#walkindvde

[kosmic-blog1]

@walkindvde

     “What is the point of being able to look like anything if you choose to look like that?”

[bunburie-a-blog]

@walkindvde

     Make no mistake, she’d be trembling if she were awake, but the body her mind has made up for her is steady and still, and moves only when she wants it to. If she’s somnambulating like it’s been said she’s done before, her waking form only has as far as the door of the cell to go before it’s reached the end of its tether.

     “As well acquainted as I am with the content of dreams, sir, I’m certain this is one, and so you ought to dispense with these petty tricks else I’ll start to think you’re cheap.” Nothing wavers in her voice but she has a feeling he can sense fear, or smell it like you’d source out rotten meat or bad milk.

[mzone]

@walkindvde

   “Todd from Chem said his dad could beat up my dad with one hand.”

He fucking could.

[plazeebo]

@walkindvde

     “Man, you must floss like every five minutes.”

[oldchoral-blog]

@walkindvde

     “ you playin or just stayin? ”  there’s nobody at her table.  she’s doing party tricks with the poker chips, for nobody’s amusement.

[jungianthing]

@walkindvde

     “I like your badge, where’d you get it?”

[bunburie-a-blog]

@walkindvde

     She’s standing in front of the doors, arms folded. It’s a cold night, starless. “You know I’m not gonna let you in here, right.”

[mzone]

@walkindvde

The moon looks bigger than she’s ever seen it, for some reason. Maybe there was never much time to appreciate it before. She is very conscious of the man standing in the shadows but would like not to think about men in shadows, for an evening.