selune.

promises, promises.

selune. runaway. || mv | ms | au friendly

[selune. @echoyla]

𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.

> selune vrethei. geneticist. investment. runaway.
> https://t.co/oGObYmFqZv
> written by hawke.

[selune. @echoyla]

// sign of life! got a new cat, am still hot, the cats name is Leonard and I found her under my old trailer I used to live in. I'm doing okay! thinking abt coming back to twt because my boyfriend is writing here again and i'm a sucker for that nerd. hi everyone <3

[selune. @echoyla]

// hi, checking in, not coming back to Twitter but letting folks know I'm alive and well. been going to ren faire a lot, actually! if anyone wants to pick up rping with me, I've been doing that mostly on discord now. love and miss you guys!

[selune. @echoyla]

resting on the floor, then?"

[selune. @echoyla]

another moment of quiet, and then he slips off the sill, stepping into the room on soundless feet. he walks down the short hall, steps into the kitchen, and folds into a neat lotus on the floor next to her, resting his hands on his knees and just... observing.

"you plan on +

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

ㅤ
huh. so that’s what he sounded like. she almost liked the voice, even if it was muffled by fabric. that wasn’t so bad, though? so was bruce’s, or jason’s. just a minor inconvenience.

“ you haven’t been watching me long enough, then. “

speaking terms
ㅤ

[selune. @echoyla]

belying no real feeling behind them.

[selune. @echoyla]

another curious tilt, and then, vaguely muffled through the fabric:

"i've never known you to give up before."

faintly accented, almost posh, but quiet with disuse. there's no real tone to indicate mood: some distant amusement, perhaps, or hidden judgement? the words are flat, +

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

ㅤ
the fridge was in view of her bedroom window, she knew that much. she lowered herself back down to the ground, grabbing a bottle of water from her fridge, wondering what it must have felt like to feel the boards of her apartment creaking as “moon” came into her
ㅤ

[selune. @echoyla]

he lifts the window open, slips onto the sill proper, and sits there with a leg dangling, the other bent to keep balance. he rests against the side of the window, head tilted back, tipped to face the room. just waiting.

[selune. @echoyla]

he watches her make slow, aching progress down the hall to the kitchen. the layout of her apartment is only just modified from something more standard--wider walls and doorways, larger bathroom, most things built to lower height, counters, cabinets, stove.

she turns a corner. +

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

ㅤ
hm. maybe he doesn’t like being looked at. scrambling for her crutch— her throat was so dry, one would think she swallowed sand in her sleep— and pushing herself onto it, her legs shaking beneath her.

“ useless things. “

just to the kitchen and back.
ㅤ

[selune. @echoyla]

his goggles pop back into view, head tilted, well, owlishly. waiting.

[selune. @echoyla]

oh, she moved. awake, then, and looking out her window at him. the urge for motion rises; he does not resist it.

he ducks behind the gargoyle, disappears in the dark. appears on the edge of the rooftop, standing, scanning, and then gone again. a hand curls over her windowsill. +

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

ㅤ
he’s a little bit hard to see without her glasses, but she knows he’s there. lens glare or not. he’s there the most when she’s asleep, the rare moments she does get— when the night is past its darkest, but the sun isn’t yet out.

pushing her blanket off, letting
ㅤ

[selune. @echoyla]

he'd be disappointed if she didn't realize. she's one of the smart ones, after all.

he perches in the shadow of a gargoyle, a remnant of withered gothic architecture, folded in on himself. the only thing that catches any light, reflects it, are the round lenses of his goggles.

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

ㅤ
he’s there again. @echoyla, at her window, like she doesn’t notice him. or maybe he does know. he’s always there.
ㅤ

[selune. @echoyla]

// logs back in specifically to bother @satelliteseer

[selune. @echoyla]

for all his sharp-edged ire and cruel wit. he'll soften his own edges for this sad-eyed boy.]

[selune. @echoyla]

oh, excellent. i do so love being kept.

[tease, lacking any real ire. the bed is nearby; he falls into it with a little huff, nose wrinkling.]

we should get you a softer mattress. asceticism may suit you, but it's less my speed.

[arms open, as ever. someplace soft to land, +

[KYLO REN. @dvrthside]

[Allowing the contact, Kylo follows but a pace or two behind Selune, limbs heavy, eyelids impossibly heavier. The lack of sleep and general disregard for his own wellbeing does not come without equal consequence. Tonight, however, they return with a vengeance.] »

[selune. @echoyla]

@dvrthside // WHEEZING

[selune. @echoyla]

[a fond tilt of his lips, and he's reaching out to wrap kylo's hands in his own, tugging him along.]

you've overworked yourself. tsk, tsk. [a gentle laugh, lacking its usual sardonic edge.] i suppose i don't mind a nice nap.

[KYLO REN. @dvrthside]

[A deep bass rumble, so drained of energy, so much softer than the tone he usually employs, so utterly /sleepy/ that he sounds as though he might fade into the aether at any moment.]

Your company, rather. Come. Lay with me.

[selune. @echoyla]

@GRAVITRAINING fine, fine. but only if they behave.

give him ten minutes.

[selune. @echoyla]

@GRAVITRAINING // WHEEZING

that's so valid

[selune. @echoyla]

@GRAVITRAINING ... fine. he can be at the office shortly.