#Tw:Depression

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

There’s days when Bradley is depressed. Like “Can’t Get Out of Bed-Don’t Try to Make Me”-depressed.

So first, after determining that Bradley’s not getting out of bed, Jake asks him if he wants him there. Bradley shrugs, but most of the time he follows this with a mumble of “sure”.

So, Jake lays back down on the bed and- if Bradley’s facing toward him- puts his arm around him, and Bradley snuggles closer and he’ll just hold him for a while and listen to him breathing. If Bradley is facing away from him, he doesn’t put his arm around him, but he doesn’t leave the bed, either- just so Bradley knows he’s there if he does eventually want his arms around him.

Sometimes they talk. Sometimes they don’t.

But Jake never leaves Bradley. He makes sure he knows he’s not alone.

[darkheartedprince]

DIAL TONE .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Riku's fingers drummed around his gummiphone as he listened to that voicemail response . One week since Sora had disappeared . It was only a week , surely Sora would come back . . . right ?

[ [ R i g h t ] ] ?

❝ -- Hey , Sora . It's me . I don't know where you went this time , and Kairi's really worried about you . . . But I promised her I'd find you . You better answer next time I call . ❞

He hoped it would be EASY , but a [ [ f o o l ] ] would expect that to be the case . The first time he made that call he was standing on the beach at the peak of the day staring at the SAME place where their journey started all those years ago .

. . . Now , history was repeating itself .

Weeks turned into MONTHS , and suddenly Riku found himself standing in the Hundred Acre Wood staring at a picture of Sora on his gummiphone . While Pooh did his best to comfort him , Riku was able to return the kindness to the golden - yellow bear and assure him that Sora's okay he's just . . . sleeping .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Riku's lips formed a hyphen as silence followed that HALLOWING beep for the tenth time . His aquamarine eyes stared at the screen while the clock counted up .

❝ -- Hey , Sora . . . it's me , again . I- ❞

' - And Pooh !'

Riku smiled slightly as he nodded , ❝ Y-Yeah , and Pooh . I'm going back to every place you told me about . You aren't in one of them . . . Where are you . . . ? Call me back ? Please ? ❞

-- All I wanted was an answer . . .

As he ended the call , Riku felt the [ [ p l u s h ] ] arms of a certain bear wrap around his leg . He couldn't bring himself to look down -- he couldn't get himself to look down and see someone with as much HOPE in their eyes as Sora used to have .

. . . It'd KILL him .

' Don't worry , Riku ! Wherever Sora is , he's probably just having a big smackeral of honey and a good nap ! '

While Riku knew that was probably true , there was something in his gut that was telling him otherwise . Regardless , the silverette placed a callused hand on Pooh's head to offer him a sense of comfort .

❝ . . . Yeah , I'm sure he is . ❞

A short time following that conversation , and a brief snack later , and Riku was back on his gummiship soaring through the galaxy to find his best friend .

Then those months quickly became a YEAR . Every time he felt a vibration in his pocket he would feel a tinge of hope in his heart that the person reaching out to him was Sora after all this time ! Yet . . . It never was . It was always Mickey telling about his next Master's mission , or Kairi telling her of a memory she had , and Namine wishing him a safe journey. Or Terra , telling him to be careful and not to kill himself looking for Sora because he knew , all too well , that he would .

The world he heavily AVOIDED was the Realm of Darkness , because it was a world that they had escaped together many a time . Oh , how he [ [ w i s h e d ] ] he wasn't there . Just like every other world , Riku explored it from top to bottom , fending for his [ [ l i f e ] ] where he needed to and finding shelter when he could . After . . . who knew how long , Riku's boots gently crushed the darkened sand of the shore as he looked out at the hauntingly familiar indigo sunset .

By now in his search , sleep was becoming a thing of the past . Maybe a nap here or there , or a quick snack , but no solid meals . . . and no longer bouts of sleep . His mind was too focused on something MORE important than his own well-being . As his hope started to crumble , the harrowing voices in his mind grew louder while his mental and physical health fell victim to darkness .

What was worse ? That every time he closed his eyes he could see GHOSTS of what they all used to have and how happy they were . . . Then Riku walked away , now Sora .

