#bothfeetinthegrave

[eritvita]

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@bothfeetinthegrave

The yellowing lights from that buzzing neon of the gas station cast eerie glows down upon their heads, that buzzing and the entirety of the crickets in their stilted, Autumnal chill the pair's only company in this lone, silent Night; naught e'en for the cars upon the highway droll past, excluding the lonely howl of far-'way coyotes in that flattened, dry ground.

Roland frowns at his space from across from this doleful spirit, the plastic of their bench sharp and jagged in its ancient days. His van is packed aftways, locked and safe, a Sentinel of a fantasy-painted Wall. "Hast thou e'er cautioned to sleep?" inquires he, as 'tis all too familiar that recognition of purpl'ng eyes, the melted expression and so of the waxful pallor of a soft, exhausted countenance. All too mirrored.

[elwyngwyn]

@bothfeetinthegrave | From HERE

"It's t...t..tea." His voice was soft, the strong Welsh lilt punctuating the words as he pressed the mug - one of his thicker, sturdier ones, tactile and easy to grasp even for shaking hands - into Eden's. Then he took several steps back, allowing Eden distance between them as he took a seat on the couch opposite. Giving him space to be and feel less cramped.

"It's okay. You don't uhm - you don't h...have to feel, uhm - safe. Not yet. It - it comes with, with, uhm, t...time." The gentle stutter carried across the room, tone still quiet and gentle as he sipped from his own cup.

"B..b..but the tea? It uhm, it helps." A warm thing to hold, a sense of comfort, but also so much more than that. Elwyn's magic had always infected everything he made, and tea was no exception. Unique blends for every visitor, flavours picked out based on their needs as much as their tastes. Lavender and chamomile for comfort, willow bark and rose hip for pain, ginger and liquorice for stomach aches. Every possible option was mixed and blended to create something perfectly individual for each visitor that came his way.

Eden's was, of course, no different.

[rubctosis]

                                        @bothfeetinthegrave liked for a one liner!

𝐈𝐧   𝐚   𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐲   𝐥𝐢𝐭   𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦   𝐨𝐟   𝐋𝐚𝐰'𝐬   𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞,   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐚𝐢𝐫   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜    and   the   soft   hum   of   machinery.   The   sterile   surroundings   were   a   stark   contrast   to   the   disheveled   state   of   the   surgeon   himself,   who   sat   amidst   a   pile   of   medical   books,   the   soft   glow   of   a   reading   lamp   casting   shadows   across   his   weary   face.   He   hadn't   slept   in   what   felt   like   an   eternity,   his   eyes    heavy   with   fatigue.   fingers   traced   the   words   on   the   pages,   absorbing   the   knowledge   within   the   tomes   of   medical   wisdom.   Despite   his   best   efforts   to   find   solace   in   the   pages   of   his   beloved   medical   texts,   sleep   continued   to   elude   him.   The   hours   stretched   into   eternity   as   he   delved   deeper   into   the   intricacies   of   human   anatomy   and   the   complexities   of   surgical   procedures.   But   even   the   most   engrossing   of   subjects   couldn't   ward   off   the   relentless   pull   of   fatigue.   The   weight   of   sleep   deprivation   pressed   on   him,   yet   his   determination   to   unravel   the   mysteries   of   the   human   body   held   him   captive   to   the   words   before   him.

As   the   night   wore   on,   Law   succumbed   to   the   relentless   grasp   of   exhaustion.   His   body,   finally   succumbing   to   the   fatigue,   slumped   against   the   chair.   The   rhythmic   sound   of   his   breathing   hinted   at   the   onset   of   sleep,   but   just   as   the   tendrils   of   unconsciousness   began   to   wrap   around   him,   he   startled   awake. A   sudden   jolt   shook   his   body,   as   if   he   had   been   abruptly   thrust   into   freefall.   He   grunted   in   irritation,   his   hand   instinctively   reaching   for   the   katana   at   his   side,   only   to   find   it   missing.   His   heart   raced   as   he   scanned   the   room,   searching   for   any   sign   of   danger.   Yet,   to   his   confusion,   there   was   none.

𝐇𝐞   𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬,   𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐨   𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩   𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. But   as   he   blinked   away   the   grogginess,   his   gaze   fell   upon   something   in   his   peripheral.    his   brow   furrowed   as   he   squinted   at   the   figure   before   him—the   detail   unclear   but   he   could   make   out,   slightly   curled   hair. Law's   mind,   clouded   by   fatigue,   struggled   to   discern   whether   this   apparition   was   a   figment   of   his   imagination   or   a   manifestation   of   something   more   profound.   He   blinked,   pinching   the   bridge   of   his   nose,   half-expecting   the   illusion   to   dissipate.

