now  ?  ❞

[99naive]

|   |   |   |   |   ྐ❤︎𓉸ྀི   :   @herosupe ʚĭɞೃ    𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴   𝙹𝙰𝙽𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈   ⤷   "   Morning   After   "   [   .   .   .   ]   PROMPT   .

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .               𝚂𝚄𝚉𝙸𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃   𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂   𝙾𝚁   𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙽   𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙺   𝚄𝙿𝚂   ;   no   strings   attached   situations   were   not   something   she   was   very   good   at   being   the   ,   well   ,   𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁   𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒   𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒   she   was   at   heart   .   but   ,   last   night   appears   to   have   been   a   𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑒͟   𝑒͟𝑥͟𝑐͟𝑒͟𝑝͟𝑡͟𝑖͟𝑜͟𝑛   to   those   rules   as   suzie   finds   herself   slowly   awakening   in   a   bed   she   wasn't   familiar   with   ,   𝖆   𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙   𝖌𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊   escaping   her   lips   as   she   attempts   to   rub   the   sleep   from   her   eyes   whilst   the   sunlight   peaking   through   the   curtains   ahead   was   just   enough   to   leave   her   squinting   as   she   struggles   to   readjust   to   the   sudden   lighting   shift   ,   unfamiliar   surroundings   ,   &   slowly   growing   headache   that   creeps   up   on   her   as   she   notices   articles   over   her   own   clothing   scattered   about   the   floor   .     ❝    h-huh   ??    ❞ —̳͟͞♡   .   .   .     there's   an   𝑶𝑩𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺   𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵   in   her   tone   as   she   slowly   shifts   ,   throwing   her   legs   over   the   edge   of   the   bed   to   lean   forward   &   retrieve   the   tank   top   she   knows   she   had   been   wearing   the   night   before   ,   pulling   it   over   her   head   in   a   quick   motion   before   her   attention   shifts   to   the   blonde   that   lays   next   to   her   in   bed―    wait   ,   had   she   gone   home   with   the   girl   she   was   talking   to   at   that   party   last   night   ???    that   was   not   at   all   her   plan   at   the   party   ,   only   hoping   to   relax   a   little   bit   after   a   𝑟͟𝑜͟𝑢͟𝑔͟𝘩͟   𝑤͟𝑒͟𝑒͟𝑘   of   classes   ;   waking   up   in   the   bed   of   a   girl   you   barely   even   knew   was   certainly   not   on   her   list   of   plans   for   the   night   .   she   blushes   ,   biting   her   lip   softly   as   she   looks   around   the   room   in   an   attempt   to   locate   all   of   her   missing   clothing    [   .   .   .   ]   should   she   leave   ?   should   she   wait   for   the   other   girl   to   wake   up   ??   should   she   just   lay   back   down   &   pretend   she   hadn't   woken   up   already   ?   she   was   𝖆𝖜𝖋𝖚𝖑   at   these   morning   after   situations   . 

[amourem]

alhaitham  catches  kaveh  on  the  couch,  doing  whatever  he's  doing,  and  decides  that  this  is  the  best  time  to  insert  himself  into  the  equation.  so  quietly,  like  a  cat,  the  scribe  drapes  his  body  over  the  architect's,  letting  physics  do  its  work  as  his  weight  bares  down  on  him  naturally.  of  course,  upon  pushing  his  earphones  off  and  into  the  floor,  alhaitham  comfortably  rests  his  ear  against  kaveh's  chest,  dozing  off  to  the  sound  of  his  heartbeat. // @basbousah

ㅤㅤㅤ𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅  𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚  𝒊𝒔  𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇  the  privilege  of  slumping  into  the  couch,  abandoning  all  projects  in  favor  of  cleaning  (  alhaitham's  study  -  always  a  chore,  so  many  books  to  dust  )  each  and  every  surface  with  a  most  fastidious  nature.  only  when  the  architect  has  deemed  the  residence  sparkling  does  he  cease  his  buzzing  about,  stretching  out  long  limbs,  cape  and  slippers  discarded,  and  his  sketchpad  in  hand.  he  doodles  and  doodles  and  doodles,  whatever  comes  to  his  mind  manifests  upon  sheets  of  paper  -  though  lately,  his  thoughts  had  been  occupied  by  one  sharp  scribe.  an  unfortunate  circumstance  truly,  because  alhaitham  kept  blooming  on  his  pages  like  a  flower.  

