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hi, i’m a disabled, autistic trans man waiting for a disability benefits appointment after being thrown off PIP earlier this year, due “anytime before the end of the year”, with no more communication than that since i applied in april.
i’m desperately struggling to cover the monthly costs. while my rent is covered, my utilities and food come up to nearly £400 that i simply don’t have, and don’t know when i will. the government is supposed to be handing out cost of living support, but the date of the next one hasn’t even been confirmed yet, leaving me very strapped and scared for survival right now
i know a lot of people have it tight right now, even if there’s nothing you can spare, i’d be ever so thankful of a reblog
she’s almost grateful for the surprise usage of slang, for it distracts from the increased flush across her cheeks. she reacts with a snort and covers her mouth and nose to keep from doing anything more. “you’re not wrong– though i’m hardly one of the kids these days myself.”
from her spot, she cannot see as much as the god, but she can see some child being guided away from her grandmother, bottom lip wibbling and eyes red. her gaze lingers, another sip from her mug. “glad she had that.” sheri murmurs before rising to her feet. “and her family around her. probably the best any of us can hope for.” a pause. “well, if that’s the sort of thing a person wants, anyway. i suppose there are all types.”
with conversation established between them, she allows herself the luxury of looking at thanatos more closely. he’s large, which is hardly surprising. she figures a god would be bigger than a human; they’re immortal and immense beings, it only made sense. his silvery hair, golden eyes the color of ichor, which are echoed in his wings– all absolutely unearthly. it’s more his presence, though, that she finds magnetizing. like he’s aware of his station, but he does not wield it like a weapon. it’s comforting, and she finds herself disarmed by this.
another sip turns into shotgunning the remaining tea. she sighs when she straightens. “… i don’t suppose i can offer you a cup of tea? call it a literal offering.” @thanatologies | x
SHE HASN’T SEEN SHERI IN SIX MONTHS. and, oh, it’s been a LONG six months. running off with the circus and leaving the sanctum behind had seemed like a good idea– so had getting herself romantically involved with a powerful immortal being. IT HAD ALL SO SPECTACULARLY BLOWN UP IN HER FACE, and now, well…
with her contract nearly up and percival breathing down her neck, she supposes that touching base with family is probably a good idea. which is why she finds herself sitting on sheri’s couch, anxiously rubbing her newly blackened hands together and hoping her older sister won’t judge her too harshly for her mistakes.
“…i just don’t know what t’ do, sher.” // @magicxecustos
STRANGE HAD COME TO HER NOT FIRST, but maybe second, when lee first disappeared from the sanctum. the teen witch had frequented her own place of business, but even sheri hadn’t heard HIDE nor HAIR from lee that day. and she had not heard from her any day since then, either.
until TODAY– sheri was closing up shop, getting ready to throw garbage into the dumpster in the alleyway when she saw her. to her credit, she dropped it the moment lee started stammering out apologies and grabbed the teenager into the tightest hug possible. now they’re sat in back, two cups of precisely brewed tea between them on the coffee table, while lee fills her in on everything.
she takes a deep breath and leans back into the couch. “well. now you don’t have to do it ALONE.”
her stomach is fucking flipping, it’s like looking in a mirror except the mirror is blonde and there’s necromantic magic involved. sheri reaches out and grasps lee’s darkly stained hands, warmth seeping into the cold. “we’re going to figure this out, ok? together. it’s not going to be EASY– i’m not gonna lie to you. but it’s definitely not going to be smooth-sailing.”
“FIRST things first, i need as many details as you’ve got.”
he offers up a noncommittal hum. “yes. most unfortunate.” luminescent pink and purple butterfly dances across his lithe fingers before spreading her lovely wings and flitting away into his mother’s night sky. “time and death wait for no one, though. i can only hope she finds her answers wherever she ends up.”
thanatos regards the young woman in the fire escape above him now. little sheri grayson has sprouted into a young woman. gone are the smooth features of adolescence she sported in the hospital room when he took her mother up in his arms all those years ago. he props his scythe against the ground, folds his arms, and leans into the blade, its sharp edges doing nothing to puncture his skin. “you’ve grown since i last saw you.”
it’s not hard to find death, if you know where and how to look. most regular mortals don’t have the sight to see them, but they can train themselves. others, like sheri, are born with an arcane sense of vision allowing them to see beyond the veil and thus can see more of the world beyond the human scope. either way, once you see them, you start noticing them or any of their numerous peers more often. people are dying all the time, after all.
this isn’t the first time she’s seen thanatos before. not that she knew who they were at the time. she was a teenager, at her mom’s bedside in the hospital. her mother drew her last breath and sheri looked up, and saw a robed entity take her away. lane thought she was just staring at the ceiling, trying not to cry, cause all he saw was stained ceiling tiles above them. but she saw him.
and of course here he was all these years later, same as ever. she’s seen him around before, from afar, but this is the closest she’s been to him since he brought her mother to the next life. she really hoped her poor neighbor (a lonely, middle-aged widow with a failing heart) had a longer life ahead of her. death had other plans, it would seem. sheri twitches, the barest trace of amusement crossing her face. “an accomplishment on my part, frankly.” she replies, taking a sip from her mug. “had a lot of days when i was younger when i thought i might end up seeing you waiting for me.” @thanatologies
send in “ i only have eyes for you. “ for five times where the sender was caught staring in admiration/affection at the receiver, by the receiver. ( scenarios can vary! examples include: the receiver delivering a fierce passionate speech to encourage people to do something, the receiver walking into a room while dressed glamorously, the receiver walking into a room while dressed NOT glamorously, literally ANYTHING! )
frost creeps at the edges of the window just behind her. the cold sets into her bones as she sits on the fire escape, looking out over the city she has called home all her life. she holds a mug of tea close to her chest, watching as the first snow of the season begins to fall from the night sky. funny how a place becomes a part of you, after a point.
funny how a person is capable of that, too.
the window slots open further and she’s joined by matt, freshly cleaned and patched up after a night of righteous bloodletting. he sits beside her, legs knocking together as they hang off the fire escape. sheri watches as he grabs the mug of coffee she left out for him on the sill, taking a generous sip for warmth. she combs fingers through his hair, watching the white breath seep from his lips as he chuckles. her heart throbs a little harder as she admires the dimples around his smile, the crinkling of crow’s feet around his sightless eyes, the feeling of his skin under her fingertips as they dance along his jaw.
“you know, i love you, boy,” she utters devotedly, “in every single way… i have built a future in my mind with you. doesn’t matter what we’re doing– i just know it’s always me and you.” a pause, heart now skipping. “does that scare you?”
“What the fuck.” Sherry is a wizard. A witch, perhaps! “Yeah. I hate sweet pickles. I don’t get the point. If they’re not sour. Then. Like?”
Pride radiates from her as she tosses her hair back. “Thank you, I’ll be here all week.” A chuckle. “I don’t know that I’ve ever had sweet pickles? Maybe sweet and sour, but at least those make sense, you know? Still get that kinda… pucker from the vinegar.”
❛ think you could do a girl a favor and grab her some herbs? ❜ zatanna made sure to put on her brightest smile, adding in the extra effort of batting her lashes. it’s not like she had to ― she knew sheri would get them for her. @magicxecustos·.
“ could i? does a raven have wings? “ her familiar in the corner sqwaked in response, fluffing up black-blue feathers before proceeding to groom herself. sheri chuckled and hiked up a couple steps on the ladder, looking over the inventory. “ anything specific you need or am i putting together a restock box for ya? “
