#nuttyassquirrelshitasks

[dontquitonaccouname]

Anywho, jus' the other day I was on the Most Wonderful Person in the World island, an' every'one was askin' when Mayor Joan is comin' back.

She paused, mid-thing, to look over at her husband with an expression so soft, only he could conjure it. "Must'a been in the wrong place," she teased, voice achingly filled with love, "If it was Mos' Wonderful Person in the World Island, they would'a been looking for you."

[remmickofficial]

“You feel like home — and that terrifies me.”

Remmick turns his head to take in the other man. Really take him in. The poor as dirt musician he'd stumbled over while on the run. The one who had no interest letting his blatantly beaten ass indoors when Remmick begged for help until he'd flashed gold. Then the knowing of Bert once Remmick had gulped down his blood. All that suffering. The gnawing hunger and need for a life worth living. A distant echo of his own lived experience before the change. He smiles, slow and easy. "C'mon now," He drawls before Remmick's eyes wander across the dusty view from the farmhouse porch. "That ain't so bad. Sure, this shit hole state is a far cry from the Éire..." "But it do look a lot like home in the right light, now don't it?"