ㅤㅤㅤannoyance  finds  him  -  but  not  displeasure.  his  renderings  are  quite  lifelike,  especially  as  he  works  to  shade  the  chiseled  line  of  the  other's  jaw,  attempting  to  get  it  so  perfect  that  he  does  not  notice  the  shadow  cast  over  him,  but  he  certainly  notices  when  a  great,  languid  weight  crawls  atop  his  body.  kaveh's  response  is  -  expected,  a  surprised  ❝  ack!  ❞  as  he  nearly  drops  items  in  hand.  but  kaveh  certainly  doesn't  resist,  not  as  the  warmth  of  the  scribe  permeates  through  him  instantly,  earphones  hitting  the  floor  with  a  thump,  and  rarely  revealed  ears  pressing  to  the  bare  part  of  his  chest.  

ㅤㅤㅤkaveh's  sigh  is  horribly  fond.  

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  it's  hard  to  sketch  like  this,  hayi.  ❞  comes  the  rumble  of  his  voice,  but  pad  of  paper  and  pencil  follow  suit  -  dropping  to  the  floor  with  little  fanfare.  immediately,  long  fingers  card  through  alhaitham's  hair,  nails  running  over  his  scalp,  before  gently  thumbing  the  shell  of  his  ear.  his  free  hand  raises,  going  to  rest  upon  scribe's  broad  back,  coasting  up  and  down  his  spine,  as  a  smile  unseen  parts  his  lips.  ❝  alright  then,  a  little  rest  won't  hurt.  ❞  permission  -  more  for  himself,  to  indulge  in  what  he  wants;  and  indulge  he  does  -  continuing  his  gentle  caresses,  until  he  drifts  off,  hands  still  securely  resting  upon  alhaitham,  unwilling  to  part  from  the  comfort  he  brings.

[hellsurvivr]

@calcifydamage   :    “  👥  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

ONE.

when payne mentions her brother, she no longer thiks of marcus. her mind automatically gives that title to caleb. he is her brother, no arguments needed, and she loves him as such. and will always choose him over marcus. it's a decision she will defend to the death.

TWO.

despite knowing she is a little shit by nature, payne does most of her more crazy things just to make caleb laugh. she gets hes more serious than she is, but every now and then she indeed would like to make him laugh. even if that means getting ana involved.

THREE.

if she was forced too, payne would quite happily die in place of caleb. which for her is a big thing, as she is always stuck in self survival. but again it shows how much she loves him as her brother.

FOUR.

caleb doesn't know, but payne has a full list of activities that one day she is going to persuade him to do. it may or may not include paintballing, and skydiving. but shes confident she can persuade him to do them. one way or another.

[cfwinchester]

@flourishandfate sent ❛❛ # ❜❜ for cell phone headcanons ft. neville

your muses name in mine's phone:

nev & trev 🐸

your muses picture in mine's phone:

your muses ringtone in mine's phone:

the sound of a toad croaking

my muse's last text to your muse:

maisie: don't worry, i've got trevor safe and sound with me!!

[wiredsmi1e]

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂   𝙰   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳   ,   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙺   𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼   𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝙰𝙽   𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈—    she's   still   trying   to   wrap   her   head   around   just   why   this   complete   stranger   had   just   taken   it   upon   himself   to   play   hero   in   the   [   .   .   .   ]   unfortunate   events   that   had   just   played   out   in   the   shop   he   appeared   to   be   working   at   at   the   time   .   of   course   ,   stealing   wasn't   ever   her   first   choice   when   it   came   to   trying   to   feed   herself   ,   but   the   sad   reality   of   her   living   arrangements   at   the   time   with   an   uncaring   monster   of   a   father   who   didn't   care   whether   or   not   she   was   fed   or   taken   care   of   ,   &   her   own   lack   of   a   stable   job   just   yet   due   to   their   rather   unexpected   move   left   her   with   little   choice   far   more   often   than   she   would   ever   like   to   admit   .   caught   𝑹𝑬𝑫   𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫   by   the   other's   boss   as   she   attempted   to   sneak   a   small   frozen   microwave   dinner   into   her   bag   ,   the   petite   pinkette   was   𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒   𝑎   𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑟   𝑖𝑛   𝑡ℎ𝑒   ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 as   the   old   man   who   owned   the   store   grabbed   her   rather   roughly   by   a   dainty   wrist   ,   demanding   her   bag   ,   screaming   that   she   was   a   𝖉͟𝖎͟𝖗͟𝖙͟𝖞͟   𝖑͟𝖎͟𝖙͟𝖙͟𝖑͟𝖊͟   𝖙͟𝖍͟𝖎͟𝖊͟𝖋 ;   she   was   panicking   in   every   sense   of   the   word   [   .   .   .   ]   head   spinning   ,   heart   POUNDING   in   her   chest   ,   lost   in   her   own   mind   so   far   that   she   doesn't   register   the   second   hand   that   grasps   her   forearm   until   she's   being   pulled   from   the   store   out   the   side   exit   ,   the   owner   tailing   them   as   they   make   a   break   for   it   down   a   dampened   alley   way   in   the   rainy   cincinnati   evening 

