#liked it so much i even attempted coloring and shading and gurl i do not know what the fuck i'm doing

[slashthrashandcrash]

So I might have stayed up until 2am last night binge reading the webcomic Everything Is Fine and I kinda like it a little bit just a touch just a wee tad

[sissyjamieray]

My journey into feminization how did it begin? It is difficult to pin point a specific age, but I would guess I was about 11 years old. Yes, confused by sexual urges and excitement when looking at pictures of pretty girls in magazine ads wearing only panties and bras. Mmm, then 'borrowing' intimate female garments and wearing them. Feelng the overwhelming rush of pleasure and my first orgasm while wearing female clothing. Through the years I've tried to suppress this urges to dress as a woman. Being married was so frustrating as my wife left her intimate garments all over the house. It was like being in a candy store: bras, panties, lingerie all within reach. Unable to resist I would carefully try on bra or nightie when she was out shopping. At one point she mentioned something about one nightie being worn out in the "wrong" places. But she never questioned me. After all why would her man be turned on by wearing panties? Looking back she was very smart, she knew better than to confront me head on, lol. She knew I would not admit it or make up some bullshit story. She was very subtle, one night after making love she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies, my response was no love, none that I can think of. Another time she make the following comment, " I wish I had something to poke you with". Wow, she was so close. I was a bit stunted, didn't have a good response, lol. Several months later during our forplay love making she starts licking my nipples, omg, wtf!! Do you like it she says, with her hand on my growing manhood there was no escape, no denial. You like it don't you? I said yes, grasping for air and moaning as she began to rub the tip of my cock with her finger while continuing to lick and suck on my nipples. Then she slid her hand below my balls and started stroking and messaging the area just above my ass hole. After five minutes or this action she get up, pulls off her soaked panties then leans towards me with panties in hand and whispers in my ear, ' guess what I found in your bag Jim?' I found at least 10 pairs of my panties Jim, wtf all stained with your cum! "So you like to jerk off and cum in my panties, really?" What could I say but yes. I tried to explain why but she was upset? She then took her wet panties wrapped them around my almost limp manhood and said show me how you like you jerk off im my panties! I was so embarrassed, but I was wrong to have taken her things, this was my punishment, Yes? I reached down and started stroking my cock but it was very limp by now, I could not get hard. She saw my problem and whispers in my ear, "what's the problem, sissy panty boy, can't jerk off in front of your hot sexy wife? never touch my things again!, if you do, you will never fuck or cum inside me again. Do you understand me? Yes, hon I understand, good. Now where are my panties, Uh where you put them dear, yes they are yours now. Uh, keep them clean and if you wear these out (giggle) we will go out together and buy you more. Yes, I'll let the pretty sales lady know my size and yours (giggle). One more thing, when we make love, make sure you are wearing a clean pair of lacy pink panties. You are my panty boy husband now (giggle). I guess you better learn to get excited and hard while wearing female panties or you will never fuck me again (giggle): panty boy. Next day I after work I set out the task of hand washing 'my' panties in hope of getting lucky later that evening. Ok, hot water and some laundry soap and a 15 minutes soak, rinse and then toss into the dryer should to the trick right? Right before we went to bed I quickly grabbed my panties and climbed into bed. My wife had been observing my laundry duties activities that evening and I assumed we were cool. My hopes of an evening of

having sex where dashed when she turned the lights on stating: it's panty check time, stand up and let examine your feeble attempts to clean these! Ok, I can still see your nasty stains, what temperature did you wash these in? Hot I relied, she laughed, you idiot you should have used cold, as now you've 'set' the stain and ruined a pretty pair of panties. Oh well I guess we will have to go panty shopping tomorrow. Maybe Victoria's Secret? I understand Nancy, your friend Mike's wife just started working there (giggle), maybe she can let us use her discount? She then put her hand on my softening member and said, 'well give it some thought, panty boy, good night. WTF, now she is straight up trying to sexually blackmail me and expose me really? I got out of bed headed for the bathroom sobbing, how could my sweet wife be so cruel. Fifteen minutes or so she knocks on the door, " Jimmy are you ok"? No I'm, how could I be ok when you want to humiliate me and expose my fetish to my friends? Oh you admit it now that you are little perverted panty stealing panty boy? Her words cut me through me like a knife, but she was right. Stand Jim, look at yourself in the mirror wearing my soiled panties, tell me baby who and what did I fall in love with? Then she placed her had on my limp cock and said, I love you but tell me about all your fetishes now or we are done: confess! I'm not going to play a guessing game with you understand! Sobbing, I began to spill my guys about how was molested by an older boy at 11, my Aunt confessed to dressing me as a girl when I was very young,

dressing my mothers lingerie. Yes, I've have fantasies about being fucked my a man while being dressed as a woman. With years in my eyes I looked at my wife, what she was crying too? Why are you crying I asked? I'm so sorry that so many people have hurt you babe and that you are so fucked up now. Maybe we can both get into therapy, you know get some professional help? But for this moment, let's promise to be more open and honest with our sexual feelings and desires ok? Babe I'm sorry I got do angry with you but you did sneak my panties? I had no idea that my panties turned you on so much to the point that you would willing wear them? She started rubbing my pantied cock as she spoke, you know Jim, have a little fantasy of my own. What she whispered in my ear next blew me away. Jim, sometimes I think about being with a woman, coddling and fondling each others breasts? Jim, I, I think I might be Bi? I sorry I've never shared this with you but you understand right ? At that moment, my cock began to swell, she got her answer. Now pulling my panties down she began licking the very backside tip of my cock, you know Jim, maybe I will be willing to support you, like helping you dress like a lady, apply make up and maybe if you wish be with a man as a woman. With these words I erupted a stream of thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Wow, that was fast hon, you agree with my suggestions? Awesome, now for your first lesson Jamie, lick up all the cum you sprayed over my face. Yes, play the part bitch you need to learn to love the taste of your cum. Yes, your female name is Jamie now, do you like it? That's right clean me up, good gurl. Now it's my turn to be pleasured, now be a good lesbian bitch and eat my sweet pussy, XOXO.

