#solitarytype

[laurelaiwingates-a]

@solitarytype​ [x]

    “The people here.. I think they know what I am.”

Finding food had become increasingly difficult.  No longer did the unwary trod through the graveyard in the late hours-- rumors kept the streets empty after midnight. As such, Laurelai had grown lonely.

    [even her own offspring had a habit of disappearing.]

Laurelai sighed, resting her chin upon her knees.

   “Where do you go, when you leave this place?”

[moonylizzy]

te das cuenta de lo aislada que estaba tu vida cuando ocurre una pandemia mundial y necesitas hacer técnicamente cero cambios en tu estilo de vida

-Lizzy-

[deathtaught]

@solitarytype​ }{ A Reunion 

He was an awful friend. Absolutely horrible. In fact, he reckoned that he couldn’t be considered a friend to Silas at all. Friends didn’t just not visit friends for fifteen whole years. Especially since Silas had saved his life. He was better than Jack deserved. 

Sure, a lot had changed in Jack’s life since he saw Silas last, but there was no excuse for not taking a few hours out of his day to visit a friend. 

The day before, he’d used the two ingredients they kept in their kitchen to make meringues, which he’d wrapped up in a box with a bow and tucked into his book bag. After finishing up his last lecture of the evening, he began his journey to the cemetery, pausing at the gates to take a deep breath before entering. 

He’d been having trouble with spirits lately, so he was sure to keep his head down and act normal as he walked among the stones. He took a seat at the first bench he saw, figuring that Silas would come to him. 

[movedtoblackthumbed]

@solitarytype

        Two teenagers she used to babysit were her current patients. And she wasn’t even on the clock.

       (-- WHY is it always teenagers? She was positive she’d never been so self-destructive, ability to choose notwithstanding.)

       Both boys were pale and very shaken -- but their injuries were minor. 

      “And WHAT have we learned about trespassing in ancient houses riddled with wood rot and termites?” They’d both gone through a rotten section of stairs and were lucky not to have broken anything. 

      “Don’t,” they mumbled, not quite in unison. 

      “Good. Now get home, both of you. Your mom sent me out to find you, and you ought to be ASHAMED of yourselves for worrying her when she’s sick.”

      Now they looked a bit GRAY. If she knew the Volkov’s they’d have ringing ears for the rest of the night for sneaking out. 

      The two ran off back to the apartments down the road when she shooed them. And Clarke was inclined to follow -- she had an early shift in the morning -- but then a CHILL ran up her spine.

      She looked back at the house. Surely it wasn’t actually HAUNTED... she’d been living here for years and never sensed anything before. 

      I’d really rather go to bed. 

      But her responsible nature nagged her into walking up the stairs and pushing open the door her ‘patients’ had recently tumbled out of. 

      “ANYBODY HOME?”

[secondhandmckie]

Advance

@solitarytype | (continued from x)

If Silas was so outwardly affected by whatever was in that file, then Molly knew she was right to be concerned. Silas was typically the most stoic of them all. This...this was bad.

“I think I’ll stand, thank you.” She finally managed, wanting it to be over with. However, when he spoke, the mechanized soldier couldn’t help but sink into the chair anyway. The General’s words settled over her like ice water, and left her equally as breathless. 

‘But...” Once she seemed to gain back some life, Molly reached for the file, as though to prove to herself that it was some sort of trick. “But we can’t. I mean, we barely made it back the last time, and their numbers are growing...”

“Silas, this isn’t...we can’t!”

[morpheoussilvercreature]

solitarytype replied to your post: *fills all the bathtubs at DEE with gin*

HOW DID YOU GET ALL THIS GIN IN HERE

“I think the real question is how long have I had all this gin in here?”

“You’re welcome. You ought to pick a tub and a nice cocktail. Bloody Mary with real blood? We’ve got everything.”

[dravcn-a]

@solitarytype

|☠|—–❝F a n c y meeting you here.❞

[takeabiteoutofyou]

“You think I can shoot you?,” she asked, reaching down for her weapon of choice---her camera. “Just a couple times. I just...shit, you’re like a forest. Tall to reach up to the moon, beautiful, have a lot of hidden meanings in it, and if you have a flower in your pocket, then I want an entire portfolio out of you.” Her unusual compliments had to do a little with the lack of sleep she had. 17 hours combined from polis work to her studio work, but this man’s entire being perked her up.

“Please?”