Time is Precious

"Autumn Lane. I know, it sounds like a stage name, doesn't it? " Do you ever look into a corner or a dark space, and think you see the tiniest hint of a shadow within the shadow? Be glad you can't see it more clearly. Its name is Death. (Original character. Multi-fandom blog) Tracking tag: bornoutofseason

[percxcet-deactivated20140708]

   ”This happens every time we hangout though. You’re either on your phone or ignoring me.” Lana sighed, stopping in her track to look back at her friend. “It’s just not fun anymore.” The girl shrugged lightly.

[bornoutofseason]

The truth was on the tip of Autumn's tongue, but she tried to hold it back. She feared that the truth wouldn't fix the situation much. But she didn't know what else to do. "Listen...I...I've been going to therapy for the past two months...and they put me on this anti-anxiety med...and some...some other stuff...and it makes me really groggy and out of. And...the phone...when I'm on it...I'm...I'm talking to my therapist, okay? I have a hard time walking into her office so she sets up phone sessions for me."

[feebsources-deactivated20180620]

"Wait— -really?" She wasn’t expecting that kind of hospitality. Beckett’s used to being disregarded, especially when  things get as desperate as they are now. "I— -don’t wanna cause trouble." But yes, she needs more food. She’s already blown through your leftovers in less than two minutes.

[bornoutofseason]

Autumn had run away from home when she was younger, had spent a good three months by herself before she was taken in. She knew hunger, the way it gnawed at your insides and depleted your ability to function. "How is it causing trouble if I've offered?" she asked softly. Pushing the menu over to the girl, she gave her a kind smile. "Order whatever you'd like, really."

[percxcet-deactivated20140708]

   ”Alright, well I’m going to go…    Obviously I’m not wanted here.”

[bornoutofseason]

"H-hey...where are you...nobody said that you weren't wanted," Autumn argued gently. "I'm just not...I'm not equipped for visitor's and I'm no good...at like...the whole socializing thing. But I'm trying...I...I am. You don't have to go."

[feebsources-deactivated20180620]

"Are you gonna— -eat that?" Be a doll and let her finish it, please. She’s not  eaten in about a week and she’s dying.

[bornoutofseason]

Autumn blinked and then pushed her plate over towards the girl. "No, I'm full...by all means." She had planned on asking for a box to take it home in, but truth be told, the girl probably wouldn't have eaten it anyway. "If that's...not enough or anything...I'd be happy to buy you something else. Do you want a glass of water, maybe?"

[eternalprivation-blog]

he pauses for a moment, allowing what she says to flow through him before he’s smiling & offering a small smile of his own. he likes what she’s saying, apparently, & it shows in how he turns to face her directly ; evidently interested. 

‘ No—! It’s a.. Perfect answer, come to think of it. I think I’d like to be something that could have a  variety of forms, too ; it must be much more entertaining that having the same vessel for how- ever long the duration of life might be. ’

[bornoutofseason]

She is a quiet, soft-natured girl, and her instinct is to be nervous during social interactions. There is strain and stress in worrying that you were saying the wrong thing, in trying to be herself and not herself at the same time. Instinct has her shyly looking down when his eyes are on her, fingers idly twisting in front of her.

Autumn wouldn't have been surprised if he'd scoffed, rolled his eyes, told her she sounded stupid. But he didn't, and the response gave her a bit of confidence. "Yeah, I mean...don't you ever dream about spending a day as someone else? Anything and everything becomes boring if you're around it long enough. Plus I'm just horribly indecisive and I tend to bounce between choices like a bee gathering pollen."

[bornoutofseason]

"No I'm fine...it's fine...I just, um, get headaches sometime. Let me just close my eyes for a minute and then I'll be okay."

[eternalprivation-blog]

❝if you could be anything — absolutely anything at all in this world, what would it be? animal ; career ; creature.. whatever you’d like to be—!! ❞

[bornoutofseason]

"I...I don't know if I could choose just one thing," she mused softly, running a hand through her hair. "If I had the choice...I think I'd like to be a shapeshifter of sorts and just explore all the animals and all the careers, see the world through every viewpoint possible. Is that too cheesy? That's probably absurdly cheesy, sorry, I suck at questions like these."

[ingeniousmisanthrope-blog]

"I woke you up at four in the morning, the least I could do is buy you a decent cup of coffee.” He chuckled. He took the paper from her hand and shoved it in his pocket. “I’ll give you a call once I’m out of the meeting. If I make it out.” He muttered the last part. 

[bornoutofseason]

She didn't counter with the fact that she'd already been awake. Insomnia was one of the many things that plagued the girl, and she tended to sleep in small staccato bursts. "Oh I'm sure you'll make it out," she said, a small smile on her face, because she was certain in a way he couldn't even begin to fathom. The end of his life loomed in the back of her mind with that abstract and pulsing quality to it. If his death might be as close as tomorrow, she would have seen things with a sharper sort of clarity. "And if you don't, well, I guess I'll have a rather sad day waiting for my phone to ring."