Still . . .

Once again , a trembling hand reached into his pocket to take out his gummiphone . As he had done so many times at this point , Riku dialed Sora's number . This time , he put it on speaker while he simply stared out at the water .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Deep from within his chest , Riku let out a heavy sigh . His fingers twisted around his gummiphone as he turned over his left shoulder and somberly made his way back to his gummiship . . . again .

❝ -- Hey , Sora . It's me . Where the fuck are you ? This isn't a game anymore , Sora ! You know that , don't you ? ❞

He SQUEEZED his eyes shut while he leaned his back against the side of his gummiship .

❝ -- You disappeared without a trace . Kairi doesn't even know where the fuck you went . You better have a good reason for what you did . . . You owe us , Sora . ❞

All I wanted was an answer --

He bit his lip as he hesitated before adding on very quietly , ❝ . . . You owe her . ❞

-- All I needed was to know .

Then he hung up , climbed back into his ship and headed on his way as he had hundreds of times before . At this point , he was starting to lose hope .

And he [ [ r a r e l y ] ] did that .

One year swiftly became two , then three , then four . . . Each day was the same , in and out . Everywhere he went , Riku asked faces new and old if they had seen Sora , or had an inkling of where he might be , but he always ended up with nothing or at a dead end . Eventually , and after years of being away from home on this massive search , Riku FINALLY managed to drag himself back . Once the front door was locked , now a shell of who he once was , warn - down boots dragged along hardwood floors to the bathroom . The bag he brought with him he had managed to drag halfway through the house before dropping it carelessly in the hallway . With a THUD , bruised hands clutched at the counter of the sink as he looked at himself in the mirror .

His normally bright , ocean - teal eyes were dark and heavy from years of EXHAUSTION that threatened to take him to the abyss . His entire body was [ [ l i t t e r e d ] ] with cuts , bruises , and more from having to defend himself everywhere he went .

I don't have nothing to lose . . .

As he had done hundreds of times at this point , Riku reached into his pocket to turn on his gummiphone . He looked at his screen FLOODED with notifications from people that he cared about . Many of them from Kairi , Terra , Namine and Mickey . A few from Aqua . And as he had done [ [ m a n y ] ] times before , Riku pushed away all those notications so that he could get to Sora's contact . And as he had done , he dialed Sora's number .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

Suddenly , Riku's heart SANK into his shoes .

❝ H-Hey , you can't just -- This isn't a joke , Sora ! ❞

So , he tried again , his grip on his phone growing tighter .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

❝ That can't - . . . No -- NO ! ❞

. . . and again .

<RING . . . RING . . . RING . . .> ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

❝ -- SORA ! ANSWER ME ! ❞

. . . and again .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed--'

❝ FUCK ! ❞

YOU JUST WALKED AWAY !

Until Riku had heard enough . Before the pre-recorded message had finished playing , Riku HURLED his phone at the bathroom wall , watching the screen [ [ c r a c k ] ] into many different lines and fragments like a broken mirror . The silverette then screamed a scream of ANGUISH as he [ [ s l a m m e d ] ] his first into the wall .

Oh , how long the world had WISHED that that boy would have released the sounds of pain he was now releasing after reaching his absolute breaking point . At long last , all this endlessly searching for his best friend [ [ f i n a l l y ] ] killed his light .

. . . I never thought you'd be the reason that I learned to hate myself .

Punch after punch , the wall took a beating until Riku's body physically couldn't do any more damage . After some time , he turned and shoved his back into the wall of his bathroom then slid onto the bathroom floor with his knees drawn to his chest . Stinging tears [ [ r a p i d l y ] ] trailed down his cheeks while he buried his face into his arms .

❝ Wh-Where are you , Sora . . . ? ❞

BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

Give me a reason . . . ?

. . . I need a reason .