[gumpistol]

📏 Eden's 151 cm

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

❝ HA HA, i can put my chin on your head !!! ❞ finally someone shorter than him.

[cmdrace]

" just save your breath, okay? you're gonna be fine. "

A subtle cough was presented to the person that saved him. "Heh..finally you came" Ace wheezed out, his eyes squinted in pain. His voice unable to reach his throat as one hand held the burn that was slowly growing and the other lay limp to his side.

"W-What happened?" The usual prideful commander lay limp, looking up. He didn't know what had happened. All he knew was that Ace was in the middle of a battle, shooting his finger guns at the enemy and the second he turned around, he was punched so hard through something, and now was here. With broken bones and a hurting painful body.

Scratches littered his face, body and hands. He felt tired. Oh so tired. His hair was dirty and greasy from his fighting.

"Did I..win?" He asked the blonde who only helped him, feeling energy slip through his body. His heart thumped, his body was in pain, his head throbbed.

This wasn't the plan, this wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't the way he wanted it.

Chaos and destruction was to be expected, but not to this degree. His eyes moved, glancing at his savior then up at the sky, as if the holy gods were shining upon him.

As he lied there, his mind had considered the opportune times where he could have done more as a crewmemeber, been more as a brother, or even simply commanding more as the Commander.

As Ace lied there, he felt himself think about things, think about his childhood. With everyone there, Dadan yelling at him, him yelling at Luffy and Sabo..ah memories. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself be whisked off to dream land, but still keeping the fight to stay alive and stay awake mentally.

Physically, he was exhausted, his energy spent. He didn't want to accept defeat, but he was bruised, battered, a mess and most importantly...

Burnt out

The ball of his life was now in the man's court that was here to try save him. He didn't know why but at the same time, he was happy to have found someone.

"Thank you..."

@bothfeetinthegrave | hurt/comfort prompts

[lcngdays-arc]

@bothfeetinthegrave from [ here ]

Exhaustion runs clear in Idris's whole being. From the way he looks to the way he holds himself. How he walks, how he holds his head down low. His cane supports him as he walks, clutched tight in a shaky hand. He doesn't dare look in Eden's direction. He doesn't dare betray himself into thinking there could be help here.

"i don't have health insurance." He says, voice soft, uneasy. Idris doesn't mention how he's hurt, only that he can't afford the help that he assumes Eden is offering. "i'll be... alright, i just. i need to get home. i can't keep my brother waiting."

[byanyan]

💭 (( if you like! ))

a thought byan has had about your museㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ" gotta remember to ask him sometime if everyone else can see 'im, or if he's basically my imaginary ghost friend. ...oh god, he isn't, is he? he's real, right? "

[circumstanceworn]

@bothfeetinthegrave ✧ ∘ ˚ sc.

" ...how do you feel about ghost hunting? " an odd question to raise from seemingly nowhere, to be sure, though perhaps slightly less so when the conversation is taking place between a witch and a revenant. rethinking his choice of words after a moment, however, joon pauses just before he can take a sip of his coffee.

" —well, ghost hunting is the wrong way to put it. soothing spirits would be more accurate. " with that clarified, he proceeds to bring the cup to his lips, all while observing eden over the rim. he hopes no offence is taken, because it certainly isn't intended, it just isn't often he broaches the topic with someone effectively undead and isn't entirely certain of the etiquette. " i only ask because there's one i've been trying to work with, but they've stopped acknowledging me. i thought, if you're willing, you might be able to help. even if you aren't comfortable engaging, having your energy present may be enough. "

[sarcasticmercy]

😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork.

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((Nah, I'm a fuckin' nerd who drinks too much coffee and refuses to nap and jokes that I am an eldritch god))

[hearthtales]

‘ leave it alone - you already need stitches. ’

bran had been running. branches lashed against his face, breath catching in his throat, until his untied shoelace caught against a rock and down he went. the forest grew dark and fuzzy for a moment.

eventually, he regained his senses and stumbled to his feet. his bag had flown into a thorn bush. he was just stretching out his hand to try reaching it when someone spoke from behind him. he jolted and spun to face them, terror shining in his eyes before he forced his expression to something more neutral.

“i wasn’t gonna jump straight in,” he muttered, the tips of his ears burning. still, he stepped away from the bush for now. his mind echoed what the other had said, processing it better this time. stitches. what? true, there was a pain in his leg he’d been steadfastly ignoring, but… oh. a gash ran down his shin. from the rock, probably. it was bleeding.

dizziness washed over him. bran leaned against a tree, freckled face even paler than usual. “it’s not… that bad.” it was quite bad, actually. he couldn’t tell maude. she’d never forgive him. he swallowed hard, fumbling for options, and resorted to addressing the stranger again (who didn’t appear immediately threatening, at least). “have you got any bandages?”

