#fabian todd

[ofsurviiving]

* closed starter for @likehcpe / “i mean, this bad luck cannot last forever.”

“it’s real bold of you to assume that the universe can get tired of fucking our lives up,” she was JOKING. mostly. as much as a girl COULD joke about certain things. “bad things come in threes? more like bad things come in HUGE doses.” 

[ofsurviiving]

* @likehcpe / “you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.”

"profound, todd.” and just a tad bit macabre, considering their past - though sia preferred NOT to think about that. losing fabian... after all these years, the pain was still fresh. she could remember working alongside them, and how right that had been. she could remember hearing that they had died - no, been killed. she remembered the hope that they would return, the crushing disappointment, when they didn’t, how sick she had made herself from crying so much, and how on the day of their funeral, she had broken down just outside of wayne manor and been unable to make it to the car. all her hopes and prayers had been for nothing. they had been GONE. and then they had come back - that joy was another memory that would stay with her for life, but it would always carry the shadow of the before. so no; sienna didn’t think of it. and she CERTAINLY didn’t talk about it. “they teach you that at the academy? it is the sort of intelligence level i’d expect from the american police force.” she was only teasing - really.