#fugitivefound

[worldloved-arc]

“i had six too many drinks last night.“

set yourself on fire sentence starters

accepting || @fugitivefound​

“Don’t even talk to me,” Devon groans, kneading her temples and keeping her eyes closed against the morning sunlight shining on the scene. Getting together for just a beer or two ended up an all-nighter, stopping at a convenience store for a 12-pack and taking it back to her motel room to reminisce their horribly childhoods, warm and hoppy and still fuzzy on her tongue. The only thing stopping her from barfing is that she can’t contaminate the crime scene. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘I brought you the biggest coffee I could possibly find’ I don’t wanna hear it.”

[familiaanteomnia]

@fugitivefound

Sly was in an troublemaking mood, thus how had ended up splattered with blood. Glamour rune being not entirely functional as tiredness from the use started kicking in. Propped against an building wiping an throwing knife on blood stained gray jeans. Had been an morally gray night but to be fair most the blood was- from the patrol partner who “accidently” died to an demon. One less shitty circle member in the world. Not minding the footsteps cause was human territory. So didn’t expect anybody who would notice them. Tucking the knife back away then stretching. When noticed- actually had been noticed. “So you can see me- damn you’re not human or- Oh an downworlder.” Grateful hadn’t taken off the hood that cast shadows and made facial features all but non existant. “Swear I’m not an serial killer this is just an accident with an blood delivery truck.”

[herflame-a]

@fugitivefound  sent:  💅  for  nail  painting

she  watches  his  movements  carefully,  not  because  she  doesn’t  trust  tim,  but  she’s  trying  to  learn.  nail  polish  was  among  the  many  things  that  she  had  learned  since  getting  out  of  ace,  and  something  she  had  mentioned  offhand  to  tim  at  one  point.  she  JD  never  expected  him  to  come  home  with  a  few  bottles  of  the  stuff  and  offer  to  do  her  nails  one  night.  but  it  still  made  her  smile.

“can  i  do  yours  next?”  she’s  not  trying  to  break  his  concentration,  but  she  has  to  ask  the  question.  “i  think  the  blue  would  look  nice.”  in  moments  like  these,  smiling  feels  so  easy.  it  reminds  her  that  things  are  supposed  to  be  a  little  more  like  this.  that  she  can  be  happy.

“you’re  good  at  this.”

[worldloved-arc]

“name me one thing that people do that doesn’t have some element of a clusterfuck.”

i can’t find the OG meme

always accepting all memes || @fugitivefound​

“There’s that thing,” Devon starts confidently, then stops when she doesn’t know the name of that thing. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she looks up at the ceiling while trying to recall what the hell she’s talking about. They’re a few drinks in at this point. “When a daycare takes all the babies on a walk in those huge wagons that seat, like, nine babies. Babies are strapped in, can’t get away, they might cry but it’s not a disaster getting them from point A to point B. Done it, nailed it, your turn or drink.”

[familiaanteomnia]

@fugitivefound​

Swinging by the station to say hi to her father; well plus secretly see if was any chatter about her nightly crime fighting. Or well the mysterious, faceless crime solving figure more specifically. Kicking back in the desk chair since the desk was unoccupied which meant he wasn’t at it. Quiet night. Really needed to get back to hitting the pavement about an drug dealing group she’d been handling. To get enough to leave an anonymous tip off about from an payphone. Registering the footsteps- not her father in fact an new face. “Must suck working night shift tonight.”

[herflame-a]

@fugitivefound​  sent:  [hold  hands]  your  muse  takes  my  muse’s  hand

could  he  tell  that  she  was  scared?  

it  was  something  embarrassing  for  rain.  sure,  she  was  younger  than  all  the  adults  in  the  room,  and  they  kept  telling  her  that  it  would  be  normal  for  her  to  be  scared  after  everything  that  she  had  been  through,  but  she  didn’t  want  them  to  know.  she  didn’t  like  feeling  scared,  but  there  were  so  many  new  faces,  so  many  new  things  to  do,  just  too  much.

she  glances  up  when  he  grabs  her  hand.  it’s  dangerous,  really.  people  at  ace  didn’t  touch  her  when  it  wasn’t  necessary,  after  years  of  learning  that  the  smallest  emotional  change  could  end  in  rain  being  hotter  than  a  stove.  hands  were  always  especially  dangerous.  she’s  looking  for  any  signs  of  pain,  because  despite  how  she  acts,  she  worries  about  tim.  (he’s  one  of  the  few  people  she  feels  bad  for  hurting).

[herflame-a]

@fugitivefound  said:  “  goddamnit!  don’t  you  ever  do  that  to  me  again!  i  was  terrified  something  had  happened  to  you!  ”

rain  looks  confused  by  his  words.  people  have  been  concerned  about  her  before,  but  it  was  always  a  different  kind  of  concern.  it  was  the  kind  of  concern  that  came  with  losing  something  you  owned,  like  your  phone,  or  an  important  assignment.  this  was  entirely  different.  the  way  he  looked  at  her,  the  way  that  he  spoke.  it  was…  honestly  just  a  little  bit  uncomfortable,  but  simply  because  she  couldn’t  quite  understand.  why  was  he  so  worried  about  her?

“i…  i’m  fine.”  she’d  just  left  the  room  to  go  find  something  to  eat.  the  station  was  a  boring  place  to  be,  and  while  she  wasn’t  usually  the  kind  to  not  do  what  she  was  told,  no  one  around  here  ever  stopped  her.  they  were  too  scared.  “sorry.”

[herflame-a]

@fugitivefound​  said:  “I’m  not  going  to  leave  you  behind.  If  need  be,  I’ll  carry  you.”

it  wasn’t  uncommon  for  rain  to  help  tim  out  sometimes.  she  wasn’t  the  type  to  sit  at  home,  and  there  was  no  way  he  could  say  no  to  her,  even  if  he  wanted  to.  usually,  she  was  actually  kind  of  helpful,  and  tended  to  be  smart  about  what  she  did  and  how  she  dealt  with  things.  this  time  around  she  had  been  stupid,  gotten  herself  hurt  along  the  way.  nothing  life  threatening,  but  there  was  no  way  she  was  walking  on  it  right  now.

“i’m  okay.  seriously.  go  catch  that  asshole.”  and  she  doesn’t  seem  like  she  would  mind  if  she  was  left  behind.  she’s  more  pissed  that  she  can’t  go  do  it  herself,  honestly.  “i  mean  it.”