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[julesxobyrne-blog]

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from this meme || @trcgicfate

“sipping 90 proof, talking to the moon, counting down the hours until it’s 2 a.m., never thought it would be like this.” juliette rests her head on his shoulder, burning cigarette in hand. 

[julesxobyrne-blog]

cont. from here || @trcgicfate

a look of concern spilled across her face at the stranger’s gibberish, but she quickly caught onto his game. “huh, doctor a need might you?” she smirked, staring at him from a bird’s eye view. the small corner store was one she frequented, due to its close proximity to her apartment. she gave a quick ‘knock it off’ glance to the snickering cashier behind the counter. 

“i’m glad you’re okay. i’m not sure i’ve seen anyone land that hard.” she chuckled as she used her legs to pull him up off the ground, a small grunt escaping her lips. “your ass looks...thicker than what it actually weighs. i suppose that’s a good thing, though.” a devilish grin spread across her face as she gave him a quick wink. 

[miigrant-blog]

“Ohh... So that’s where the cat went... Well, then. Someone will have to get the lady down the street a new kitty. And hope this new one isn’t a little shit like the previous one. Was it bitter? I’m sure it was bitter as hell.”

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[resilienteyes-blog]

The Travelers and The Crossroads

starter for @trcgicfate !

The aroma of the coffee was strong and welcoming, as if it was brewed at one’s home. Maureen often went to the cafe semi-daily; whether it be for a meal, a snack, or a cup didn’t matter. It was the homely environment and smell that drew her back. It was as if you were a single child of a devoted couple on a sunny farm, the father coming back from work bringing back flour and other ingredients for the mother to make bread, the smell of spices hanging in the air. Of course she wasn’t getting lost in thought in a fake youth. Her childhood home was far from that. Very far. Her youth had not been in poverty, but they weren’t well off either. Parents constantly working, saving meager amounts to help with college, and never spending money from part-time workings.

She wasn’t mad at them or herself of course. It was simply something out of their hands- Maureen heard her name and looked up to see the barista placing her coffee on the counter, staring at her. Never sooner, a swift rise and walk from her seat, she found herself looking at the name on the cup she held. ‘Mauryin’. She didn’t look at the barista but she was pretty sure he was wearing a sly smirk.

Walking back to her seat Maureen noticed someone who looked familiar and her mind immediately connected the dots. Evan Murray; they were bound to run in sooner or later. The first time they’ve met face-to-face was at a session, before he bailed on it.. The man didn’t look so well, and he didn’t back then. She guessed to herself at the time that it had taken a lot of work to even book to the appointment, but she couldn’t read minds and be so sure. As if she were taking her time walking through a park she slowed her pace and approached the man, thoughts clouded with ways to start.

“Hello, Mr. Murray. How are you?” Her quiet voice greeted him along with a warm smile.