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redshiftlogs2020-02-15 02:17 pm
sleepyhollowed) wrote in redshiftlogs2020-02-15 02:17 pm
[CATCH-ALL] This is gonna hurt kid…
Who: Kieran Duffy (sleepyhollowed) and you!
What: A catch-all for the month of February; closed prompts mostly (let me know if you want something for your character at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Sheepi!)
When: /points to previous sentence
Where: anywhere you want, p. much!
For Ben [FIRST COUPLE DAYS OF FEBURARY]
[This is a thought that’s been on Kieran’s mind for a while now, the weight of what he’s planning on asking weighing heavily on him. He’d acclimated relatively well, in his opinion, to losing his sight. The help provided to him by the other people trapped in Anchor had no small part in making sure that said acclimation went as well as it could, given the circumstances. But therein lay part of his issue: the fact that he still had to rely on others. No matter how much his own confidence had grown over the months, nor how much his friends insisted that they didn’t mind (and, according to some, actually enjoyed) helping, something nagging at the back of his brain told him that no. This is unacceptable. If he’s going to take advantage of others’ benevolence, he has to do something in return.]
[The culture that he’d come from, rife with machismo and eating the weak, insisted upon it.]
[So, he’s pretty sure he’s ready to take the next step, but, like any major change, he needs to make sure that it’s the right thing to do. And what better way than to phone a friend.]
H-Hey Ben, is this a good time? I can call back later if it ain’t!
--
For Carlisle [WITHIN FIRST WEEK OF FEBRUARY]
[Although Kieran didn’t expect it, Carlisle jumped on the chance to heal his sight the moment he brought up the idea. It’s a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.]
[One that sends him towards the barn as quickly as he can, relying on a pre-determined path that hasn’t led him wrong yet, thankfully. It doesn’t take him long. Kieran doesn’t like to be too far away just in case there’s something or someone who needs his attention. He knows he’s in the right spot when there are two familiar whinnies and the sensation of velvety snouts against his hair and arms.]
Hey, buddies. Didja miss me?
[Kieran hadn’t been gone for long—certainly for a much shorter time than when he’d been initially moved to the dorms—but to finnicky horses, nearly anything feels like forever. He can relate to that.]
[Running a hand down Eavan’s long face while simultaneously scratching under Branwen’s chin, Kieran starts to coo at them.]
I’m waitin’ fer a friend. He’s, uh, h-he’s gonna set everythin’ right so I can see yer pretty faces. Ain’t that somethin’?
[It sure is something, because for a few moments there, Kieran has to fight through a sudden grip in his throat and choke out the words. It isn’t fear, though, as he initially expected… but a sudden, hopeful excitement. Whatever happens next is going to change everything. Hopefully for the better.]
sleepyhollowed) and you!What: A catch-all for the month of February; closed prompts mostly (let me know if you want something for your character at
When: /points to previous sentence
Where: anywhere you want, p. much!
For Ben [FIRST COUPLE DAYS OF FEBURARY]
[This is a thought that’s been on Kieran’s mind for a while now, the weight of what he’s planning on asking weighing heavily on him. He’d acclimated relatively well, in his opinion, to losing his sight. The help provided to him by the other people trapped in Anchor had no small part in making sure that said acclimation went as well as it could, given the circumstances. But therein lay part of his issue: the fact that he still had to rely on others. No matter how much his own confidence had grown over the months, nor how much his friends insisted that they didn’t mind (and, according to some, actually enjoyed) helping, something nagging at the back of his brain told him that no. This is unacceptable. If he’s going to take advantage of others’ benevolence, he has to do something in return.]
[The culture that he’d come from, rife with machismo and eating the weak, insisted upon it.]
[So, he’s pretty sure he’s ready to take the next step, but, like any major change, he needs to make sure that it’s the right thing to do. And what better way than to phone a friend.]
H-Hey Ben, is this a good time? I can call back later if it ain’t!
--
For Carlisle [WITHIN FIRST WEEK OF FEBRUARY]
[Although Kieran didn’t expect it, Carlisle jumped on the chance to heal his sight the moment he brought up the idea. It’s a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.]
[One that sends him towards the barn as quickly as he can, relying on a pre-determined path that hasn’t led him wrong yet, thankfully. It doesn’t take him long. Kieran doesn’t like to be too far away just in case there’s something or someone who needs his attention. He knows he’s in the right spot when there are two familiar whinnies and the sensation of velvety snouts against his hair and arms.]
Hey, buddies. Didja miss me?
[Kieran hadn’t been gone for long—certainly for a much shorter time than when he’d been initially moved to the dorms—but to finnicky horses, nearly anything feels like forever. He can relate to that.]
[Running a hand down Eavan’s long face while simultaneously scratching under Branwen’s chin, Kieran starts to coo at them.]
I’m waitin’ fer a friend. He’s, uh, h-he’s gonna set everythin’ right so I can see yer pretty faces. Ain’t that somethin’?
[It sure is something, because for a few moments there, Kieran has to fight through a sudden grip in his throat and choke out the words. It isn’t fear, though, as he initially expected… but a sudden, hopeful excitement. Whatever happens next is going to change everything. Hopefully for the better.]
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Oh, oh no, I couldn't—
[Oh, but Kieran is so sweet to offer, and so grateful. He simply wants to return the favor, and Carlisle knows good and well just how disappointing it can be when you feel as though you can never repay a debt. That and, Carlisle realizes belatedly, he probably felt just how thin he is beneath the padding of his clothing.]
Well... yes, milk would be lovely, actually. Thank you for the kind offer.
[He can always donate it to the fridge in the kitchens for those making the food for the community, he supposes. Or see if his pet likes it.]