@grimesucker sent: his OD had PINGED the notification , allowing him some time to PREPARE---...still, something feels INAPPROPRIATE about this , in how he presents a BOTTLE of SEWER WATER with a BOW around the neck ; look , he doesn't have a lot of EXPERIENCE in buying presents, & alcohol always seems like a good idea. ...& if not , well , he's got some solid itch brownies as back-up. "hey, fifteen - happy birthday."
belated birthday wishes
surprised by the bottle thrust in his direction, shiro is LOST, glancing between it and the man holding it with a questioning quirk in his brow. expression softens, however, when explanation comes in the form of dox wishing him a happy birthday. huh, he didn’t really think the mender was one to keep track of that sort of thing.
“ thanks, dox. ” accepting the sewer water, despite it not being the sort of thing he’d ask for or even purchase for himself. it’s a gift, and one from DOX for that matter, so he appreciates it regardless. it’s the THOUGHT that counts, and dox cared enough to think of him on his birthday and buy him a present. smiling, the boy holds the bottle in both hands, the one of metal clinking against the glass, and gives it a GLANCE OVER. the bow is a cute touch.
raising his head again, shiro nods toward the kitchen and raises his eyebrows at dox.
“ why don’t we share this? ”
@wilyacme. ( x )
“Well, I WAS.” Her voice is wheezy enough to match the sort of nightmarish screeches she just produced. However, their dingy motel room failed to reflect the girl’s urgency.
There were no signs of a struggle or anything else that could cause distress, besides maybe some moldy walls. It was just Vanx with a seething look of betrayal.
She sniffed as she hugged onto his side. Even though Vanx was tall enough to dust off the top of Shiro’s head, she hunched over enough to more or less tuck herself into Shiro. Her face was sour and a little wet, but Vanx’s grip was like a vice. “I didn’t know where you were.“
“ i-- ” he began, only to cut himself off immediately while sliding an arm around vanx. GUILT washed over him in violent waves as he dropped the bags from his other arm, the contents of which no longer felt as important as they once had. swallowing, shiro pulled vanx in closer, wrapping himself around her securely in hopes to calm her and make her feel SAFE once more, and... perhaps part in apology.
“ sorry, i just ran across the street to grab us some food and a couple other necessities. i... thought you’d sleep through it. ” though he’d worried that she might not. pursing his lips, shiro rested his head atop vanx’s and slowly started to run a soothing hand up and down along her back. he hadn’t MEANT to cause any distress, he’d just wanted to take care of a couple chores, but... maybe he should have just waited until the morning. it wasn’t as though they couldn’t go TOGETHER, going alone just... sped the process up a bit.
“ you seemed like you were in a deep sleep, so i--- ...sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you. ”
@grimesucker sent: look it's nothin' special , he's just got fresh flowers poking through the floorboards right by where shiro sleeps , & a cloth set beside these at whereupon rests a still-warm chocolate chip muffin, fresh from his oven . // platonic v-day gifts in the witch verse pls thank u ;;;
soft scents rouse him slowly from his sleep, though they don’t initially REGISTER in the haze of fresh consciousness. a tongue-curling yawn paired with a big stretch, forepaws extending out in front of him as far as they can, hindquarters rising slightly from the heavily cushioned bed, and eyes finally blink open blearily. body relaxes, and it’s THEN that both eyes and nose clue in to the morning surprise.
a puff of air leaves the werewolf’s snout: a FOND LAUGH. it honestly is a surprise, but it’s a nice one, one which dox will no doubt NEVER bring up. his kindness has always been expressed... in interesting ways.
nosing at the flowers before him for a better whiff of their sweet scent, shiro would smile if this form were capable of it. as it is, fluffy tail instead thumps a soft beat against cushioning. he thinks he might LEAVE the flowers there, if he can --- it’s a pleasant sight, and he doubts that dox will have a problem letting them be.
TEMPTING as it is, once he’s finished appreciating the flora, to simply devour the delicious-smelling muffin still waiting for him, that almost seems disrespectful. plus, given it’s still warm, it should be SAVOURED. thus, rather than hork it down between large jaws, wolf shrinks and mere seconds later a hand reaches for the pastry. now the smile that has been waiting finally SHOWS ITSELF, spreading wide as two fingers pinch a chunk of the muffin off to bring to his mouth.
glad to have taken the savouring route, shiro makes note that he’ll have to find something nice to do IN RETURN. ---not because he feels it owed for the nice surprise, but because he WANTS to do something kind for dox. maybe some people like to keep this day exclusively for romance, but he’s always been someone who much more enjoys using it to treat EVERYONE he cares about to something nice. he wouldn’t have thought dox would be the same, but... somehow it’s not all that shocking to discover that he is.