[victoriaa-sanchez]

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎…

The Sanchez Gallery Owner and photographer, Victoria Sanchez, said towards the patrons that visited. She was in the building and smiled at the patron that had purchased some of her original art of landscapes seen in New Zealand and Miami. She saw tourists coming in thanks to her gallery’s look. Sanchez never apologized for their behavior or what they said. After a rollercoaster of a year with missing family members, trying to study to become a nurse and leaving the modeling career behind; Victoria had returned to the job of photographer and artist. Her soft opening went well as did the launch party. She was grateful for her older siblings coming and her mother being present. Such a big family and love. She loved them and being the youngest at 31 had left her with the big advantage. Yes, her father figure was her oldest brother but he wasn’t her father who had died right before her birth. That emptiness of never knowing the man who raised the 7 siblings before her or knowing only stories of him just left her hollow at times.

She could constantly repeat how he died, it was an accident. Her dad had been an accountant, who enjoyed work and family. It didn’t make sense, how her siblings and mother described it but she didn’t like asking more about it.

That was part of the lows. But the biggest high she had was her gallery and her work.

[blueosman]

Blue Osman, 27, has called Coronado home for 1 year. As a dancer at Midnight Decree, their world is steeped in glittering sequined corsets, whispered secrets in red velvet rooms, and pills of many colors to evade her memories. Often found reapplying their lipstick and quickly scribbling notes down on club napkins, they move through life with Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones in their ear.

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before

I.  There was the sound of June’s laughter like heavenly music to her ears - Blue’s first memory. In those days, she’d felt like God himself shone the sun on her and her alone. Not sure what she’d done to deserve it, but not one to pry, she accepted her life as perfect. Life is blue sky, warm days, and milk and honey. It is family dinners, dancing in the den, and deep belly laughter. She’s young then, carefully cradled by a blanket of innocence, safe in the epicenter of her nuclear family. Her carefree spirit had yet to be tamed, and her sister June is by her side at every step. There are just the two of them and no one else in the world. Junie-and-Louie, a four armed, four eyed, twenty fingered animal. They are joy, smiling mouth, eager heart, and indomitable spirit.

II. When they are older June leaves for college and it is Blue’s first heartbreak. She is off to Coronado University and Blue begs her not to leave. How could she go so far away from home without a second thought? The question fills her mind, expands and contracts in all of the neurons and grey matter. She’d known God to be the guiding hand, but had never expected him so cruel that he’d let her sister leave her. Weeks pass and Blue’s sadness persists and grips tightly onto her bones. Her parents are concerned, but time passes on as it always does, and eventually she comes around. It makes her happy to see her parents talk about how proud they are of June, seeing as they hadn’t gone to college themselves. “A real journalist in the family,” her mother would whisper blissfully, “My own daughter”. June is focused and diligent at school. She sends letters home, and calls with updates. But, in her last year, these are harder to come by. Blue feels her sadness return to her.

III. Blue wants to be a painter, and everyone says she’s talented enough for it. This is her calling, she thinks. Here is the thing that everyone wants and goes their whole lives wanting, and she has it. She feels lucky, like maybe God had decided to give her some reprieve. But then of course, because he has a sick sense of humor, her mother is suddenly very sick. So she goes to a college close to home in order to help tend to her. University life comes and goes, and Blue’s boat feels unsteady. On one hand she is offered a residency somewhere she’s always dreamed of going. She wants to leave her town so badly and start fresh. She almost does. However, on the other hand, her mother’s condition is worsening, so she stays. Life goes by in hues of brown and grey. She welcomes her sadness as a break from the numbness that tries to consume her. She calls June and offers to visit and she’s told not to bother. Years pass. No art. No life of her own. No June.

IV. Then, one night, Blue is awoken by a strange sound in the house. Investigation leads her to June’s old room, where she nervously watches her sister frantically rummaging for something and muttering harsh words under her breath. Blue almost doesn’t recognize the gaunt, disheveled, manic person in front of her and the sight scares her. Who had her sister become in their years apart? Thousands of questions bubble up in her throat. She tries to speak to her, begs her to explain what’s going on, but just as quickly as she appeared, June is headed for the door and gone. In the midst of the panic, a crumpled piece of paper had fallen from June’s satchel. Blue picks it up, the torn edge of a letter that she can’t quite decipher. On the back, though, is ‘DEL BOSQUE’ scribbled in red ink. She decides then that enough is enough, and goes to Coronado to get some answers from her sister. What she doesn’t expect walking into June’s unlocked apartment is the darkness and the mess. Littered and scattered on seemingly every inch of the living room are papers, articles, red string, and thumb tacks. There are endless notepads filled with dates, times, and places scribbled in June’s messy handwriting. On the wall there is a collage of sorts, some mystery yet to be uncovered. Blue glances at all of the photos and papers, but doesn’t recognize any of the faces or names except for one - Del Bosque. She waits for June to come back and explain. She waits - for hours, for days, for three weeks - but June doesn’t return. 

now.

