𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 : “ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 ? ”
eyelids narrow - 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. a reflection of her mother’s tone and she disapproves, doesn’t have the patience for grace’s opinion. the wise owl of hope county, what use does her wisdom have if lou dies tomorrow ? she won’t pretend she’s interested, waving a hand dismissively in armstrong’s direction. “ this was your idea ? ” the leader mimics, a lazy mockery that frankly sounds nothing like the original but who gives a shit ?
“ it was, an’ I’m not takin’ feedback. ” one might argue that capturing a blissed up skunk and setting it on three hog-tied peggies is kinda fucked up. 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃, 𝙸𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝚂. but lou can’t tame the laughter that croaks from her as a highwayman desperately wrestles with the creature in an attempt to cage it. the amusement is short lived, however, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 and grace’s tone still gnawing at the corner of her mind. “ jus’ fuckin’ shoot it, dumbass, ” she snarls, prompting the black-clad bandit to scramble for his weapon. gunshots ring out and it takes a few rounds for the skunk to stop moving.
tongue firmly presses against the inside of her cheek. the peggies aren’t dead but their faces have been grossly torn, the nose of one hanging by a thread. lou shrugs, turning her gaze to meet grace’s. “ you best not be here t’ shit on my fuckin’ parade. ”
@lasersights / scream : resurrection meme.
