𝓼..ᅠ‘ ͡𝓖𝙷𝙾𝚂͙𝚃.

⠀ soft breathing. his body relaxes. it’s a nice moment ; he’s not expected to talk or do anything. eyes slip close. just listening to the distance voices ———— this is a thing for them now , isn’t it ? roach doesn’t mind. ⠀

⠀ damn shame. ⠀

⠀ balaclava is tugged back up. while his goggles are pushed to his head. curls dangling. tears his gaze away with a hum. sipping at his coffee some more. legs heavy in the lieutenant’s lap. ⠀

I don’t even need much… just your hands on me for a while

my dear, what tempest of pain shrouds the shimmer of your eyes? permit me into their murky depths, so that i may lift the weight of your burden.

⠀ softening. “you haven't left me yet.” ⠀

⠀ there isn’t a response. tugging down his balaclava to flash a smile ———— that should be a good enough answer. he’s nice and comfortable. content. ⠀

⠀ never said it didn't. ⠀

⠀ there goes the loud and very dramatic sigh. slumping a little further into his seat. long sip of coffee. is that a good enough answer ? ‘ had me on night shift then I couldn’t sleep after that. ‘ ⠀

𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀?

𝓽hose who know him never speak ill of him . Whether it’s due to fear or respect , no one knows .

⠀ flicks forehead. you do. i'm saying you do. ⠀

⠀ “what version do you think i want? the lie or you?” ⠀

⠀ call it a natural thing. able to pull energy out of thin air ———— lord knows he doesn’t sleep at night. rarely. hands are brought up. signing. ‘ sleep well ? ‘ ⠀

⠀ yer mind wanders. ⠀