V. A year later, and June is still missing, though Blue feels her presence everywhere. She dances at Midnight Decree, now fully enmeshed in a life of secret code, secret dances, private clients, champagne, chandeliers, and lies. But with time, Paloma City wears on her and she knows she is out of her depth. More often than not she feels like the trunk of a tree being axed in two, separate identities diverging from the wound. At night she is alive - she sparkles. She is beautiful, clever, swift and sophisticated, coquette with keenness but intent. She is fun but sensual, the perfect combination for a woman who must charm for information. One night, one of the clients called her ‘effervescent' and she laughed at his earnestness. Not because it was a silly thing to say, but because she knew that she was playing her part well.

But by day break, she retreats into herself again. Life is slow and heavy in these hours, and a dark fog rolls over her, thick and black as ink. If she doesn’t take the pills, she fears it might swallow her whole. She has to take a few more to forget what she’s overheard at the club and what she’s been made to do for the hungry eyes of men. When she returns to her sister’s apartment, aching and sore from the night's work, she trudges over to their wall of proof, tacking down another sentence, another clue that someone has generously and unknowingly given her, another something…another anything. A year here and there hasn’t been too much progress. But she knows in her heart that her sister is alive and waiting for her. She can find her if she can just hold it together.

[missxrivera]

Status: Open Location: Oasis @aurorabaystarter

The first year without her brother came and went and it didn’t get any easier. It only made it harder to realize she was now a full year older than her twin. She wanted to just pretend everything was okay still but it seemed like her ability to smile through the pain wasn’t working as well as she thought it would this time. Fashion week could only keep her so busy and then when she came home she just sort of felt sad. In order to keep her mind off of things for the time being she went to Oasis and wanted to try to have some fun. A few drinks in and it didn’t fix everything but it gave her a distraction; the urge to dance had hit but she wanted a partner. “ Feel like going out there with me? I promise it's just one dance “ she replied giving them a small smile

[yoiku]

anxiety/ depression related ramblings i guess

is it weird to daydream about being able to play a healer in an mmo again without getting crushed by anxiety? Like what would it take? how many years of therapy to mend whatever got borked in my brain about it so badly I can't bring myself to even try it anymore. It's not even that I got mean randoms that would've loudly complained about it, my brain just really went as hard as it could right into the corner of shame for not feeling i'm doing good enough. I even had a lovely group when i briefly did raid prog back then, so it's not like that would've kicked it off either.(although I have to admit it wasn't my cup of coffee despite having its fun moments) I switched to dps because that felt like less pressure, but man it really never was the same. Heal/Support has always been the role I enjoy the most and in my heart of hearts still would. I guess total burnout in late 2018 and the massive depression that finally bloomed from that really went and fucked up my mind on so many levels? I've been really trying to think why i feel so strongly about such silly little things like this, and how to try and fix it. I think this is one of the reasons why I can't bring myself to play at all nowadays. I keep thinking about resubbing and just fucking around at my own pace, but playing an mmo like it was a single player game really kinda takes the soul out of it. starts giving that "ah i feel alone/like an outsider while surrounded by people" -vibe which is worse than just being by myself. (and yeah, i'm -still- waiting to get the proper documents in order to start seeking a therapist. yes, it's been nearly 6 years :) the healthcare might be nearly free but the quality and availability of it is another matter...)

[arkin-oconnell]

Closed for @cvrdelia

Arkin needed to see Cordelia. It was something that he needed to do in general because the guy had started to go a little mad from spending so much time in his condo and not working but it only built up with the recent news he had heard and it was just one of those things a best friend needed to hear. There weren’t many people in his life he could trust but he could always trust cordy. “ so first I’m gonna apologize for not being around lately “ he noted as he met with her. “ been kind of in a slump with trying to stay sober “

[plumbob-pudding]

Rather than spending all day in an empty house, without his children or Lillian, Willie spent most of his days lost in a mix of alcohol, gambling and fights.

