#behindthemidnightsun

[historicallieaccurate]

"Yo, what's up?" Delia called with a wave. "How're you doing?" She smiled, one part sympathy, two parts mischief. "A little better than last time, I hope?" [behindthemidnightsun]

Allie smiled at the woman who looked exactly like Millie and nodded. She waited until they were closer to reply, wheeling her suitcase of belongings behind her.

The last time Millie had seen her, she had just had her leg torn up by a dog, and had to be carried away. After a long recovery at home with Puck, Allie was at least finally back on her feet.

“Yes, my husband has taken very good care of me.” She turned over her shoulder to find him, but he had disappeared, and she could sense him some ways back, near enough to call out if he needed her, she assured herself.

@behindthemidnightsun

[misfit-magic]

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The organ music chime over the door of Desecrated Grounds alerted Lee to a new customer. She didn't bother to look up from her cleaning the counter when she asked, "What do you want?" in her least customer service-y voice possible.

[the-forgotten-stars]

Sleepover

Penny got on the bus to Desert Pines after work armed with an over-stuffed bag and the reassurance that, yes, Iliana still wanted her to come over to watch Pokémon that night. She checked the messages once more on the ride there, just to be really certain, and the address and directions Iliana had given her twice more in case she missed something the first dozen times she had read it.

Finally, at the door to the apartment she was suddenly second-guessing, Penny hesitated. It wasn't too late to just go home, forget the whole thing. But the thought of having to explain herself to Iliana made her even more anxious, so with that logic in mind, Penny knocked on the door.

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[anewsheriffintown-a]

@behindthemidnightsun [cont] :

Delia’s expression brightened at the mention of art, though she was still feeling somewhat wary and her smile was guarded. “That’s good. I’m glad to hear it. I’m, uh, going to be getting back into music soon, myself. Almost have enough saved up to replace my old steelpan.”

She hesitated, then glanced back into the coffeeshop. It wasn’t terribly crowded at this time of the afternoon, and she didn’t really have anywhere to be. “Did you want to like, talk or something? I was just on my way out, but I could hang around a while longer.”

            Sheriff Sam didn’t miss the way she reacted to the mention of art, which made them privately hopeful that this at least wasn’t going to end badly. Besides that, they couldn’t help but to wonder if maybe she’d missed their art.

             They smiled, too, a little reserved. This was the best they could have hoped for.

             ❝That sounds good, if we could, yes,❞ they answered, ❝I’d like that very much. And I’m glad that you’ll be pursuing your music again, too.❞

[dhampyrtseth]

[txt*Dee] Hey Akhkharu, you still down for hitting up this bar int he Bluffs tomorrow night?

[txt] yeah

[txt] hey uhhh how do you feel about LGTB+ things?

[paintinthebluffs]

"Okay, I don't know who the hell you are or what you think you're doing behind that counter, but I'd be willing to forgive you if you can sell me something loud and Mersennic." -[Delia, behindthemidnightsun]

Phoebe raised a brow, but otherwise kept a straight face. "I think I need a little more to work with—are we talking something universally harmonic, or is this what folks are calling 'acoustic' lately?"

[dark-owl-lucy]

"Records," Delia said emphatically, leaning with her hands on the counter. There was a delighted, untamed glint in her eye that Lucy had seen many a time before, though not once in recent months. "But tortillas. You can listen to your favorite song and then /eat/ it. This changed /everything/."

[x]

for a moment Lucy only blinked.

“Is this a proposal,” she asked, “or something from elsewhere?”

[the-forgotten-stars]

“Do you believe in love?” [Iliana, behindthemidnightsun]

🍻drunken confession starters🍻 @behindthemidnightsun

Penny let out a long hum as she mulled over the question. It took her a minute, not surprising considering how much they’d been drinking, and she still wasn’t very confident in her answer.

“I dunno. I guess,” she decided with a shrug. “Hard to believe in something you’ve never seen though, you know?”