𝐒𝐔𝐙𝐈𝐄   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓   𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄   ;   she   doesn't   question   who   he   is   ,   or   where   he's   taking   her   ,   simply   following   in   silence   as   she   attempts   to   keep   up   with   him   ,   following   all   the   way   back   to   a   run   down   ,   one   bedroom   apartment   that   isn't   all   that   different   from   the   one   she   &   her   father   were   inhabitting   in   town   now   (   HOW   IRONIC   WOULD   IT   BE   TO   FIND   THAT   HE   LIVED   NEARBY   ??   )   .    she's   still   trying   to   gather   all   of   her   disorganized   thoughts   when   she   finally   hears   him   speak   up   once   more   . 

|   |   |   |   |   ྐ❤︎𓉸ྀི   :   @3atmaggots

ʚĭɞೃ   𝙹𝙾𝙽   𝙼𝙾𝚇𝙻𝙴𝚈   ⤷   “   stay   till   morning.   ”  [   .   .   .   ]   PROMPT   .

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .    ❝   w-wha   [   .   .   .   ]   𝙰𝚁𝙴   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 ??   y-you   [   .   .   .   ]   ,❞   there's   a   lengthy   pause   in   her   words   ;   large   green   orbs   cast   towards   the   floor   as   she   tries   to   calm   herself   &   the   WHIRLWIND   of   questions   &   worries   that   were   now   raging   around   her   mind   ,   ❝   you   didn't   have   to   h-help   me   back   there   ;   i-i—    𝒕͟𝒉͟𝒂͟𝒏͟𝒌͟   𝒚͟𝒐͟𝒖 .   ❞ 

[99naive]

↕ + 6'2"?

|   |   |   |   |   ྐ❤︎𓉸ྀི   :   @himyala ʚĭɞೃ    𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼   𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   ⤷    ↕   +   6'2"?   [   .   .   .   ]   PROMPT   .

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .    so   TOL   &   SO   SMOL   SO   TOL   &   SO   SMALL   AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH   .

[twcbelts]

becky   lynch     and     cody    rhodes    ,    monday   night   raw    /   @rvyalfamily​

[0hmillie]

⁶⛧⁶   ֶָ֢   (  𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊  𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗  )  sent   .ᐟ  :   dance,  sender  sticks  a  hand  out  to  receiver  and  invites  them  to  dance.   ◞   𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  .

|  |  |  |  |  |   @cupisco  .

⌖  ๋࣭  ⭑⛧  .  .  .   𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃  𝙶𝙴𝚃  𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝙰𝚂  𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙰𝚂  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙾  ,  that  much  she  would  admit  ,  no  problem  .ᐟ    pentagram  city  was  massive  ,  after  all  .  .  .  honestly  ,  millie  wasn't  even  sure  if  she  had  ever  fully  explored  the  city  outside  of  the  same  old  spots  she  knew  thanks  to  work  or  moxxie  .  so  ,  she  had  decided  that  today  would  be  the  best  day  to  go  out  ,  just  her  ,  *&.  do  some  exploring  .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ   she  was  out  wandering  aimlessly  when  she  happened  up  a  ᴍ͟ᴀ͟s͟s͟ɪ͟ᴠ͟ᴇ͟  ʙ͟ᴜ͟ɪ͟ʟ͟ᴅ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɢ  ;  what  the  heaven  was  this  place  ??? 

