#timeline tbt.

[sherezgone]

HTTP:// STARTER - @kenneld​

THE REV OF HER QUADRA BREAKS THE HEAVY SILENCE BETWEEN THEM, the radio turned resolutely off [ a sharp slap dealt to the back of his hand when it inches towards the dial ] She had just wrapped up a gig across town when the call came. Blood still warm on her fingers as she exits the abandoned warehouse. A fight of some sort had broken out with her son at the center of it, again. . . The principle was irate, screeching in her ear that Rancho Coronado High wouldn’t tolerate this behavior for much longer, no matter who his parents were. It nearly half the drive to reassure the bitch she would be there with Harlan that weekend to discuss Ber’s future with them, and expelling him would not do anyone any favors. ‘ What the hell happened? This is the fourth time this month, Beraiah. If you get expelled I swear to Christ. . . ’ Fingers tighten on the steering wheel as she glares at the boy beside her, nearly twice her height now and still so young. . . His brown eyes contrite and rebellious as he sulks down into his seat, nearly enough to chill her simmering ire.

‘ You gonna pick fights like this you better not fucking get caught. Do you understand me, отродье? ’

[lightcreators]

@songinspire​

Smallness’s sentiment, independent of physical features, was a rarely touched impression. There was regardless circumstances when the Hobbit would recognized silently his humble existence : his higher admiration holding towards elves were part of these instants, when constant respect would be seen, when weighted words would be listened and how automatically he will turn into an apprentice.  Larger experience on his side concerning world’s perspective didn’t mattered much --- it would never equal the infinity of a lifestyle ; it would never replace how little knowledge he could claim to have.  ❝ I apologize if my enthusiasm leads me to a greater curiosity. I've always been a devoted listener... ❞

[shekindness-moved]

@andfurther​   /   plotted starter.

sitting in the grass,  ella gently clips away at the weeds surrounding the flowers. wiping a bit of sweat off of her forehead, she looks up when a shade takes away the sun off of her back. a girn immediately finds her lips upon laying eyes on quentin, surprised to see that eliot didn’t travel along with him.  ❝  quentin, it is good to see you. what brings you this way?  ❞

[sherezgone]

HTTP:// STARTER - @prvtocol​

EYES ARE GREEDY AS THEY FLICK ACROSS THE PAGE, devouring every word at a speed almost alarming as the scene unfolds in her minds eye. A tiny smirk is plastered across her lips as the heroine and her lover lock in a passionate embrace. It was a wonderful distraction to ease the the mind-numbing boredom that came with the endless meetings Jefferson and Elizabeth Peralez’s attended. Vasya is more than thankful this time to be loitering outside, rather than listening to a bunch of suits caw at each other like a murder of crows over a corpse. She looks for all the world like the bored young intern she was hired to pose as while the threat to Jefferson’s life remained. Reality has her cracking through the ICE just enough to weaving through security cameras every few chapters to maintain their safety. There was nothing, much to her dismay. 

Fingers brush absently against the brightly colored tabs that peek between the pages. The merc almost feels guilty for klepping such a well loved book. What gig had it been again? Something corpo related in North Oak, a data shard or the like tucked away somewhere. She hadn’t been paying attention after finding an old paper back edition of The Viscount Who Loved Me sitting pretty on a nightstand. It was in perfect condition too for a vintage novel, the printed interior dated some seventy odd years back. Anyone else might have sold it without thought or care, but as a connoisseur of smutty literature, Vasya simply could not pass up the opportunity to add it to her collection. 

The feeling of being observed prickles against her skin and lavender eyes are quick to blue from across the room. ‘ Have you read this? ’ She asks brightly, posture straightening and ankles crossing primly as she rights herself once more. Corps truly did not want anyone in their facilities to be comfortable. . . Vasya hones in on the woman’s expression, poring over ever detail. How intently she gazes at the book clutched in her hands, the almost imperceptible spark of recognition that makes the edgerunner choke back a laugh. What a small world.  ‘ 'Cause I can’t recommend this one enough! ’