prosodi: (DOCTORWHO spaceisinfinite)
prosodi ([personal profile] prosodi) wrote in [community profile] featherbed2013-06-22 10:49 pm
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OPEN RP.

Bits and bobs here



- place prompt/character desired here
- receive words
i_swear: (She may have forsaken some other like me)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-06 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She gets a flat stare for it. Lips all thin and shoulders squared. "Ellie--"

endureandsurvive: (too many little brown shoes)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-06 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Her hands pop up in a faux sort of surrender; she ducks her head very slightly. "Okay, okay. I'm going. Jeez." And then turns, clambering up the stairs to the second floor landing and out of sight.
i_swear: (Oh Lord if You hear me)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-06 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Never should've borrowed Tommy's clothes.

Once she's gone he kicks off his shoes. Spends a while brushing off his arms, the edges of his beard, the dry itch biting away at the top of his scalp. It's been a long day. The thought of settling down to put something on doesn't appeal as much as dragging his tired ass up to bed-- and he does, though he stops off at Ellie's room along the way. Lingers there to hear if she's still up and about or hunkered down under the covers.

Knocking just isn't his style.
endureandsurvive: (to keep me away from home)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-06 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucky then that the door isn't entirely closed anyway - old habits; she likes to give herself the room to peer through the crack, to hear anyone who might be coming up the stairs. A door can always be closed in a hurry, but opening one quietly is more of a challenge. There's a light on in the room, though she is in bed with the old blankets pulled up around her waist and a pillow stuffed behind her shoulders. Her chin is set low, a book propped open on her chest.

It's settled, as comfortable and quiet as she's likely to get.
i_swear: (The birds in the morning)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-07 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
He figures as much, but there's a short rap of his knuckles against the bedroom door before its nudged open enough for him to peer inside. The words 'it's past your bedtime' nearly slip out at the sight of the book settled just over the covers. He bites down on them to keep things civil.

They fussed at each other enough today already.

"I'm turnin' in for the night, kiddo."
endureandsurvive: (Default)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-07 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
The book flops forward, catching against her chin and covering her mouth. She's in bed; what more is he gonna ask of her? She doesn't doubt that he wants to say something - because when is Joel not itching to have an opinion -, but she lets is lay. It's a rare, unpicked battle.

"G'night Joel," she mumbles into the yellowed pages of the book.
i_swear: (Alone and forsaken by fate and by man)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-07 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
There's a lengthy moment of silence as his fingertips fiddle with the hem of his shirt. His lips thin out, he glances half towards the door, doubles back, sighs out a short, useless breath. It's a stupid notion, wanting something more than a half-assed resolution to their earlier argument. The whole thing's done and gone and buried and he ought to just shuffle over to bed.

"--You need to sleep."

endureandsurvive: (I've been tying your tongue in a knot)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-07 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
In response, Ellie props her book back up and trains her eyes on the page. She stubbornly reads the same sentence a few times. "And I'll get some. Don't worry about it." Not now, Joel. C'mon they were done with this.
i_swear: (The roses have faded)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-07 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he expected as much. Which is why he adds, as patiently as he can manage, " Alright, but I start my shift at six am, and it ain't my fault if you sleep right through it."
endureandsurvive: (oh I'm moving back)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-07 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't snap the stupid book shut, she tells herself, and does it anyway. "Shit, alright. Don't you leave without me." Because let's be real, like that would actually do much. She'd just find her way out to the perimeter without his lead.
i_swear: (The whippoorwills cry)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-07-09 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
And she'd get a swift kick in the rear for it, even if it means an additional heap of strain on their freshly bandaged relationship. So even if she'd rather do it herself (he knows she does) Joel scoots in a few feet farther to take her book up, set it over on the nightstand, and flick off the bedroom lamp.

"G'night Ellie."
endureandsurvive: (Default)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-07-09 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The fact that he comes to take her book makes her want to dig her heels (or fingers, technically) in, but she grudgingly lets the book slide from her hands and tries not to be too bothered by in. The bedroom light flicks off, but the light from outside the window with it's faded old curtains is still enough to mostly see by as she settles back into her propped up pillow and wills herself not to be irritable.

"Night Joel."