Chapter 2 The List

The next morning Carol, my wife was up early and out of the house without waking me. No breakfast or coffee, man that woman be slipp'in, I thought. Well, what looks good in the frig? Oh man, lookie here, a heart shaped note from wifey. [Hi Jim I went shopping with Margie this morning, not sure when I'll be back but, please pickup the following items at the corner drug store:

tampons, pantyhose, nail polish (pink), eye shadow base & palate, concealer, face primer, eyeliner (water proof), mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, lip gloss, cosmetic brush set, foundation, setting spray and pamprin. Jim, if you need help just ask the salesgirl in

cosmetics, you know the one you always flirt with, you know Desiree, giggle. Oh and make sure you are wearing the pink lace panties that I let in your drawer. They are yours now, Jamie. Love Carol XOXO, P.S., I've invited some friends over for dinner so please be home by 4 pm.] Groan, I HATE shopping, especially for girl stuff! Ok, so off to drug store I went, stright to the cosmetics counter, list in hand. There she was, Desiree behind the counter, may I help you, she asked? Desiree was the gorgeous offspring of Spanish and Irish parents, about 5' 9" light green eyes and light brown to blonde hair. Her makeup was always impeccable, skirts and blouse always tight and ample cleavage on display. Carol was right that I did flirt with Desiree in the past, but Carol was always with me. It was different now, I was alone and what she possibly thinking? I mean, Carol had always shopped for her own cosmetics and fem items? Looking into her eyes my mind went blank, dry mouth, etc. I handed her the list and mumbled, my wife needs this stuff and I have no idea. Sure, no problem, I can get these for. Carol is your wife right? Yeah, she was in earlier, something about a need for a change and wanted you and I to help her with a make-over surprise. I can help you with every thing on the list except the tampons, their in aisle 12. Oh, and I'll need your help with selecting the foundation shade to ensure a good color match. Ok, what ever I said, I'll be back with the wifey's tampons in a couple minutes. As I walked away, Desiree's last words, "color matching" stuck in my head... Carol's skin tone was much lighter than mine? Mmm, aisle 12, ok here we go, no idea really what to buy my wife, so many confusing choices. I must have been searching for the correct tampons for at least 15 minutes when Desiree found me. Hi, need some help? Absolutely? I have no idea what she needs. Laughing at my ignorance of feminine hygiene products, explained that Carol would at minimum need pads and most likely will need a tampon for her 'heavy' period flows. My suggestion is get her both. Is so sweet and thoughtful of you to do pick these up for you wife, I'm sure she appreciates it. Now let's go go back to the cosmetic department and I ring up your items? Sounds like a plan, I said. Ok, let's try this new foundation shade shall we? Desiree reached for my hand, this was a new level: physical contact. I could feel my heart beating faster, well if well if you have to I said? Desiree, her hand still gently touchind my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, Jim, it is necessary to be sure we get an accurate match and you do want to please your Wife don't you? Yes, of course I want to make Carol happy. Well good, smiling as she applied the foundation to my hand Desiree said, you know Jim, it's not like anyone's going to make assumptions about your sexuality. I mean, why would a handsome stud like you want to wear make up? Ok, of course your are right, I told her. Oh, awesome Jim, this color is perfect. Carol will love it.

Great what is the final damage for all this, I asked? Sure, your total comes to $75.65. Ok, wow this stuff sure adds up fast! Ok here's $76, as Desiree handed back my change she dropped a dime. Oh, so sorry, no problem I said bending over to retrieve .10 cents and at that moment exposing my pink lace thong panties in full view of Desiree. So humiliating, I was speechless. Desiree with a big smile handed me my merchandise but me close and whispered, I love a man who likes to embrace his feminine side, Carol is so lucky.

Chapter 3 - No Refunds, No Returns

So I returned home with all the cosmetics Carol had on your list. She met me as I entered our apartment with big hug, then said that she had to leave again. No big deal, but asked me to read a letter she had written to me. Ok, problem, writing letters was something we did when we first started dating. Jim, l'll be back in about 2 hours, so please read my little ' love' note before I return. One more hug as she felt up my ass for the outline of the thong panties, still wearing them I see? Good, I so happy you did, it says you respect my wishes. I am going to make you so happy you did. Then she kissed me deeply and left without saying where she was going? Oh well, now where is this letter? I found Carol's letter on my pillow, she started, my Dearest husband, tonight I will make your fantasy of being a woman a reality. Don't deny it Jim. I found your hidden stash of female undergarments, shemale porn, etc. Really, why did you NOT trust me enough with your kinky desires? No matter, I know now and I still you move than you realize. Tonight I will give your fantasy, but know this our relationship will change. The changes will be (giggle) sort of a role reversal? To start: take a nice hot bubble bath, yes use mine girly stuff XOXO. Next, use my sugar rub all over your body to exfoliate your skin and then shave all your body hair, yes lov, your arms, legs, chest, balls and ass. Next raise in with cold water

