wetendtotheflame | at the feet of untamed things

Barnaby is restless. At first, he thought it was maybe boredom, just a moment of not being able to focus on anything, but no. He can feel an itch to do something, anything, that has him moving.

He'd tried playing music, which didn't really get him anywhere. It felt good for a few minutes, but then it only seemed to build up the restlessness even more. So he put down his violin and traded it for pacing the length of the livingroom with a book in hand.

It also doesn't really help, but doing two things at once makes things settle a tiny bit more. He needs to do something though, something that makes him move and keeps his attention.

Putting down the book, he digs up some of the rope they keep around, running his fingers over it before he starts to tie and untie it until he finds himself doing a series of ties on himself. It's at least posing enough of a challenge to keep him occupied, which is all he wanted.

The thought of going to get Jeremy had crossed his mind, as had going to go talk to Birch to see if they would be a good distraction, but this would do for now. He can pivot to something else when it stops working.

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Jeremy had been sleeping, or attempting to sleep. Sometimes keeping the world out of his head was more exhausting than others. Times like these he always made sure that Barnaby knew it was not his fault he was tired. It is, however, his restless thoughts that keep bringing Jeremy back to wakefulness.

Eventually he gives up on sleep and wanders out into the livingroom. "Hey, do you," he trails off as he takes in what his partner is up to. "I was going to ask if you wanted something from the kitchen, but I see you are a little tied up at the moment." This he says with an amused smile.

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