The bar became his life, he staggered there once it opened and stayed until the bartender kicked him out, returning to the shack that had once been his home.

One night, however, Willie returned home to find the locks changed and all his stuff cleared away- he supposed the landlord had had enough of him. As he tiredly slid down the door, Willie realised that he had absolutely no idea what to do.

[screamqueen-slcter]

( taylor russell.  cis woman .  she/her)  - the  chicago  resident , (  kalina slater-horne ) ,  was  heard  blaring  (  hammer horror/kate bush )  this  morning  .  the  ( twenty five)  year  old  is  a  ( true crime podcaster )  in  the  city  &  has  lived  the ( west ) tower  for  (  six months ) .  since  being  here  ,  they  have  been  told  to  be  ( shy )  ,  but  also  ( enthusiastic ) ,  i  guess  we'll  find  out  soon  !  

tw :Death, Eating Disorder, Depression, Murder

Born in San Francisco as the only child of Lenora and Michael Slater, Kalina’s life started out like everyone else’s but would grow to be a little scary at times. From a very young age, Kalina loved to be scared. Her mother had been an artist and photographer who had instilled a love of the strange and unusual with her daughter which the young future horror fan gravitated to. She remembers getting her first book of poems by Edgar Allen Poe, the first time she peaked behind the blankets watching a slasher, or the first time she saw her first ever crush Elvira mix humor and horror to great effect. All of these were things that had inspired her greatly.

While she had been shy in school Kalina was able to turn into a far more introverted and outspoken person when it came to horror. It was that one niche that she knew everything about and could out do anyone knowledge wise about the genre. She knew she wanted to follow her mothers footsteps and do something creative that was also a little bit scary too. In many ways horror became a security blanket when others were cruel. It was hard at times to want to hang out with others who saw you as the weird girl; especially when they began pick on her because she didn’t seem to fit in with other kids in her grade. The more people we’re cruel to her the more she tried to ignore them. Her hobbies were a security blanket that only grew to protect her further once her mother died.

With her mother gone, Kalina started to lean into a more realistic horror; true crime . Her father was trying to protect Kalina and had tried to keep the reason her mother had died from her, but Kalina was a very inquisitive young woman and discovered her mother had been murdered and no one knew who had done it. San Francisco was a large city and one that seemed to have more and more people pass through daily. It was the fact that things had been a mystery that sent Kalina down a rabbit hole that followed her into adulthood.

She began to fixate on unsolved mysteries and murders and just wanted to find answers that she never got from her own mothers death. But as the longer time went on the more she began to alienate herself from other people. She started to not even notice the way people would bully her in school or the fact that her own father was dating someone again. She just wanted to focus on her hobbies because it kept her safe from dealing with the reality that she wasn’t coping with her mothers loss well. The more she’d research the less she’d sleep or eat or really do anything other than try to solve what happened to her mom. Eventually, her father had to step in and seek out help in order for Kalina to get better. On some level her fathers involvement helped more than anything because it revealed how much he had also been hurting from the death of her mother. They were able to be more open and bond again and soon Kalina was able to accept that there had been changes to her life and was able to finally leave home and move to Chicago to save up for school.

While things were looking up for Kalina, one thing remained. Her love of the macabre. Horror and true crime were deep within her bones and as she reached college age and began to figure out what she wanted to do in life, a life in horror was the only option. The scary and spooky never strayed too far from her heart. It was something that still tied her to her mother and as she matured and reached her twenties Kalina knew exactly what she wanted in life. She wanted to help bring a light to the unsolved crimes of the world. She wanted to see if anyone else could help her solve her mother’s murder. She knows it’s not much yet, but it’s the first step in her other life goal of saving up enough money to be able to go back to school and study criminology. While still incredibly shy in her day to day life, Kalinas star shines bright when others watch her as the scream queen and talk about unsolved mysteries. A confidence and self assured woman is slowly starting to emerge from the ashes of her personal tragedy.