[otulnlwnafh]

“Once, just once, I’d like for someone to bring me flowers or something instead of corpses.” (( Over here too - hello! No need to do all of these if you don't want! ))

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He paused, lowered his drink from his lips. He wasn't entirely sure he was supposed to have heard that. Then again, he was the only one in the immediate proximity of... Whoever this was. No one else seemed to be paying any attention either. Despite being somewhat decent at reading people, he wasn't sure if anyone even acknowledged someone new entering the room. This was what it was like for Iain, wasn't it?

E.L. glanced down at the bottle in his hand, then over toward the other. "Alcohol?" As he offered the rest of the bottle out. The best option? No. Not really. The most feasible one he had given the circumstances? Yes. The most logical? Well- he'd argue it was, considering he'd grown up with ghosts being offered alcohol as they passed through his home. Therefore, it would stand to reason any other dead being would also appreciate the offering. "Someone needs to take care of them, though. Hard to convince anyone to do it."

[eritvita]

Hey! I wanted to drop by and say I hope you have a good new year! Glad we've been able to keep in touch all this time, across blogs. Much love -

love you rabbit!! i hope you have a beautiful start to a gorgeous year, & im happy we get to write w each other through it!!

[dearfr1end]

it's not the worst injury i've ever encountered, but it's pretty bad.

@bothfeetinthegrave

"well, i think everything is going to be okay." he frowns, though, he seems to be handling things okay. it's not as if forrest is a trained doctor or anything, but he had gotten good at patching people up. most of his training had been the result of years and years spent followed by ghosts, but there was also the small period he worked at the hospital. it made him feel a little less... panicked.

hands hover, not touching quite yet. "does it hurt?" he has no idea what things are like for eden, and this is a great chance to learn. if forrest knows one thing about at the undead, it's that there is often no consistency from one person to another. it was the only pattern he could find.

[thcbcastbclow]

@bothfeetinthegrave

She had to make her plan work.

Well, the environment probably wasn't helping much in keeping things secretly - it was possible to hear the ocean waves breaking not so far from them, although they were much quieter at this time of day, at low tide. Warm sand turns to rock beneath their feet, as Menkar helps Eden to maintain balance as they climb them. She hadn't told her friend about her second intentions yet - they'd have time for that later, when the first part of her plan succeded. Well, at least she hoped it would succeed. Eden hated water more than an on-board cat in the middle of the ocean!

"We're here!" she smiles, looking at the natural pools the waves had left between the rocks in front of them. They were only deep enough to dip your anckles in, but it was a start. She was excited. She holds his hands, slowly walking backwards into the water. "This part can be slippy and I don't want you to fall, so hold on tight and trust me, okay?"

[gumpistol]

@bothfeetinthegrave continued from here

there is nothing the straw hat captain needs more post-combat, regardless of the injuries incurred, than CALORIES. with the strain luffy regularly places on his physique, the fuel necessary for his body to repair itself and heal is high. so despite the bruises and aches that wrack the raven-haired man's relatively small frame, and an overall need for rest, his immediate plea to the strange newcomer is for food. luffy needs food now.

more specifically, the young pirate needs protein — a necessity for torn muscle fibers to knit back together stronger than before. when he's brought back the small handful of candy instead, the captain's features sink into a displeased and childish frown. this wouldn't do.

the hunger gnaws at the lining of an empty stomach, snarling and bellowing audibly into the open space between the two of them. seated upright, marred hands with black and blue knuckles curl loosely into the fabric of rolled pants against luffy's thighs. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, and a fog shrouds his mind, leaving the straw hat without clear thought. he is unable to focus on anything but the pooling saliva beneath his tongue and the phantom, fabricated scents of garlic sautéed shrimp, miso grilled fish, smoky barbecued pork, and perfectly seasoned roasted duck. where was sanji when his captain desperately needed him?

the fatigue and lightheadedness had set in long ago, bringing forth dormant animalistic instincts of survival, and making it near impossible for the pirate to feel grateful or appreciative of the gesture eden tries to make. because as his gut painfully eats away at itself, luffy's ability to regulate irritation and filter frustrated words from his mouth lessens even more so than usual. in a moment of clouded judgement and annoyance, the ravenette snaps at the one who only aims to help him.

❝ no!! this isn't enough!! i need more than this! I NEED MEAT! ❞

[daedaluscried]

A skeleton is a house, not a home

" It is a residence, but it is not where you are at your most... belonging, " A soft smile behind a veil, " But you perhaps understand that better than most. You have inhabited many houses. "

A son, a child. It was what the Timekeeper always felt about souls like this. She wanted to wrap long arms around them and give them comfort. But most didn't want her.