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open. closed.
a cellphone that doesn't wear the usual black otterbox case he carries sits on the bar top in front of him, the screen shattered, the cheap plastic case with some pop culture reference scribbled out by a bunch of stickers on the back beside it. he's silent, just rubbing his face, staring down at the thing and grunting softly.
❛ i knew there was something about you. i knew i didn't like you, but i couldn't put my finger on it. ❜
note to self, always trust your first instinct. the one that says, eddie munson is an annoying asshole. stay clear. stay minty, and frosty. veronica's hands curl into little fists, not much in the way of damage. much more versed in the art of frustration. "that's very interesting, eddie. i'm dying to know some more about how you are on top of the world and looking down on the rest of us."
DEAR DIARY, day three of following some lunatic across this miserable town. he is driving me crazy. i should let him get swallowed up by the very angry mob but then again i would miss all the fun. god as my witness, he definitely didn't kill chrissy cunningham, he couldn't kill a fly if it landed on him. i've seen it, the opposite of the grinch. heart four sizes too big. except when he's talking to me. for some reason. i guess a big heart doesn't stop you from being a cunt.
she keeps walking next to him, as she's putting on a show. commands attention in a way that she should find distasteful. (for the record, she does not. she finds it entertaining. and maybe a little charming. but that's for her to handle.) "-so? what is it? what about me has you utterly restless? spill." and she doesn't need to be helping him. she is getting some funny kick out of this. she gets to avoid everything and everyone. dig a hole and crawl in, fun.
i had a dream about you.
jason's expression turns something sweet, his eyes soften and so does his smile. it feels a little bit impossible to feel this way about a living breathing human, because that's the thing people tend to forget that roxanne isn't a story. she breathes, she smells like flowers, her hair flows in the wind. and she is here under the stars, jason is waking on the edge of the bridge, the water running softly. gains some height over her. the whole thing feels like a movie, like he's at her balcony. he's holding her hand and he's one step away from eating. but the top of the stone railing is wide enough for his feet.
he doesn't tell her how he remembers the first time so vividly, sometimes he dreams about it. it going different, him knowing so he can. well so he can do something about it. but the universe has it's moods and sometimes all jason can do is be there and take it. and this is not it. and it won't be for a while.
"dude, you had a dream about me?" he says like he doesn't believe her. because he doesn't. how is she having dreams about him? jason isn't ashamed of anything. he kinda just lives like that. but this. this kinda got to him. "was it nice. was i nice?" this gets him to crouch, closer to her. and the light reflects so nicely off her. the type of pretty you spend a whole life chasing. the type of kind you remember forever. "or was i like a dick. if i was a dick that's like so totally not me. at all." her hand is warm and he rubs his thumb on it.
"now you i don't know, @trickiz." well, he's pretty sure. mostly pretty sure. there's a lot of people out there, okay? hypnos can't remember all of them. that sounds exhausting. he's actually getting tired just thinking about it. he yawns. "also, uh...where am i?"
wake him up!
` - * the fear of being found out coupled with the need for self preservation held strong. dirt and blood stained your skin and clothes as you rose from the dirt, self-inflicted wounds pronounced on knees, arms and forehead; a perfect horror that would stop anyone in their tracks. bare feet carried you forward, from the woods to the nearby clearing which would soon lead to the street. there were headlights in the distance, you could see them down the road; it urged you forward with haste, nearly sprinting until stumbling into the road with arms waiving. [ @stagsong ]
"you got a lot to tell me, but i'd rather not know." / harper, who has had enough of him telling her something
Shotgun rest across his shoulders, one arm up to support it. He was used to doing these supply runs for the township; it was funny how seamlessly Shane had fit in with them, almost as if he'd belonged there all along -- and it was nice to be appreciated. Well, mostly. Half the time he was snarking with Harper and if he were a less self-assured man he might think she meant the shit she said. She didn't. Shane passed through the aisles of the abandoned convenience store, free hand's fingers touching at the products either left behind or not picked-through, and chuckled under his breath.
"Yeah? I'm a worldly man. I know a lotta shit. Gotta mind full of wisdom to share."
He stopped short-enough to nab a box of tampons. Not even the good kind (he'd been lectured about that with his ex (the big ex, not the little meaningless ones) about the applicator and how cardboard was no better than shoving broken glass where nobody wanted it). With a shit-eating grin he moved to Harper's aisle and pressed the box into her chest.
"Got this for ya. Onna count of you bein' on your rag all the time."
She had always known Thor to have that call to battle. This feels different somehow though. She's seen the heartache , watched it claw and bite at his soul hellbent on doing so until there was nothing left. She knows it all too well , ┈┈ because she's suffered the very same loss that he has. Tied to his family , she's felt that same heartache. That there is what brings her worry.
Even Gods have a limit.
Thor's never been one to enjoy finding out where his was. All beings had it , ┈┈ yet Thor seemed to constantly fight that. Push past whatever was set in front of him. But how long did that last before it eventually broke down? Was she willing to let that day come? She couldn't afford to be wrong about that. The pale haired Goddess drew in a deep breath , ┈┈ brows furrowed with empathy and understanding. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't had her own thoughts of desiring her own view of justice. Always trying to resist that regardless of what she felt was owed to her.
“ Do you believe that will leave you feeling fuller again? ” Voice is quiet , ┈┈ as it breaks the silence within the hall. Now left echoing to aid them in seeing their loneliness. As if they didn't already feel it with every passing moment. “ Something tells me you know that it won't , or else you wouldn't still be thinking it over. ”
@asgardianhammer said : ' I have had my fill of words and tearful farewells. I desire blood and cries of our enemy.'
"ah, you've found me." / @demurehopes