and gently dry ourself. Next, hydrate your skin with some lotion be liberal with it. Now Jim, you don't have much time left so get started. Oh, once your done with this bathing routine, look in your drawer and closet. Yes I picked out some cute girly things for you to wear love XOXO. Make sure you are wearing each item when I return? If NOT, trust me You will sorely regret it!! But I know you will be a Good girl for your wife, your Mistress now won't you? And don't act like you don't know how to put on a bra, panty hose, corset, or breast forms. Please Sissy, remember I know what you've doing when your alone and I'm at work. You see I also found your pictures lol. Well, no more secrets BITCH! I demand you to be ready for me to apply your make up and wig when I return. No excuses! Yes dear, I will be fully shaved and dressed when return. Ok, good, I will be at 7 pm sharp! Out of fear and excitement I started drawing my bubble bath. While the tub was filling I looked into the closet and drawer to see what my wife had purchased. My sweet wife had filled my drawer will so many pretty panties and bras all different styles and colours. These were all mine, really? Wow, what was in my closet? Just a quick peek, so many cute skirts, dresses and tops, all mine? Ok, time was slipping away and the tub was nearly full now. As instructed, I soaked in the fraguent bubble bath for a half hour so relaxing then scrubbed every inch of my body possible with a sugar exfoliate scrub. I then covered my body with a girly shaved cream and shaved my legs, arms, chest, groin, balls and ass. I then showed in cold water to rinse off the remaining shave cream. As I dried my body off the scent purfume and softness of my now hairless body caused me to feel so girly/ feminine, excited and horny. I resisted my base urges to pleasure myself and pushed on to getting dressed as it was almost time for my wife to return. So many panties so many choices, will of I selected a cute pink lace thong panties with matching bra and garter belt. Slipping the panties on another temptation to pleasure myself. Not enough time, 6:30 pm, still had to put on the breast plate and corset. I secured the 38 D breasts to my chest using the medical grade adhesive. Looking the mirror was a bit of a let down, so much work and I still looked like a man, a man with big breasts and small waist. I was nearly in tears when I heard the front door open, Carol would be coming in bedroom any moment and I was pretty much half naked. I quickly grabbed a blouse, skirt and heels got them on and posing on the bed, just as door opened. Knock, knock... omg Jim, Carol told me to just let myself in, that my make over project would be sitting on the bed. It was Desire, Carol WTF!! I was humiliated once again, I began sobbing uncontrollably, why Carol, why? Desiree gave me several tissues to dry tears. I don't understand, why would do this? She came closer and hugged me. I never been this close to Desiree or so absolutely vulnerable before. She knew just like Carol that I was to be a sissy no denial. Jim, she said, Carol is giving you a gift, this is what you want really. Carol loves you didn't understand or how to help you experience being a girl. I can sweet heart. Yes, Carol may have, did violate your privacy by sharing your sissy feelings with me but I agreed to help you both. She then kissed me on the lips and said go wash away those trears hon and let's transform you into a beautiful woman. Before she applied my make up she asked me to remove my skirt and blouse, something about not getting any make on my clothes, ok made sence? Desiree was wonderful explaining the fairly complicated process of applying the various types make up, contouring, eye shadow, liner, etc. I almost forgot that I was half naked inches away from a gorgeous woman. The scent of her purfume and beautiful cleavage got the best of my unrestrained manhood. Desiree noticed my problem and said, I see you are getting turned on baby? You like it that I'm feminizing don't sweety? Oh of course you do

[theartofdreaming1]

Here is my attempt at portraying Peeta’s camouflage skills convincingly 😅😅

As usual, my thoughts regarding this week’s prompts and random thoughts on chapters 19-21 are below the cut.

heart

While I love all the banter between Katniss and Peeta, I think my favorite of these three chapters is: “Trust me. Killing things is much easier than this,” I say. “Although for all I know, I am killing you.” “Can you speed it up a little?” he asks. “No. Shut up and eat your pears,” I say. A classic 😄

mind

I always imagined that Cato went after Thresh before coming for Katniss and Peeta because a) Thresh took the backpack for District 2 (which contained the body armor that would make dealing with Katniss’s arrow so much easier) and b) Thresh killed Clove and Cato wanted to avenge her... Although I have no idea how Cato ended up killing Thresh... he was doing pretty well for himself in his grass-y area... Maybe the Gamemakers wanted to punish Thresh for not killing Katniss and generated that thunderstorm and rain to force Thresh out of his refuge, which would give Cato a fair chance to kill him, I guess...

soul

Lol, honestly, since Peeta just generally seems to be motivated by kindness and love/caring, I don’t think it took much for him to keep the star-crossed lovers angle alive (I could easily imagine him actually noticing Katniss in the willow tree early in the Games and offering to take care of the District 8 girl, so the Careers would get the hell out of there, away from Katniss)

Chapter 19:

Peeta, who’s been wounded, is now my ally. [...] I’d loathe any tribute who didn’t immediately ally with their district partner. Besides, it just makes sense to protect each other. - Honestly, this just highlights what a kind person Katniss is, despite her aloof front; her innermost instinct is always to stick together and to protect. Because it doesn’t really make sense for her to team up with Peeta - she knows he’s wounded and won’t be of much help to her, her chances of survival are way better if she stayed on her own, but it’s not something she’d ever consider now that they are allowed to form a team (and only then does she even factor in the whole ‘star-crossed lovers of district 12′ -angle)

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me. The thought makes me smile. - Aww 😊 (but also, how heart-breaking that the Capitol will do everything in their power to change that, to make Peeta become a danger to Katniss 😢)

He’s very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances - Okay, but this just makes me think of that exchange in Gilmore Girls when Paris and Rory talk about how you know a guy is right for you:  “Someone who’s compatible but not compatible.” “Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.” - fits these two to a T 😏

In fact, I’ve just about decided I’m on the wrong track entirely, that a wounded boy would be unable to navigate getting to and from this water source, when I see the bloody streak - Okay, but how flipping tough is Peeta?! He’s severely injured, with multiple tracker jacker stings and he drags himself to this terrain that is almost impossible to navigate for someone in his condition - a sturdy dandelion, indeed!

“You’re here to finish me off, sweetheart?” - What an entrance after having gone AWOL for quite a couple of chapters 👌🏼👏🏼

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” [...] “Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words “How about that kiss?” I burst out laughing - He’s lying in a river bed, slowly dying, and he can still make her laugh 😊

“You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person” - It’s such a small comment, but I can’t help but think that Peeta is just kind of intrigued to discover all these little idiosyncrasies that make up the ever-elusive Katniss Everdeen ;)

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. -  Aww, she doesn’t even want to consider him dying, so she spontaneously decides to cut him off with a kiss👀👀 Honestly, at this point Peeta has elicited 2 (!) spontaneous kisses  (the kiss after the chariot ride and this one) from Katniss, who generally isn’t that big on touching people

“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” - Stubborn, protective Katniss... But also reminds me of their rooftop “date” in CF and the “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it” - exchange

I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff. - KaTNisSs, gurl... 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

Chapter 20:

But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him. I’m just going to have to trust whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one. - The very best of instincts, Katniss, don’t you worry😉

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says, “I was worried about you.” - Gah, why are the both of them so good?! They just care for and worry about each other 24/7

“How do you feel?” “Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag... and you.” Oh right, the whole romance thing. - Oh Katniss...😐 I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. - Where did Peeta pick this up? From a time his family was less dysfunctional? Observing couples in the town square? Or is he a fricking disney prince and these things come natural to him? Questions, questions...

