#fiver:starter

[loomingdread]

"You ever notice how the air gets heavy before something shifts?" Fiver sat rigid on a park bench, it was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to get low in the sky. "It's too quiet here today. Like…Like everything is holding its breath." He put his hands together, fumbling his fingers over one another as if he was trying desperately to find a source of warmth. "I don't know why I'm saying this," he admitted, "But you might wanna watch your step today."

@thefinalgxrl

[loomingdread]

"You ever get that itch…Like something's creeping up you can't see?" Fiver fidgeted with the frayed cuff of his jacket, eyes darting to the shadows past the nearest streetlamp. He'd been stood at the bus stop long enough that he really should have gotten the message that the bus wasn't coming anytime soon. "I'd wait somewhere else if I were you. This spot's…wrong…tonight."

@fcdcdmcmories