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Ben Hargreeves 🐙 №6 ([personal profile] the_horror) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2019-05-01 06:39 pm

[open] And the nights, they last forever...

WHO: The Hargreeves + Guests
WHERE: Various Cities
WHEN: Month of May
WHAT: Mass log of idiots to keep from flooding others. A log for all things Hargreeves, their Adventures, and those trying to befriend them.
WARNINGS: Obligatory CW for: drugs, alcohol, mentions of death, and mentions of child abuse. You know, the normal things.

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[personal profile] obediences 2019-06-17 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Luther pauses, and reads and rereads that one for a while. Picking through those three words and trying to imagine which version of it she means. It could be either. It could be both.

In the end, all he has to settle on is his own decision about how to interpret it -- both -- and he just nods. Reaches out and pats the back of her hand, briefly, just the smallest touch before he retreats back to his side of the chair.

And each other.
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[personal profile] numberthree 2019-06-17 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
The words are straightforward enough. A repeat in agreement,
that lets her breathe out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.

Until she all but chokes on it. The fingers that curl around that breathe, clench hard and jerk it right back into the center of her chest, with every single muscle and bone around it, when the warmth of a hand cover hers, just briefly, larger, heavier, warm fingers and worn cloth. That is gone almost as fast as it starts.

That's only real, because her eyes actually follow Luther's hand back to rest on the armrest of his chair, even as the ache in her chest blossoms like a bruise. Like she'd suddenly dived too far down in water; the pressure of the air outside of her exerting far more force than gravity had any right to. Breathing left unavailable as she blinked a few times trying to gather her thoughts back.
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& done!

[personal profile] obediences 2019-06-17 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
He's too painfully aware of what he just did, his body practically buzzing all over with pins and needles at it, at having done it, of offering touch (even one so small and simple as that), that Luther is practically relieved when a doctor walks through that doorway, scans the room, and then heads over towards the group of Hargreeves.

And then, just as suddenly, he is relieved, because at least this means the wait is over, they're out of that interminable limbo and leaping up out of their chairs. For an update. For information. On how Klaus is doing. On whether they can see him yet.

And at least it's something.