“You didn’t sleep,” Peeta says. “I’m all right,” I say. But the truth is, I’m exhausted. “Sleep now. I’ll keep watch.” [...] I test his cheek. Hot as a coal stove. He claims he’s been drinking, but the containers still feel full to me. I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. - These two are just too stubborn to take proper care of themselves - good thing that each of them is adamant to force the other to sleep/drink/eat when necessary

“Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.” - When presented with the choice of being flirty vs being a cheeky little shit, Peeta will choose being a flirty cheeky little shit every time 😂

“I’m going to make soup,” I say. “Don’t light a fire,” he says. “It’s not worth it.” - Okay, but what he’s actually saying is “I’m not worth it” 😭😭

Katniss telling that story about buying Prim’s goat😊... A young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were just growing in, still small and coated in velvet. [...] Beautiful. - We are all very much aware of Peeta’s appreciation for beauty, but the same does apply to Katniss, too (she’s just overall more pragmatic)

“Was it [the goat] still wearing the pink ribbon?″ he asks. “I think so,” I say. “Why?” “I’m just trying to get a picture,” he says thoughtfully. -  Peeta is so detail-oriented! I have this theory that this is actually something that enables him to overcome his hijacking; we catch glimpses in MJ of how he inches himself out of his condition by asking/focusing on small details or things most people would dismiss as trivial (Katniss’s favorite color, the color of her dress visiting District 7, her Dad singing the Hanging Tree when Peeta was 6 or 7 years old...) and I feel like it makes a lot of sense - his tormentors in the Capitol either wouldn’t have access to distort these moments or not even consider them to have any significance (since they are all about big, flashy gestures in the Capitol), so these memories would remain untouched. Luckily, Peeta seems to live by Robert Brault’s words: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. “

“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask. “A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says. - Well, he’s going to cost her a lot more trouble in the future - but we know he’s going to make up for it and bring her much happiness, too 😊

“You’re not risking your life for me.” “Who said I was?” I say. [...] “Of course I’m not going.” [...] “You’re such a bad liar, Karniss.” [...] Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t stop me!” “I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name I bet someone can find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says. - Soo.. their love language is offering to sacrifice their life like it’s nothing, huh?! 😳😅 

Peeta eats without complaint, even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm. He rambles on about how delicious it is, - lol, sounds like a husband trying to get back on his wife’s good side after they had a row 😂

I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it’s too late, he’s already losing consciousness. - Ah, the most important indicator of true love: having person A force-feed person B a sedative so they can run off to get them life-saving medicine ;)

Chapter 21:

I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, - Reminds me how in MJ she’s going to be so close to Peeta (mentally/emotionally) while he will be physically so distant (in the Capitol!)

a tiny orange one [backpack] [...] that must be marked with a 12 - Interesting how that backpack is orange, huh? Why is that? Are smaller backpacks generally orange (like the one Katniss already has) to be more visible or is this simply to connect the backpack to Peeta (though we don’t know his favorite color at this point)? Do the Gamemakers care whether Katniss gets a matching backpack? It just seems like an unnecessary detail to throw in🤔

The table has just clicked into place when a figure darts out of the Cornucopia, snags the green backpack, and speeds off. Foxface! - Honestly, this was a truly brilliant move; kudos! 👏🏼

[Clove] carefully selects an almost dainty-looking number [knife] with a cruel, curved blade. “I promised Cato if he let me have you, I’d give the audience a good show.” [...] “I think...” she almost purrs. “I think we’ll start with your mouth.” [...] she teasingly traces the outline of my lips with the tip of the blade. - Okay, but the idea of Clove cutting off Katniss’s lips is just all kinds of terrifying and disturbing 😨

“No! No, I-” Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small loaf of bread in Thresh’s hand [...] Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove’s temple. [...] and I know she’s a goner. - Interesting how Katniss describes that rock that basically saves her life (or at least kills her assailant) as bread-sized, huh? “Your district... they sent me bread. [...] Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl.” - Katniss mentions the bread from District 11 as a proof of her alliance with Rue (and the recognition of D11) and Thresh spares her; bread keeps saving her life (while it keeps representing acts of kindness)

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. - I appreciate this small, humanizing moment with Cato

The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green and silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist. - I don’t know much about North American insects (not that I know that much about European insects either - just recently came across a relatively rare moth on my walks that I had never seen or heard of before) - is Katniss describing a special/noteworthy species of moth? Or is this a more literary symbolism kind of moth? (Just looked up some symbolism meaning of moths: change/transformation, seeking light; power of regeneration in some Native American mythology, hmm...)

[lefaystrent]

Nursing Home au

Patton works at the nursing home as a registered nurse, because the man truly cares for people.

He oversees the activities of the rest of the nursing staff, and he’s always keeping them in high spirits.

There’s a vacancy for a nursing aide. Who could possibly fill that position?

It’s Virgil.

At first, Patton honestly doesn’t think Virgil should have been hired there.

Patton had seen Virgil during the hiring process, and his personality didn’t seem like a … good fit. Too closed-off and kinda gruff, and probably not a good bedside manner, right?

Plus there was that criminal record to consider …

But the nursing home administrator hires him anyway, and Virgil joins the staff.

Patton keeps a close eye on Virgil.

Yes he feels guilty, but even Patton isn’t free from prejudices.

Virgil goes about his work very meticulously.

He arrives five minutes early every day, without fail.

He never complains about the tasks he’s been given, just quietly accepts them in a way that makes Patton and the others wonder what he’s really thinking.

He doesn’t talk casually with the other staff much, giving short answers whenever prompted.

Patton worries about the staff’s morale as a team.

Surprisingly, he starts hearing a lot of praise about Virgil. Not from the other staff members, but from the patients themselves.

One of them, a man named Roman, sounds like he’s complaining about him.

“And then he started criticizing my favorite movies!”

“I’m so sorry sir, I’ll talk to him about that.”

“What are you talking about? Kid had some good points. I like him.”

Patton starts subtly bringing up Virgil in conversations while visiting with the patients. For some, he doesn’t even have to warm up to the subject. They stop him in the hallway.

“Patton hun, you know that new boy with the eye-makeup?”

“Yes ma’am, that would be Virgil.”

