#vi. xenovair ‚ sierra xenovair.

[vredeir]

@xenovair​ ♡ !

❝     who   knows   what   will   happen   when   i’m   alone   with   my   grief.     ❞

[firebucks]

911 ,    WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY ?         INCIDENT LOG INVOLVING:       XENOVAIR AS SIERRA XENOVAIR.   DETAILS INCLUDE:      RANDOM DIALOGUE STARTER PROMPTS.      "  YOU WANT ME TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE?  "

words punctuate a strange,    clipped silence,    drawing a laughter to his lips that serves to diffuse tension,    breaths sucked in around that give - away the strain in the throats of everyone around.    there’s something of sunlight that glimmers in his bones,    ichor dipped and blooming,   holding a fire that hasn’t been quenched,   that still burns through him as if he contains the universe.     the call had slipped far beyond crabbiness,    hours folding in to one another as the building manager picked fault with everything done,   every choice made as if a fire burning was his expertise and not theirs.    buck’s taken the brunt of it,    watched bobby’s warning gazes and tried to swallow back the burning need to prove himself and not say anything ...    which may have made @xenovair​ his mouthpiece. 

"  —  and give bobby that much paperwork?  "       he’s been working on impulse control.   fingers play with the straps on the harness still strapped to him,   trying to keep finding the light from a moment before,    not get locked in his own head wondering if there was something else he could have done.      "   come on, sooner we get cleared the sooner he becomes someone else’s issue.  "

[firebucks]

911 ,    WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY ?         INCIDENT LOG INVOLVING:       XENOVAIR AS SIERRA XENOVAIR.   DETAILS INCLUDE:      FACT TIME WITH MR BUCKLEY.

    "  —

             there was a new orleans hotel that once offered a fifteen thousand dollar stay to the people who stole the most outrageous thing from them. "       maybe they should take a holiday,    it’d be nice to spend time with @xenovair​. 

[firebucks]

911 ,    WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY ?        INCIDENT LOG INVOLVING:      XENOVAIR AS SIERRA XENOVAIR.    DETAILS INCLUDE:  RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS.      "  AREN’T WE IN A GOOD MOOD TODAY?  “

there are people made of warmth,    a golden hope that spans every inch of their body,    and he has always been able to find the sun,    hunts it out with the same ferocity felt by icarus;     he was always meant for falling.    there is flying before every fall though,   and he takes to the skies as if he was always meant to be there,    never knowing when it is too much,   when that warmth will begin to burn him whole.    he smiles on a monday and hopes it will see him through to thursday,    hopes they will have one of those weeks where they get to be the saviours,    hopes until his lungs inflate like balloons as if he is unafraid of the many ways they can catch and pop.    easy comes the smiles,    levelled out towards @xenovair​ as he approaches with palms open,    blues catching the fluorescence of the stations lighting.

"   maybe it’s a good day for a good mood.   "       god,    but he wears his light well,   all golden - skin and summer shades and there’s something like a plea within the gaze,    a way he asks no one to come in too heavy - handed and take this warmth from him.    it’s not easy to need the summer when the world has filled with winters and not been kind.        "   or maybe,   i’m well rested after two days off and get to be here,    around all my favourite people,    doing my favourite thing.   "      one arm shrugs around her shoulders,    wrapping her up in his embrace and he leads her up and across to the stairways,    not waiting for a protest from her to fall.    he’s too high up to dream of falling now.        "   or bobby promised pancakes when i spoke to him this morning.   "