“ absinthe makes the heart grow fonder or maybe that’s the smiths? who knows —- trying not to questions the haze. ”
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“ absinthe makes the heart grow fonder or maybe that’s the smiths? who knows —- trying not to questions the haze. ”
afreakwithaknifecollection:
@reprievestarters Jo had been raised to expect the unexpected in life. Monsters were real, it was real fun to take ‘em out, and always make sure you check under your bed, in your shower and in your closet before you hit the pillow that night. However, nothing had quite prepared her to become Alice in Wonderland and find herself sucked out of her reality and promptly plopped into this one. She spent a few days feeling relatively frazzled, but once she got the lay of the land, she took it in stride. After all, that was what Harvelles did…even if it did suck not knowing where you were, what was happening, and not seeing a single familiar face whatsoever. She stayed on alert, a few knives on her person and her pistol tucked into the back of her jeans, and took a step back to observe rather than try to interact right away. However, there was one familiarity she could find comfort in no matter where she went, and here was no exception: cheap beer and crappy bar food. Cheese fries were usually her devil of choice, and by damn they were good. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after taking a drink from her glass, she felt eyes on her from the side, and she glanced over at the other beside her. “If you buy me another plate of fries, I’ll even let you stare up close.”
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it’s the S U F F O C A T I N G haze: the roar of thunder in a storm except it’s no longer a roar and he can’t hear it —- the whisper that is ( there are a million ways to feel like the puzzle wasn’t slotting together and yet this seemed like a piece that didn’t want to be seen ). so he’s distracted, there’s something about the coffee in reprieve; the taste, the smell. it makes him wonder why anyone would want to be anywhere else and without knowing it, that might just be the BIGGEST problem. “ sure, ” he speaks absently, tries to make his features appear far more present and yet his attention is captured by something different about her and he’s not EXACTLY shy regarding questioning something that doesn’t make sense. “ you been in reprieve long? ” he lets a laugh emit, some attempt to alleviate the atmosphere to something a little more light. “ not that you have to answer that —- stranger danger and all that. ”
( alex fitzalan, 21, he/him ) welcome to san francisco, SPENCER LOUGHTY. rumor has it they are a REAPER, from SUPERNATURAL, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ECHO district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine DANCING IN EMPTY STREETS, SCUFFED DOC MARTENS & THE SMELL OF CIGARETTE SMOKE.
𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧 as harry bingham on the society .