“He’s so sweet. He helped me with my phone, it’s one of those smart ones? It wasn’t working right, and he fixed it. He’s a smart boy.”

The biggest sign is when one patient—Logan Crofters, who’s a notorious nitpicker—actually voices his approval of Virgil.

“He’s not an idiot,” is all Logan says on the matter, which coming from him, it’s high praise.

Patton doesn’t really understand yet why the patients have taken such a liking to him, but he endeavors to try harder to see who Virgil really is. Mostly he’s glad that his first impression seems to be wrong.

Virgil, for his part, doesn’t understand why the patients like him either.

He just knows that they do.

One of them goes out of their way to call him over to ask for his opinion on what color scarf to knit for their granddaughter.

Another one makes a point to introduce him to their visiting family.

Lots of them seem to like to talk his ear off in general and give him life advice.

Virgil doesn’t really mind it. He’s not used to people wanting to talk to him so much, and to be honest he could use some of the advice.

And the stories they have to share are kinda wild.

He likes bantering with the one old dude, Roman.

“I’ll have you know I’ve killed many a dragon witch in my day.”

“Was this before or after you went senile?”

“Brat.”

“Old fart.”

And then there’s Logan, the elderly man in a wheelchair. He’s probably the smartest man Virgil has ever talked to.

“You’d be surprised how many people assume I’m stupid.”

“You’re in a wheelchair, not braindead dude.”

“Yes, but I am old and crippled, and many people cannot separate physical inadequacy from mentality.”

“Well most people are idiots.”

Logan shows off his dentures in a rare grin.

After those two, there’s Remus.

Even the other staff members warn Virgil in advance about him.

It takes Virgil a month into working there to realize that he’s Roman’s brother.

It really should have been obvious.

“Virgil, where would you bury a body?”

“Why bury it when you can just burn it? Or feed it to some pigs; they’ll eat anything.”

“… oh, I like you.”

Okay, not so obvious, because Remus is a crazy old coot. But he’s got a lot of ideas and grand stories like Roman, only darker themed.

Virgil is convinced Remus is fucking with him to get a reaction out of him.

“He only says all that to get a rise out of you,” Logan confirms.

Challenge accepted.

Virgil continues being a bomb ass nurse.

He’s always super self conscious around his superior, Patton.

He knows Patton is wary of him and Virgil is terrified of messing up in front of him.

Or messing up in general. Poor babe really is too hard on himself.

Even the patients worry about him from time to time.

“You getting enough sleep at night, son? Ya got bags under your eyes!”

“That’s makeup, sir. You know that’s my makeup.”

“Hahaha, but it was funny, right? But seriously, are you sleeping enough?”

And Virgil can’t count how many times they’ve thrown food at him.

“You’re too skinny. You need to eat more.”

“I already eat a lot. I’ve got a high metabolism.”

“Is that one of those social media sites?”

“Roman, if you don’t stop acting stupid—”

“Kidding! I have an Instagram after all. Which you should totally follow me, by the way.”

It’s like suddenly being adopted and Virgil is now the grandson to many old folk.

He’s not even surprised when someone tries to set him up with one of their grandchildren.

What does surprise him is that it’s Logan.

“You should meet my grandson, Remy. Judging from what I’ve observed of your personality, you two would be compatible.”

“Huh, that’s funny, Roman’s got a grandson named Remy too.”

“Yes, Remy is both our grandson.”

“Wait, what?”

“We used to be married, Roman and I. Didn’t you know he was my ex-husband?”

Somehow Virgil has missed that.

But he is so going to grill them for details, because Roman with Logan?

Roman jumps on board when Virgil brings it up.

“Yes! Remy! You would be perfect for him! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first!”

Virgil laughs it off because they can’t be serious.

Of course, they’re very serious.

Virgil is doing his rounds when he walks into Roman’s room and a guy not too far off from his own age standing there in a leather jacket and shades.

“Oh, you are cute,” the guy says in a way that lets Virgil know that he’s clearly heard about Virgil before.

Roman is exceedingly proud.

Virgil officially meets Remy, the grandson.

It’s awkward.

By the end of it, Virgil apparently has a date after work that he swears he doesn’t remember agreeing to.

Remy’s waiting for him in the lobby.

“You ready for the night of your life, babe?”

“…”

“Wait, you’re walking the opposite direction. Come back.”

Virgil goes out to eat with Remy.

Remy actually apologizes for his grandfathers.

“They’re cool old gay dudes, but they can be really pushy. They’ve been complaining about me being single for like yeaaars. Um, maybe I like being single?”

“Do you?”

“Okay, a bitch is lonely, but gurl, I can find a man or whoever on my own, amirite?”

“Why’d you agree to this then?”

“’Cause you really are cute and seem cool. Plus can we just talk about your aesthetic for a sec? What products do you use on your hair? The purple dye is perf.”

It’s not really a date.

But Virgil might have made a friend out of it, at least.

Virgil finds himself talking about it the next day with Patton.

It just sort of happens.

“They set me up with their grandson.”

“Oh Remy? You’ve met him?”

“Yeah…”

“Well? How’d it go?”

“Uh … I’m not sure? Like, I’m pretty sure we established it wasn’t really a date. But I think we might …”

“Might what?”

“Be … friends?”

“That’s nice, Virgil,” Patton says in a way that Virgil can tell he means it.

Virgil shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’m gonna tell his granddads though. Their gonna jump on me as soon as they see me. God old people love to gossip more than teenagers.”

“Just try to let them down easy, okay? They really adore Remy and just want him to be happy.”

It’s the first conversation Virgil has with him that doesn’t make him nervous.

The days go by and Virgil is starting to feel like he’s really settling in.

He still doesn’t understand why the patients like him so much.

Not until Patton finally sheds some insight.

It’s a busy enough day, and then Remus has one of his episodes.

He’s screaming and the other staff members who are more experienced with dealing with him are trying to settle him down.

Virgil hears the commotion from down the hall and comes running into the day room where all the patients gather and visit or watch tv.

“He gets like this sometimes,” Logan tells him. Roman sits silently beside him holding his hand, lips pressed in a thin white line and eyes not looking away from the chaotic scene.

Remus is throwing things at the nurses, yelling something about how the lights are trying to eat him.

