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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-10 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, are we very concerned about this being uncomfortable for Thot? The lines around his eyes crease a little tight beneath a pinch at his brow, timed near perfect to the plop of damp crystal to palm.

“It isn’t.”

Indeed, past the flex and reset of her beak, the finch seems happy to wing from Silas’ open hand to the high turn of his collar. He tucks the crystal away behind his lapel while she preens.

“Keep her warm and avoid crushing her to death and she will be fine.”
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-15 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
“She doesn’t eat or sleep.”

That she preens at imaginary nits in the bristle under Silas’ chin may erode at this assertion; the beady glitter of her eyes and busy flirt of her feathers sends all the signals the human mind is wired to expect of life. She is a strange bird, but a bird, and upon cursory inspection nothing more mystical or terrible.

“But she is physiologically delicate.” So don’t put her away into a pocket and sit on her. He breaks eye contact after that unspoken warning.

The offered finger he lifts sees her springing to it from his collar. From there, it’s for him to offer her out, even as she skips across his knuckles like a flipped coin.
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ellis has a way of grabbing him this way, in a singular movement that catches him again just off his guard. So captured, hawk by the ankles or cat by the scruff, he is naturally still. Tolerance via familiarity saves them from coiling tension. There is some prickling at his chops while he watches the splinter of green in his palm muted under thumb, subtle discomfort in an invisible pin at his ears.

It’s very early in the morning for this.

“You’re welcome.”

Thot bounces like a note along the creases of Ellis’ sleeve, little claws clumsy in their clamber for purchase up to the shoulder.
Edited (not allowed) 2021-11-16 03:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-16 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Under his own scrutiny, Silas crooks his thumb to trace an arc along the knuckle pinched at his palm, needle-tongue light across the web. He doesn’t answer.

Two can be uncomfortable in this position.
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-17 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
There’s a twinge at the sound of his name, barely there -- tension tuning fine through the hollow of his cheek. He lifts his thumb out, fans his fingers from the light touch of their grasp.

Still held, of course.

“I won’t undermine our previous agreement while you’re away.”

He looks up and the blue to his eyes is as autumn crisp as it is distinctly (cordially) unhappy about his having to say so.

“I swear it.”

A broad stroke agreement to do ‘nothing’ is not on the table.
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-18 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Caught fast, Silas is more at ease than the average fox clamped in conibear jaws — resigned to his fate or confident in his escape. It’s very hard to tell. He doesn’t flinch from inspection any more than he has from contact.

A roll at his throat gums up the gearworks of his jaw at the brush at his palm, pins a trace of tension understated in through the scruff of his neck.

“Alright.”

Anything else?
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-11-23 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
“No,” Silas agrees, posture as starch stiff as the pop of his collar. Clearly he is not.

The addition of his last name in particular coaxes a sigh out of him, seems to break some invisible bubble of tension. Ellis is the very portrait of a human doing its best. He has a weary beat to reflect on that while he’s still held.

“Safe travels,” he says, once he’s free. Earnest, in his way. A little curt -- a splinter of unspoken warning against the weight of guilt sure to press down should he renege on his various assurances of taking great care, returning in one piece, returning at all, and so on. He does not ask Ellis to swear.

His turn to exit is inevitable and direct without hurry.

It’s early in the day and there is work for him to do.
Edited 2021-11-23 07:32 (UTC)