#sol-etiam-effulsit

[gipsy-pilot]

ϟ {Hello!}

   ”What the hell are you doing?”

[nxsnowflake-blog]

{☾, ☮, ღ}

☾ : sleep headcanon

Naomi's probably a little too reliant on sleeping pills.

☮ : bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

What makes an apartment home for her, when she's travelling, is a little sheep soft toy named Bob that was given to her by her niece -- who insists that it's not Bob, but Baaaab.

ღ : love or sexuality headcanon

Naomi has never been in a relationship that's lasted more than a month.

[nxsnowflake-blog]

{ .:‡:.}

Send me a “ .:‡:. " and I will generate TWO random numbers. The first for a situation, the second for a sentence I have to incorporate into my character’s reply for a drabble/starter [specify].

Situation: 23 - in the back of a police carSentence: 2 - We've got to be quick!

Her arms are curled tight around her, and she's shaking, trembling visibly even though it's really not that cold and she's got her jacket on. She's shaken by what's happened, more than she would admit, and she's so reluctant to let anyone see her this way that she's taken to hiding out in the back of one of the police cars.

There's a knock on the window next to her, and Naomi practically jumps out of her skin. She looks up, eyes wide, an almost haunted look in them, and her shoulders slump only slightly in relief -- it's just Myer. She stares at him for a moment before finally rolling down the window, forcing a shaky smile.

"I know," she whispers, "gotta be quick. Just--I--I need a moment, okay? I'll be right out."