“It’s best to stay back, Virgil,” Logan tells him.

Virgil doesn’t listen.

He goes and turns off the lights.

There’s still enough sunlight filtering in through the windows, enough to see. But everyone looks around.

Virgil pushes through the other staff.

He nudges Patton aside who had been attempting to console him.

Patton wants to pull him back. Remus is in a vulnerable state of mind right now and it could be bad for either of them.

But Virgil leans in and starts talking in a low voice to Remus.

And … it’s working.

Remus’s screams taper off.

He doesn’t look any less confused or scared. Just subdued.

“I want to go,” he says, eyes looking through everyone there. “Want to go back to my room now. Want to go back.”

“Okay, we can go, Remus. Let’s go,” Virgil says and guides him out.

It’s a slow process, but they make it to his room, Patton hovering close the entire way.

They give Remus a mild sedative to help him relax.

When Virgil walks out of the room, Roman is standing there.

He doesn’t say anything to Virgil, but he claps a hand on his shoulder.

There’s gratitude glistening in his eyes.

Roman goes into the room.

Virgil leaves for the break room. He’s definitely earned a break.

Plus his hands are kind of shaking, but shhhhh, don’t tell anyone.

After a long time, Patton comes into the room.

He sits at the table with Virgil.

“He’ll be fine,” Patton assures him.

“I didn’t say I was worried for him.”

Patton smiles and shakes his head.

“They all love you, you know?” he surprises Virgil by saying. “The patients. You do a lot of good by them.”

Virgil shrugs. “I don’t see why. I’m just me. Just doing my job. Nothing special.”

“You treat them like people.”

Patton leans closer over the table. Virgil doesn’t look away.

“You listen to them. And you talk to them, like they’re people. And for them, these people who have lost a lot of their independence and are often left forgotten here by even their own families—that’s worth a lot.”

Virgil doesn’t know if he believes all that.

But it’s a nice thought.

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

Just "friends" (Part 6/?)

Guys, I am sorry that the blog in general is pretty much inactive. Life kid if just happens now and my focus has to go to other things. I am still writing but just not as much as I was able to before. But here is part 6 finally.

All parts

It was just a regular tuesday, literally nothing special really. School was as annoying and as difficult as ever and you still haven't gotten any call backs from the job applications you did, but for whatever reason you couldn't stop smiling (well according to lisa anyway).

"Let me guess, your thinking of yoongi right now aren't you!" She teased as the two of you strolled to your art appreciation class.

"No!" You lied.

"Oh please he's all you ever talk about anymore!" She scoffed. "Hey! That reminds me, you never gave me all the details about the date you guys had!"

"Yeah i did."

"Nu uh. All you said was that you went to a movie and ate pizza"

"Cuz that was basically it. Like i said, we went to the movies, then ate pizza at his place." You said "nonchalantly".

"Gurl, i thought we were besties why are you holding out on me!" She whined. "You don't expect me to believe that's all you did. C'mon tell me, he a good kisser?" She added jokingly. 

You could feel your face burn. "I wouldn't know." You mumbled.

"What?!?" She squealed. "Y/n you can't be serious! How times have you guys met up and he hasn't even kissed you yet!"

"Ya! It's not a big deal alright. Aren't officially dating anyway." You said despite the fact that it did feel like it was a big deal.

"I take back what I said then. I feel like if he actually likes you, he would have kissed you by now."

You felt a pain in your chest. Lisa had a point. "...well he said he liked me the other night." You said softly. "Maybe yoongi didn't really mean what he said on the "date"." You frowned.

Lisa froze. "WHEN DID HE SAY HE LIKED YOU!" lisa gasped, grabbing you by the shoulders and rattling you a bit. "Y/N THESE ARE THE DETAILS I AM BEGGING YOU FOR."

"At the end of the date!" You answered only after she stopped shaking you. 

"And what did you say?!?"

"That i liked him back. But that's it. No kiss or anything just a hug bye when i got into the taxi he called for me."

"Ugh then I take back what I said. Maybe he is just like weirdly shy or something."

The both of you continued to walk in silence.

Even though lisa took back her original comment, the idea of yoongi not really liking you kind of stuck in your head.

When you think about it, he hasn't been texting you as much as before. And he isn't replying back as fast in the few times he actually replies. He said it was because he and that rap friend of his were busy recording, but that could easily be a lie.

"Um dude… what color was yoongi's hair again?"

"Blue. Why?"

"Is that him over there?" Lisa pointed off into the distance.

From her vague gesture your eyes scanned the busy ground of your campus. The guy in the subject though was easy to spot. That signature bushel of neon blue hair popped out at you and it was in fact yoongi. 

"What the fuck is he doing here?!?"you gasped and you saw him talking to this much taller guy with platinum color hair. 

"How could I know? Why don't you go talk to him and find out."

"Heck no!"

"Why not?" Lisa asked genuinely confused.

You shrugged. "Because… what if he really doesn't like me… like, if he actually liked me wouldn't he had texted he would be here and want to meet me?" So maybe you were quick to be so dramatic, but you couldn't help it. Having had the one person you trusted the most stab you in the back, maybe you were stupid to trust anyone else with your feelings.

"We won't find out unless you go and ask." Lisa brought up again.

"Why bother? Besides we are going to be late for class."

Before you could even head to the direction of class, lisa had already grabbed ahold of you by your backpack. " oh c'mon this is more interesting. What's more important, finding out why yoongi is here and quite possibly getting a better grasp on your relationship status or knowing old paintings?"

In usual lisa fashion, she didn't wait for an answer. She proceeded to "guide" you towards yoongi and the dude he was talking to.

"Lisa, c'mon please. I don't want to talk to him." You whined. " he clearly doesn't want to talk to me, so why bother him?" The last thing you wanted was another out-in-the-open rejection.

"Oh don't say that!"lisa was always the positive one. "That's probably his music friend or whatever. Besides his friend looks cute from over here, maybe I can have a shot at him!" Lisa laughed as you two were getting closer and closer.

Your nerves intensified the closer you got. It reached a point where you planted your feet and stopped moving. "Lisa I'm serious, I don't want to talk to him right now."