[onemusetorulethemall-deactivate]

"Well I never really thought that till now, so thank you for not making my job even harder."  he laughed, shaking his head as he held out his hand for the manuscript, not entirely sure why he wanted to do this for her but he did. "Yes really, and no it’s not that much of a bother I’ll be here regardless of if I fix your friends work or not. At least if I do it for them they’ll appreciate it. Now if you don’t mind." he looked at the manuscript and then his hand. "I would like to get started with in the next century if that’s okay."

[bornoutofseason]

"Oh...right...right...it would be helpful if I actually gave it to you, wouldn't it?" Autumn murmured, more in chastisement towards herself than as a posed question to the man. Curiosity rifled through her as she deposited the manuscript into his hand, her fingers brushing against his briefly. It was assumable that such a task would take time, and the brunette bit at her lower lip and looked around for a moment before soft words pushed past her lips again. "Should I...um...are you the "need to work alone" type, should I go and come back later?"

[poetxcriminalarchive]

Gunner took a glance at the spot on her car as she pointed it out, gnawing at his lip uneasily. “Okay..” he said, but it was merely a breath as he played with his sleeves. “Still, sorry,” he said quickly, licking at his lip, then swiping a finger over it. “Can I  buy you a coffee or something? Like, would that calm you down, make you feel sort of better?” He didn’t understand a lot about people, but he knew some liked coffee — maybe it was something that calmed them down as much as they were energized by it. “Or a smoothie, don’t most places sell smoothies when they sell coffee too?” 

[bornoutofseason]

"Oh, I don't really drink coffee." Though she knew most of the world lived off of caffeine, Autumn had always found that coffee made her strangely tired, and more prone to headaches. The beverage was thus avoided like the plague. "S-smoothies are delicious but you don't...you really don't have to do that." She managed to force her head up to look at him. There's nothing there, it's all in your head. The inky mass that her brain processed as clinging to the man's back, looking like a strangely pulsing shadowy backpack, was not real. And yet it was highly distracting, and she struggled not to stare at it. "But um...the coffee place smoothies aren't usually as good. There's an actual smoothie place down the street...lots of flavors...which is good cause I like weird flavors."

[thesupernaturals]

"Oh well, t-thank you. It’s just a bit of a t-temporary home f-for now, but it is p-pretty nice." Lucas says with a smile. He knew that he and the group wouldn’t be staying here too long, not with the scientists hot on their trail.

[bornoutofseason]

The man seemed nervous, as outwardly awkward as Autumn felt on the inside. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable, she'd already taken enough out of his day. But god it felt so blissful to not have her head aching, to be free of the pulsing shadows and the knowledge that filtered through her unwanted. Though now that she had settled, the girl began to wonder why exactly it was that this man was pulling a different reaction from her. "Temporary homes are nice," she whispered with a nod. "I move a lot myself."

[chicandfabulous]

[thesupernaturals]

"Nice to m-meet you as well." Lucas says quietly before taking a sip of his tea. "Oh and d-don’t be startled if another dude walks in. My r-room-mate has been visiting f-friends and is supposed to be back s-sometime today."

[bornoutofseason]

Autumn quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. She supposed this interaction alone was awkward enough, wouldn't do much damage to add a third party. "You...um...have a lovely home," she commented politely. A lovely home that she had entered and couldn't remember coming to, but an impressive residence nonetheless.

[kirkofenterprise]

"That’s so stupid! Why would they fire you over food? Not fair. Maybe spicy food equals bad vibes."

[bornoutofseason]

"Well, technically my position at the time was temporary. But it was going to be permanent...she just never liked me and that incident sealed the deal."

[thesupernaturals]

Lucas finished the tea and brought two cups from the kitchen, one for her and one for himself. He hands one to her and smiles before taking an awkward seat across from her. “So uh.. what’s your n-name? I’m L-Lucas.”

[bornoutofseason]

She accepted the tea, eyeing the man curiously, still confused as to why she didn't have a headache, why she wasn't seeing things. Instead, the girl felt strangely at peace. The cup was brought to her lips, both hands wrapped around the warmth. "Autumn, my name is Autumn. It's nice to meet you, Lucas."

[kirkofenterprise]

"I’m sorry. That was mean. Ignore me. I love you. Spicy food must do things to— was this what happened to the last person you brought here?"

[bornoutofseason]

"Um...sort of...the last person I took here was my boss, and she took a bite from off my plate even though I warned her...and well...three glasses of water and a lot of raw, angry sputtering later...I was unemployed."

[thesupernaturals]

"A-alright. I’ll be r-right back. Come in and have a s-seat." Lucas says before scurrying off into the small kitchen. He honestly had no idea what he was going to do with this stranger, he should have let her go when he had the chance.

[bornoutofseason]

Tentatively Autumn lowered herself to take a seat, nerves getting the better of her as she attempted to be casual. She didn't know this man, for all she knew he could be a serial killer. And yet she couldn't move, something she couldn't name kept her glued to the chair.