#thewhitesaint

[cxttonteethviolence-a]

@thewhitesaint

“ -- what you’ve done to me,  I lost ability to think logically.”

[thundersflower]

@thewhitesaint

“There was-- a guy.” She picks at a patch of peeling paint, curled away from the water-warped wood of the doorframe. “A truck driver. The-- the night of the fire.”

She swallows hard.

“-- he made it out, right?”

[leadxastray]

@thewhitesaint

When he turns the corner, Inez Vega, ex-human, is staring at him wide-eyed.

“So, uh-- how long’ve you been screwing Deacon Wolf’s wife?”

[thedrownedsoldier]

@thewhitesaint

"Father?”

He manages to sound almost steady. Almost.

Blood’s still seeping from the cuts. He’s favoring his good leg, but otherwise doesn’t seem to notice the pain. Eyes can’t seem to focus on any one thing. Still shaking.

[theotherarchbolt]

@thewhitesaint

“One of your kids messed up their ribs pretty bad.”

[cxttonteethviolence-a]

@thewhitesaint

Wyatt yawns as he shambles into the kitchen, barely awake in his boxers and t-shirt. “You made me breakfast, Padre?”

[cxttonteethviolence-a]

@thewhitesaint

[Answering Machine]: “Hello, Father. This is Tessa Maverick, Wyatt Maverick’s sister. I know it’s been some time, and I’m not entirely sure how my brother left it with you when he went back to Texas, but he’s not picking up my calls. I’m sorry to bother you, but if you’ve heard from him, please call me back at: xxx-xxx-xxxx. Again, this is Tessa Maverick, thank you.

[leadxastray]

@thewhitesaint

“It normal?” She mumbles, glaring down at her skinned knuckles. “Getting hurt and not remembering how? It just-- a part of being dead?”