Lisa looked down at you with a stern frown for a long moment. She was completely silent up until- "Yoongi! Yoongi over here!" She shouted.

Immediately you looked back in the direction of the two boys only to see yoongi and his friend staring back in your general direction.

"Yoong-" your hand slapped over lisa mouth and you dragged her behind the conveniently placed tree that was beside you both. 

"Lisa what are you thinking?!?" You hissed.

"What?" She whined "innocently". "There isn't anything wrong with talking to yoongi. I just want to see how he interacts with you, that way I can advise you to put up with him or not." She justified. "Now, if you excuse me." She said pushing you away and stepped from behind the tree. "Oh yoongi!!!!"

You emerged from behind the tree in attempts to grab lisa and run, but your plans to do so were a fail.

By now, Yoongi and his friend had brought themselves to the two of you. Instead of being greeted by his usual smile, yoongi stared at you with a look of confusion and so did his taller-up-close friend by his side.

"Um… hi." Yoongi said looking between you and lisa.

"Hi!" Lisa smiled. "Nice to finally meet ya!" She stuck her arm out to yoongi for a hand shake and then moved on to yoongi's friend.

"Safe to assume this is the famous lisa you talk about?" Yoongi asked you.

"Yup." You said with a heat filled face.

"Hope we didn't interrupt you guys." Lisa said. "Y/n here just really wanted to say hi."

"Oh did she?" Yoongi smirked.

"Oh so this is your girlfriend!" The tall guy asked, causing yoongi's face to turn a pale shade of pink. "What's up? I'm Namjoon." He stated offering a handshake to you then Lisa.

"Girlfriend?" Lisa murmured to herself with a smile. "Would you look at the time! I'm gonna be late to class. Y/n, I'll just let you talk to your boyfriend and I'll save you a spot. Bye guys!"

"So, uh, y/n, this is namjoon, the one hoseok and I are making music with." Yoongi said to continue with the awkward encounter as smoothly as possible.

The three of you stood under the shade of the tree talking a bit more in depth about the music trio yoongi has been so vague about. It turns out, the reason yoongi was on campus was to brainstorm some lyrics in the library study room. Being in yoongi's place or namjoon"s dorm is too distracting for them to get work done. And it turns out yoongi is a bit superstitious and has kept the group vague as possible to try and not jinx their future. 

Namjoon however was the opposite. He was so confident in the three of them being able to sign to a company. He brought up how well their song writing process has been going lately and even offered to let you hear their latest song.

"No, not yet!" Yoongi objected. 

"Oh c'mon, she'll love!"namjoon protested.

"It's not done yet, I can always show her when we finish it."

"Aww yoongi c'mon i don't care if it isn't finished yet." You said.

"Nope" his tone was a lot sweeter directed at you. "Gotta wait."

"Well whatever, I got class starting so see you guys later." Namjoon said waving bye before running off.

"...So... I'm your girlfriend huh? When did this happen?" You teased.

"Well… bout a week ago. Hoseok brought you up and I just felt it would get them off my back faster if i just said if you were my girlfriend." He shrugged. "I hope that's okay?" He asked as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair.

Before you could answer, and arm threw itself over your shoulder. "Is he bothering you y/n?" An all too familiar voice asked.

Yoongi's face fell as his eyes landed on the tall boy by your side.

Just like back in the day, Taehyung was by your side at the mere presence of Min Yoongi.

However, unlike the good old days, it was now taehyung that put you in a sour mood. You merely shrugged his arm off and stepped away from him.

"Well if it isn't coconut head!" Yoongi smiled with fake enthusiasm. "It's been a while. You've gotten taller." He said, now having to look up at Taehyung. "I guess I should start calling you palm tree." He laughed.

These were not words Taehyung was willing to put up with. He went straight to the point and demanded for Yoongi so walk off and leave you alone. Thus causing yoongi to get feisty.

Just witnessing the interaction was like being in high school all over again. You stood "helplessly" on the sidelines while Yoongi and Taehyung went back and forth throwing hurtful remarks at one another.

"Taehyung!" Calling him by his real name was so weird. The word was so foreign to you. For years it was only ever "Tae" or "Taetae" even when you guys used to have fights. "Just leave him alone."

"Yeah palm tree! Fuck off!" Yoongi hissed. He did his best to hold himself back from yelling those words like he wanted. Considering he was on university grounds and not even a student he didn't want to make much of a scene.

"I'm not going anywhere until you leave y/n alone!"

"Oh, you want me to leave her alone?" Yoongi smirked. "I thought it was you that she hated now?" He threw back at him.

Taehyung arched his eyebrows at him. "Shut the fuck up! What would you know?" Was his response to call out on what he felt was Yoongi's bluff.

Yoongi's chest rose as a wave of confidence came to him. His eyes glared up at Taehyung and he continued to hold the devilish smirk on his face. "She's my girlfriend so i basically know everything."

"That's bullshit! Y/n hates you. Just leave her alone already."

"Oh really? Don't believe me? Just ask her yourself!"

Taehyung's eyes turned from Yoongi to yours, a look of desperation and shock. You could tell that he didn't want Yoongi's words to be true, but you couldn't figure out why. He was the one that turned you down, after all. In that moment, you knew that you had to somehow prove to Taehyung that you and Yoongi were together, and a few seconds later, you knew what you had to do. 

You didn't speak a word. All you did was step up to yoongi, pull him towards you and place a kiss on his lips.

Taehyung stood there shookth. It was understandable considering that the reason the friendship started was due to yoongi being a complete asshole to you. The look on his face was priceless.

"He's my boyfriend so leave him alone." You said blankly.

"Y/n you can't be fucking serious?" Was all taehyung could get out.

You ignored him. The kiss should have been proof enough. 

You turned to yoongi. He looked pleased to say the least. "Wanna walk me to class?"

"Sure. Bye palm tree." He smirked giving taehyung the finger before walking off with you.

-Admin Boat

[hiddendreamer67]

Tiny Mer!Sanders Angst pt. 3

Part 3 to a story based on @secretglittersauce‘s tiny mer!sides angst prompt.

Check my reblog for links to the previous parts and the original post.

Patton was the next to go.

