#inadage

[wilsonjacket]

@inadage : i didn't have anywhere else to go.

she was the last person dean expected to see that night — standing at the door of his hotel, pleading. was she going to try to steal his gun this time? maybe his car? he can already hear sam telling him to cut her a break in his head, and he lets out a soft sigh. “ fine. come on in. ” he moves aside, allowing her to enter the room. “ sammy went out to get dinner. want me to call him and tell him to get you something too? ”

[wilsonjacket]

@inadage : dude, seriously?

“ yeah, dude, seriously. ” the trunk of his car is held open with one hand, the other rummages. where were those damn ids? “ how else do you think they'll tell us about all these deaths? that they'll assume we're good guys and actually helpful and give us all the information? no. ” there they are. two fbi badges, belonging to john bonham and richie sambora, their new identities. “ come on. it'll be fun! ”

[enmourn]

AFTER SO MUCH CAREFUL PREPERATION, begging and half made promises, she had finally thought she would be able to get out of the castle undetected during the early hours of the morning. skipping out on all the rather boring parts that came with noble responsibility and instead learning something closely aligned to her personal interests. it had taken weeks to convince theon to teach her how to shoot a bow properly, under the strict condition that no one would find out about it. making it past the kitchen and through the great halls corridors, she could feel the brisk bite of the wind seeping through the front doors. before she could take any steps further its robbs voice emitting from behind her that causes her to freeze ' UH back to our quarters, to practice my embroidery with sansa. I was just stretching my legs. '

@inadage asked: where do you think you’re going ? / ROBB @ ARYA

[enmourn]

HE CAN FEEL THEIR CONFUSION, the way it aggressively churns his stomach and makes him feel ill. that same nauseating feeling he gets when scenes are changed last minute and he has no time to prepare for them. immediately he raises his hands in self defense, knowing that if Will needed even more confirmation that he was equally out of the loop it was there. ' NO ONE EVER TELLS ME ANYTHING, do you think if I was in on it I would keep you out? I have a hard enough time on my own keeping secrets to myself, adding in seven other peoples secrets makes it a little more difficult to manage. I tend to blur most things out. '

@inadage asked: did you know about this ? / WILL @ LITO

[codevanish]

nadia's words linger, spiralling deliciously in ear canals, before they dissolve into the self-crafted cellar of her rib cage —— (reader, this is where she stores the basis of her longevity) ... cannot keep it tucked tight near frontal lobe because in the end, the brain ALREADY KNOWS TOO MUCH. it's the epicentre of her land-side existence. it was born; came with the screaming thing from a womb and begging for something as mundane as growth. * i haven't belonged so personally to this vessel in years. the question begs, WHICH I IS SHE REFERRING TO ? see, when death swells at midnight and resurrection breathes at dawn one can never be too sure. she meets it in the mirror and wishes for a time where she did not have to be comfortable with preferring it this way. the i in telling, however, isn't defined by a name. like a star during the cusp of explosion —— IT'S ALL AND NONE OF HER !

❝   interesting that you are under the assumption i need anything at all.   ❞ muses josephine who walks the fading line of a lowly inspiring author, daisy o'connor. if she is not careful then she is nothing. the odd jobs of a woman who dreams of her name next to new york's best seller wouldn't be enough to grant her access to the journey jo is scrambling to traverse. ALL THIS TO SAY, there is indeed a need she possesses, but the URGE TO DISGUISE IT AS NOTHING MORE THAN AN WANT that she absently mulled over somewhere between one and five o'clock in the morning has always felt more beneficial to this life she leads. call it a safety net. ❝   but you have peaked my interest. indulge me. what CAN you do for me ?   ❞

⁽ ¹ ⁾ @inadage / ⁽ ² ⁾ the devil in me ... actually ,  it’s what i can do for you