[rexelectus]

● – || @ruinedbycatastrophe sent: ❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜ ( from regis )

● – || Noctis had been focusing on packing the night before his trip , with Ignis helping him here and there . He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he folded his last shirt and put it inside of his suitcase . He enjoyed having his father's company while he prepared for what lie ahead . There was something about it that provided an aura of [ [ c o m f o r t ] ] to the Prince . Father and son . . . it would be a while before they were together again come tomorrow .

" You've protected me my whole life . . . I have to do this on my own . "

He slowly made his way over to his bed and sat down , sinking into the plush surface so that he could join his father . He offered his father a [ [ s o f t ] ] smile as he looked up at him , doing his best to mask the voices that were so violently taunting him inside of his head . Freedom . . . a word which here means something slipping from one's fingers as another choice in their life disappears .

" I promise . . . I'll be back before you know it . It's just to Altissia for the wedding and back . It will be like I'm not even gone . "

This wedding had been something long coming , since long before he could remember . This day was going to come eventually . He just wished that his father would join him for the journey instead of staying behind .

" I'll . . . miss you , dad . "

[halfataquito]

the way i want to just disappear

I'm tired of being so depressed that i can't get anything done. I hate being stuck at my job and shitty town and never being cared about the same way I care for others. it just keeps making everything worse. i just want to be done. i dont want to be alive anymore

[is-it-gabriel]

☤ - a memory of death/loss

“ well it turned out to be untrue but I sometimes still think about when I thought I had lost Mia. Before coming back to Aurora Bay, I used to do undercover work. I had been on a specific case for a really long time. A couple of years actually in order to be able to have a realistic reputation in town. But in the process I fell in love. I wasn’t supposed to do that at all. I was supposed to keep my head down and do the work then move on. I wasn’t supposed to do fall for anyone because it gave those I was investigating something to use against me. And eventually when I was trying to close the case; things backfired. We both got hurt but I was told by my superiors that she had died. I don’t know what their game was but it sent me spiraling. I was just sitting in town recovering from my own injuring and falling into a pretty bad depression. I didn’t really want to do much of anything for the longest time. It messed me up until we found one another again. I admit though that it’s still affected me and I can’t shake the fact something bad could still happened and what it felt like to really believe lost Mia. I can’t risk losing her again. @beautyxnthefire

[ofarkhxm]

Welcome to that time of year where I feel like a burden to my maybe 2 friends and my blood pressure is through the roof and I want to start crying.

I just know I'm so annoying.

I have had this awful feeling in my chest for the last day or so that I can't explain and and guess it's my blood pressure because nothing seems to calm me down.

Work has been awful, because they've used some stupid excuses to make me work on site instead of from home. I desperately want to work on writing things and then the moment I sit down the ideas leave my head because it's literally like there's a balloon in my chest.

Doesn't help that when I wind up trying to draw I also just wind up being unsatisfied with what I produce.

[missxrivera]

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

" I wrote out everything I wanted to talk to Buddy about after we lost our baby. I was having a hard time coping and I just couldn't articulate everything I wanted to say to him. It had mentioned how I still loved him. That I wanted to try again, but I was scared that maybe I was broken or something. That I wasn't going to be able to have another child and I just needed time. I wanted to give it to him or read it to him or anything. I got scared though. I always get so damn scared " @buddywellls

[little-earthquakes-rp]

giving them food without them asking for it Mitchell to Ciadnan because friendship is also love 😉

"You remember when McDonnell with his–", Cianan stopped midsentence as his oldest friend passed him a scone. The witch often spent a good time being rather somber so a smile was reserved for few and far between moments. The small upward curve breached his mouth as he took the pasty from his old friend as his eyes danced between the offering and Mitchell. "Do you miss 'em? Want me to tell you what it tastes like?" He knew it was unlikely, more than anything it was just a kind gesture. The witch knew he was thin. Up until he ran into Mitchell he'd been down in a rather lengthy depressive episode. It was pretty normal for him to thin out when they happened.

[arkin-oconnell]

🌻 a worried text + Eden

Arkin: Eden do you wanna crash at my place tonight. Arkin: Or I can come over or we can both crash at Addisons? Arkin: Just having a really shitty night and I think I just need a distraction. @edenxoconnell