#returningstart

[starportl]

“you know, this whole being back from the dead thing, or whatever, once again really has me questioning why i ever stayed in this dimension for so long. y’all are a mess.”

[widvw-a]

“i’m sorry. i can’t let you go any further.”

[pcrtho-blog]

loki’s confused about why they’re alive again, but it’s not an uncommon enough occurrence to let it bother them too much.  they’re more concerned about why they’d been dead for three years rather than the usual mere months.  as it is, they’ve found a park bench and have sprawled themself across it when they feel someone’s eyes on them.  “why don’t you take a picture?” they say to the other without looking, “it’ll last longer.”

[lvrexx]

’ I want to do something for him… but what? ’

[songbrds]

“am i making sense here? because...you’re sort of looking at me like i’m...not.”

[perstarkfection]

Howard had been working without rest since waking up in this nightmare of a time. No rest, just enough food and water to function, and forcing his brain to cooperate until it smoked left him in a sour mood. He didn’t want to stop, but he wasn’t going to achieve much of anything with a migraine like the one he was sporting now. Which left him to returning to the apartment he’d reluctantly decided to stay in for a few hours of sleep before returning back to it. Normally, running into someone in the crowded street wouldn’t get to him. He was raised in New York and very much used to the high population, but today everything tested his patience.

“Watch where you’re going,” he found himself barking at the stranger as he whirled back around to face them.

[shcrpedge]

the music beat against the walls of the abandoned building , the movements that her body made were from memory -- she couldn’t speak for how she got there. a different part of town -- she’s not in brooklyn anymore. she’s wasn’t naive, the world has never been a safe place -- and despite the newest models and technology -- it’s all the same. 

RIOTS , 

the fight for power socking in the minds of hungry men and women alike. as far as she was concerned -- the people in power were her enemy. they’ve robbed her of so much , robbed her family of so much. the sound of violin became the focal point of her thoughts but only for a brief moment. at the slightest sound of movement that wasn’t her own, she whipped around, fingers releasing a throwing knife at the trespasser, blue skies sharpening with suspicion. 

“  best be on your way, sugar. , this one’s been taken.” a slight dialect obvious in her tone.  she didn’t even bother to enlighten herself with answers. 

[lvrexx]

‘ i would thank you , but we both know you don’t deserve it ’