#seatneedles

[sepiol]

THE PROPHECY

[andmuskrats-blog]

                  ❛   you waiting for someone ?    ❜   concocting a general assumption is an easy way to get to the heart of a stranger’s truth. you just gotta hope they’re anal enough to correct you.   ❛    you’ve got the look of someone who’s waiting for someone.   ❜  

@seatneedles.

[1lunararchive-blog]

    alright , sure. their initial meeting was tense and that was just because neither of them wanted to give up we’re from space ghost . like , both knew but both had to be stubborn . but fleur feels that Instinctual Fondness™ for cragan, now, because of the knowledge . ( he’s so bad ...... at everything. and his car is ugly. )   ❛  you know you can put the bottle down , right ?  ❜

@seatneedles doesn’t know he can set a beer bottle down.

[soreq]

continued from @seatneedles

It’s a 1971 Suzuki Carry, rust red and bold, doling out fumes and roadkill like nobody’s business. She’d lifted it off Ted when she left the Hartlepool fishery, the trunk still rattling with reels and lines and sinkers and hooks and little baby worms roasting under the intermittent exposure to headlamps. A sickening thought crosses her mind the worms’d make a fine midnight snack if she didn’t cross by an inn soon (the new A1 bypassed too many, made her nostalgic and made her paranoid), but it wilts like many of the thoughts that traversed her attention.

The dew sticks to the windshield even though its not really raining, and she keeps the headlights full coverage so she can comfortably gauge the traffic situation. Like the miles before, it was sparse -- it comforts her to see the light dappling the country expanse anyway. Reminds her of childhood play in the fields with her flashlights scouring for ghosts. She reckons there must be worse supernatural creatures at play here, now that she’s grown and alone in an alien dusk.

She spots him first, her I-Spy victim ever-growing larger in the horizon. Approaching, wary but sympathetic (how many times had she sat on the curb with her thumb out again?), she squeezes the brake, jutting the ol’ thing to a stop. When she’s close enough to eye him, she shivers, but she’s not sure if it’s the way his smile sits too tight or the brisk New England breeze tumbling in through the window. She shoves open the passenger seat door and beckons him in, only a little self-conscious of the briny aftertaste the heater could produce or the tattered wool gloves barely covering up a slew of bruises -- only a little, he was a stranger, after all.

“Where to?”

[hellishcold-blog]

              he’s conversation hunting. it’s how he copes when the impending descent into boredom flashes a blinding warning sign.     ❛     i’d thank genetics for eyes like that. really suits the adjective ‘ piercing.’     ❜     (   weather was to be the intended topic of conversation, but milo is justifiably sidetracked by the superficial.   ) 

@seatneedles.

[mrhebime-blog]

u n i d e n t i f i e d .

         “So you got a girl waiting for you?”

“ ———— ... ”  Why would he have a girl waiting for him , and waiting where exactly? Quite a vague question but he has the generally gist of what he means grasped rather firmly. No , he doesn’t. Does not reply for a multitude of reasons , lifts brows in what is an indication of  ‘no’ .  He hopes this isn’t going to be the main topic for conversation but listens, just listens to the raindrops against the window , tuning in and out of the pattering of their presence. 

[1lunararchive-blog]

    not to be rude but this dude .... is a freak. fleur can feel that . not the normal: he’s gonna come and start a conversation and piss me off freak . but a: i understand things that seem sort of eldritch and cosmic and wrong in nature freak . she sort of falls under the second one . she’s .... well .... we can say alien , that’s fair . she’s from space . ( she’s the moon , my guy. ) 

    ❛      hmm.    ❜

@seatneedles.