❝  𝖍𝖒𝖒  .  .  .  wonder  what  we  got  goin'  on  here  .  ❞   the  building  was  ODDLY  FAMILIAR  TO  HER  ,  though  she  couldn't  immediately  place  what  it  was  about  it  that  spurred  her  memory  so  much—  that's  only  until  entering  the  large  building  ,  though  ,  as  the  realization  *&.  recollection  of  the  plethora  of  ads  she  had  heard  *&.  seen  on  the  tv  for  a  little  place  called  the  𝙷𝙰𝚉𝙱𝙸𝙽  𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻  ,  ran  by  none  other  than  the  daughter  of  the  head  honcho  himself  ,  𝖈͟𝖍͟𝖆͟𝖗͟𝖑͟𝖎͟𝖊͟  𝖒͟𝖔͟𝖗͟𝖓͟𝖎͟𝖓͟𝖌͟𝖘͟𝖙͟𝖆͟𝖗͟  .

⌖  ๋࣭  ⭑⛧  .  .  .  now  ,  millie  isn't  left  to  ponder  or  piece  things  together  for  very  long  ,  𝖔𝖍  𝖓𝖔  𝖓𝖔  𝖓𝖔  .  .  .   suddenly  ,  the  tiny  imp  is  taken  by  the  hand  *&.  tugged  onto  her  tip  toes  *&.  spun  around  like  a  little  ballerina  ;  naturally  ,  the  trained  assassin  is  quick  to  act—  stopping  the  movement  on  a  dime  (  despite  the  quick  on  set  dizziness  she  was  experiencing  )  before  her  gaze  snaps  towards  the  one  who's  grabbed  her  in  such  a  manner  ;  threatening  scowl  melting  away  miraculously  upon  recognizing  the  taller  blonde  standing  before  her  .   ❝   𝙷𝙾𝙻𝚈  𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃 ,  yer'  princess  charlie  .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ   i  apologize  ,  i  uh  ,  didn't  expect  tah'  be  meetin'  actual  royalty  today  .  .  .  ❞

[taughtcruelty]

or: a slightly longer conversation between sam & tory at the prom after party. ( regarding cobra kai ethan / @taughtdefense )

@taughtmercy

[cupcaketrickster]

the moment that the idea for a little late night private swim had been pitched, jester had felt the familiar warmth of a blush fill her cheeks, spreading rapidly to cast a purple hue across freckled blue skin ( not that she's sure caleb can see with the stars but if he does, but she hopes he can ) she truly and she doesn't know why. it's not as though it's the first time that either of them has seen the other naked. even before there was this connection discovered between the pair of them, they had found themselves in bathhouses before, unashamed, at least on her part. of course it's different, she knows it's different. that, perhaps, is what's causing the growing flush upon her skin--- that and her racing heart in anticipation and excitement at the mere thought of actually doing this.

with the exception of her corset which gave her a little bit of a struggle, a battle that made her succumb to a few chuckles jester is perhaps too quick to let her clothes drop to the sand, turning back to caleb and just watching, half wanting to help him take off his clothes as a show just how excited she is, though she holds back, instead watching as she walks backwards into the water, a cheesy little smile on her lips, only looking back as she first feels the water on her skin.

she turns away however reluctantly, realizing she probably ought to watch where she's wading, continuing to walk until the water is to her waist before she turns back to look at him, extending a hand, despite their distance. " c'mon cayleb! it's not even cold. or well- " maybe jester wasn't the best judge at this. " i can think of some ways that i keep you warm. " she says instead with a laugh and a wink, though she sobers as she looks and waits, heart thundering faster inside of her chest.

@arcanecast | ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .

[starsadored]

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ( sammy @ harriet)

@belovedstars

it was a moment, a mere moment, of weakness. that was what harriet was telling herself. hiding in the closet of her quarters because she happened to hear a man on the docks yelling, a man who happened to sound like her father, was just an instinctive reaction.

she wasn’t actually scared.

so when sammy opens her closet door, face full of worry and sympathy, she doesn’t cry like a baby would.

and if he notices the tears that definitely weren’t spilling onto her cheeks, he says nothing of it, instead reaching a hand in to hold hers.

“how…?” the rest of the question goes unsaid.

“i know you.” he says it so matter of factly. he knows her, knows every inch of her mind, more than she does sometimes. “how else do you think i found you so easily?”

he knows her. knows she would have pretended to not be frightened. knows she was actually terrified out of her mind. and he found her.

sometimes, at least with him, to be known is to be loved.