#devoidache

[thclcstgirl]

devoidache

  Guys I’m so torn because on the one hand Fox could...

listen she can work at the same club as thursday

LISTEN. Don’t play with me because I’ll do it. Diner waitress by day night club waitress by night IT WOULD HONESTLY FIT HER SO MUCH BETTER THAN SUCCEEDING IN LIFE 

[thclcstgirl]

@devoidache​ why as I’m replying to this starter is all I can picture 

[thclcstgirl]

@devoidache​ sent: “i got you. you’re safe now.”

She was panting, her hands gripping his arms twice as tight as his own were wrapped around hers, hands shaking as fingers clutched at his jacket sleeve. Her head turned back toward the alley, but there was nothing there, no shadow-drenched figures, no silhouettes of threat, no almost-silent crunch of boots on gravel. “They- there were guys there, I swear, ‘Day, please you have to believe me-” She turned back to him, the high ponytail she’d worn for her shift swinging into her face as she turned back to him, fear still etched across her expression and in her eyes. “They got on the bus after me I didn’t even think about it but they got off at my stop and I recognized them from the club tonight.” She hadn’t sped up, hadn’t ran- prey instinct was her main instinct and she knew running inspired a chase.

Instead she’d text Thursday, a desperate ‘please come down and meet me at the street’ text, in hopes that she could get to his apartment before anything uncomfortable or downright dangerous happened. She had mace- she wasn’t stupid walking home in the dark- but there was a sharp tang of fear that it wouldn’t have been enough, not against more than one person.

He’d met her though, there were no shadows lurking behind her and his deep, reassuring voice told her she was safe. Her fingers still shook around the fabric of his sleeve, but her breathing had calmed somewhat and she laid her forehead against his shoulder long enough to take a deep breath before letting go of him and straightening her spine, unable to help the glance backwards. “Can I hang out for a little while?” She asked softly.

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‘  THURSDAAAAAAAAY!  ’   years  of  training  in  the  dramatic  arts  have  prepared  her  for  the  moment  she  decides  she  needs  to  fully  project  her  voice  in  the  very  small,  thin-walled  apartment  she  shares  with  her  equally  loud  roommate.  it  doesn’t  matter  that  it’s  late  in  the  evening  or  that  he  could  hear  her  at  normal  volume  under  any  circumstance.   ‘  THURSDAAAAAAY!   ’   she  turns  the  corner,  is  walking  up  to  his  door,  fist  about  to  knock  against  the  wood  when  it  flings  open.  she  can’t  see  much  because  it’s  dark,  but  she  can  imagine  he  looks  about  as  excited  to  see  her  as  she  is  that  the  power’s  out.  again.   ‘  hey.  so,  dinner’s  gonna  be  delayed—unless  you  give  me  your  phone  so  I  can  order  pizza.  or  chinese.  I’m  not  picky.  ’

`  *     @devoidache​   wanted  a  starter.

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