Logan did everything he could, rattling his cage about and tossing debris to try and cause a ruckus. Of course, at the end of the day, there was nothing Logan really could do. He had to watch as Patton was scooped up into that abominable plastic bag, thrashing and screaming all the way. Logan winced in sympathy, remembering how disorienting the travel had been when he himself was taken.

Patton still seemed to think he could communicate with the humans. Logan had a different hypothesis: the humans were simply unwilling to listen. They were deaf to his little brother’s pleas as the light blue young mer pounded on the plastic interior.

“He’s not usually like this.” Remy, their human captor, explained to the one trying to take Logan’s brother away. “I’m sure he’ll calm down in a day or two.”

“No, just put him back, you incompetent bipedal!” Logan shouted angrily through the glass. Despite the fact the humans couldn’t understand him, Logan found this activity quite therapeutic. It was difficult enough for Logan to escape humans the first time; Logan could only hope that Patton would be smart enough to do the same.

As Logan continued to scream at the man carrying Patton out the door, a human face suddenly blocked his view. Logan swam back slightly, for a moment overwhelmed.

“Aww, look at you.” The man grinned. “Magenta will just love you.”

“...oh, not again.” Logan groaned, realizing what had happened. He gave Remy a good bit of trouble, but soon Logan found himself in a plastic bag as well. He looked out at his brothers. Roman seemed almost offended that he kept being overlooked, but Logan would consider that a privilege.

Logan didn’t even try to watch where the human was taking him. It was too disorienting watching the world whirl by behind plastic walls. After all, it didn’t matter anyways. Logan couldn’t survive on land. The only way he’d return is if a human brought him back.

“EEEE!” A new human’s shriek made Logan wince, his stomach jolting as the bag was shaken back and forth. “You really got me a mermaid, Peter?” 

“Merman.” Logan corrected, rolling his eyes as the humans showed their mutual affection by pressing their lips together.

“Anything for you, babe.” The human, Peter, moved Logan into a tank that had been set up, pouring Logan in with the stale water. Immediately Logan shivered, noticing the temperature was freezing. As Logan attempted to take in water through his gills, he noticed that the salt content was nowhere near adequate for his species.

“Oh, look it, it’s like he’s nervous.” Magenta’s face appeared distorted through the glass, smiling down at Logan. A device was held in front of her, and Logan winced when a bright flash of light temporarily blinded him.

“I am going to die at the hand of imbeciles.” Logan muttered, swimming back and forth to try and at least generate some heat. Logan would have to break out of here soon, or else the lack of saltwater would be his demise. Already the merman felt his systems weakening, affected by the low saline levels.

Logan began to dig up the artificial gravel adorning the bottom of his cage, shoving it all to the side. Everything about this enclosure was fake. It was as if the humans knew nothing of basic oceanographic ecosystems.

“Wait, what’s it doing?” Logan ignored the humans’ curious stares, continuing to dismantle the plastic decorations. The fabricated kelp was uprooted and the tiny castle painted an abhorrent shade of purple was pushed over.

“Babe, he’s ruining it!” Magenta whined as Logan began to toss some of the gravel up and out of the tank, glaring at her as he did so. She put her phone down next to the tank, using both hands to shovel the gravel back inside. Her hands plunged into the water, rearranging the scene.

Logan dodged her arms, swimming around to glance at the phone on the table. Perfect. He smirked, pressing himself against the back wall to get the maximum amount of force. With a sudden burst of energy, Logan dashed across the length of the cage and flipped around, using his tail to whip the wave created by his movements over the tank wall.

“BABE!” Magenta’s screech was deafening as the wave soaked the device, causing it to sputter and die with a slight spark. Logan chittered irritably, fingers rubbing at his ears so they didn’t ring so much, but he was pleased that his task was so successful.

This human’s temper tantrum was even greater than the first human who had purchased Logan. She just kept screaming and screaming at her companion. It was hard for Logan to understand everything that was going on above his head, but soon Logan was being scooped back into the plastic bag. One whirlwind of a trip later and Logan was once again set before Remy.

“Wow, that was fast.” The clerk commented, lowering his sunglasses to peer over the edges at the merman.

“I...need a refund.” Peter muttered, hands shoved into his pockets. “And a goldfish instead.”

“Goldfish it is.” Remy picked up the plastic bag with Logan inside, frowning slightly at how cold it felt. He returned Logan to his usual cage. Logan aimed a splash of water at Remy more out of habit as he entered the tank, but this time Remy knew to dodge.

“Fool me once, gurl.” Remy clicked his tongue, wagging his finger at Logan’s tank for a moment before going to assist Peter.

Logan gave a sigh of relief, letting the blessed saltwater fill his gills. Though this container was just as artificial, at least it was a survivable prison. The merman sighed, realizing how low his standards had sunk. He missed the ocean.

The dark blue merman swam in a few leisurely laps around his tank, hating how often he was forced to turn in order to avoid running into a glass wall. Out in the great sea Logan could just pick a direction and swim for the rest of his life. After all, the water was so vast and his figure was so small. Logan had never found the ocean’s vastness daunting; rather, Logan was constantly driven forwards by the challenge of discovering all its many secrets.

Logan stopped his laps, glancing across the aisle at Virgil. The youngest was still hiding amongst his fake rocks. Logan sighed. There was still so much Logan had hoped to show Virgil of the world, and now it was appearing as though he would never be granted that chance.

The merman’s eyes glanced briefly over to Patton’s enclosure, but it was still empty. This was not necessarily a reason to worry, but Logan felt his tail twitch anxiously anyways. Patton had often been non-confrontational. Logan worried that Patton wouldn’t be able to annoy even a human if his life depended on it. Patton had always been more bubbly and carefree than the others. Did Patton even judge the severity of the situation? Only then did Logan remember Patton’s screams, and Logan winced in guilt for doubting his brother however fleetingly. Patton was certainly just as frightened as Logan at the prospect of the pod being separated.

Roman was harder to read. Though Roman fought often to escape, his efforts were less calculated. Logan feared that Roman would just wear himself out and end up trapped as though he were nothing more than a display for humans to admire. Logan shuddered at the thought. For once, Roman’s exuberant colors and fins would work against him. Though Logan always considered them flashy, he knew Roman was very proud of his scales. It would surely break his brother for his pride and joy to be his downfall.