“last night, it was bad.” from v
he knows it was. the feelings are always delayed, but the pain still resonates the exact same minutes after; anything she feels, he eventually feels. the seizures are no exception. things are getting worse: their time is growing closer to a cease, they still haven’t gotten anywhere close to finding a cure for him eating away at her brain, & as the days grow, so does johnny’s impatience. a rabid dog on a leash, it’s only a matter of time before he slips it over his head & takes control of their narrative. [his solution to their problem? a nice bullet to the forehead— he doesn’t want her body. if she doesn’t pull the trigger, he’ll inevitably do it.]
he walks into frame, sitting down across from her on the couch. feet kicked up, head leaned back, he cocks an eyebrow. ❛ tell me something i don’t know. had a raging headache after. ❜ snark lives on the tip of his tongue, his expression retreating to its usual stoic nature. conscious to conscious— he chooses to ask the question they’ve been avoiding.
❛ what are you going to do if we can’t figure this out? ❜ living inside her mind doesn’t mean he can read it. [she’s not nearly as predictable as him.] he’s not a psychic, nor is he a genie. he can’t magically cure her & she knows it, but maybe he can surely guide her in a useful direction. (come on, v. trust me a little here. let me off the leash for just a minute.) curiosity killed the cat, but thank fucking god cats have nine lives.
❛ come on, rogue can get a crew together & i know for a fact, she’d come with. we can hit arasaka head fucking on. why do you keep waiting? are you so depressed, you’re just waiting to rot? jesus fuckin’ christ, v. ❜
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG SENTENCE STARTERS.