ALRIGHT. in between some gaming and a quick outing i’ve been working on a new theme. most of my day went in to it and i think it’s OFFICIALLY FINISHED. thank god lmfao
that said, i’m really pleased with the results? :’>
collection of prompts / starter sentences taken from the cursedsuggestion blog
“ tell me we’ll be safe at least for a little while ” “ no one can hear you and no one can help you ” “ ruin my life and never leave me ” “ haunt me , fucker ” “ leap off the precipice before anyone can shove you ” “ now you know how i feel about you ” “ think of me when you want to come home ” “ you made your choice so live with it ” “ don’t look back on it ” “ family does not guarantee safety ” “ you were an adult for most of your childhood ” “ you’ll be okay somewhere in that vague future tense ” “ what i’m saying is what happened was fucked up ” “ you’re crushed under the spine bending weight of yourself ” “ you fell in love with yourself and projected it onto me ” “ i’m the one with the power this time ” “ i bite off more than i can chew ” “ you ruined your own self ” “ i never say the right things ” “ you didn’t outgrow your misery , you grew into it ” “ i look after me and mine ” “ we’re twin souls ” “ you molded me into something terrible ” “ i’m too rigid to bend back ” “ no one’s coming to fix you ; put yourself back together ” “ i’m not even a real person ” “ you don’t love , you just devour what i give ” “ why do you expect others to treat you better than you treat yourself ? ” “ you should try to be you ” “ sometimes fixing something is stopping it from breaking further ” “ you don’t say what you mean , just what sounds good ” “ all you do is watch ” “ i’m a bad habit with a bad attitude ” “ everything you are shown has a purpose ” “ someone else wears your face ” “ my soul is a bit fucked up ” “ i’ll burn the sheets when you go ” “ there is no god that i can see ” “ love isn’t an excuse ” “ scream into the universe until it screams back ” “ i wanted you to stay ” “ the past is with you , for better or worse ” “ this hate keeps me warm in the winter ” “ i’m a wrong number ”
@starwritten / fantasy sc.
‘ weren’t you told to leave these woods? ’
during his regular herb-gathering for the month, wherein he goes around the forest and collects bunches of the herbs which dox uses on a regular basis, shiro had come across an UNFAMILIAR SCENT. one which, upon being followed, has unexpectedly led him to a faerie. he’s never seen her before, but it’s easy enough to assume that THIS is the fae dox was complaining about last week.
despite the nature of the question, there’s no harshness to his tone --- merely SUSPICION. a shuffle of paws, and the werewolf shifts his stance, jostling some of the herbs tucked away in what is, effectively, the saddlebag across his back. head tilts, and his eyes watch her CURIOUSLY; it’s not often that he meets a magical being who isn’t a witch or a shaman or any of the more commonly found types. most magical creatures, for lack of a better term, don’t like to cross the boundary into dox’s forest.
‘ showing up uninvited around here isn’t the best idea, you know. ’
All I ever wanted to do Was some good in this world And I did try God did I try.
sorry for not doing much / being so slow here! i’ve currently got muse for like. five blogs rn so i’ve kinda just been wherever i’ve got the most muse... basically: my brain is everywhere but i’ll reply to stuff eventually!!
edit: OH, re: slav, i’ll be adding him over here at some point, for those interested. he... will probs be the only vld muse there & he’ll be pretty sparse. figured that’s good to add so anyone interested knows what they’re walking into lmao
grimesucker.
a TILTED grin cracks across his expression , the mender looking ALL-TOO SMUG as he reminisces a GOOD NIGHT ; it’s not OFTEN that he indulges in booze , but it’d been a GOOD BOTTLE & GOOD COMPANY—
slinging on his jacket , adjusting the collar & smoothing the fabric over weapon straps , dox peeks back towards fifteen with a raised brow—kettle , meet pot .
shiro MATCHES the raised brow with one of his own, though his expression weakens some when the offer comes for him to join. he WAS just going to sit up and try to find something to watch or reread those old astronomy books for the hundredth time, but... going out sounds better. more of a DISTRACTION from the thoughts keeping him awake.
“ yeah. ”
a nod, a quick pat to ensure his knife is still strapped into place, and he hurries to the door. only THEN does he seem to hesitate.
“ ...where are we going at this time of night, exactly? ”
Delivered to @kienokoru with a hug and a lil’ cheek kiss uwu
@stolenbystars sent: imagine sharing a bed with............. me ,