LET ME LEARN YOU SOMETHING BIG

Benicio del Toro as Lawrence Talbot

Or maybe he's harder to kill then he should be. Huh.

      Crumpling the opened envelope in her fist, she listened to the radio for a few beats, debating her next move. There was no sense holding on to a REJECTION. Embarrassment and shame still burned in the pit of her stomach, the side-effect of reading the perfectly printed words: WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU. Normally, Fox was against littering, in fact, in made her sick to see trash gathering in the wild places of the world, but for this one, she would make an exception. Smoothing out the envelope to a wrinkled rectangle, she tore it to pieces. The enclosed letter dropped characters onto her lap, all black and orange in the light. It felt freeing to release them out the window she rolled down. Watching the pieces take flight over the silent desert, floating past cactus and Joshua trees, in the side-view mirror.

      Rolling the window back up and returning her cheek to where it had lain, Fox sighed. “Maybe I’m just too messed up to succeed.”

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was all his fault. 

Fuck, she was bright, the brightest, maybe he’d distracted her too much, corrupted her thoughts more than her body, brought her too close to the edge and now there wasn’t any possibility of going back. And god, DJ hoped she wasn’t destined to become a nobody like him, a secondhand disaster of a person with cigarette lips and whiskey breath and brain full of surviving the night. But Fox was better than that. Better than this. Even if he wound up driving them into a void, someplace where the desert collapsed in on itself, an amalgamation of grains of sand and smatterings of starlight. 

also dj vc: hey rey you can still call me daddy

☆ SEND ‘ARE YOU LOST BABY GIRL?’ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS SAYING THAT. ☆

↪ asked by @codeb-b-b-breaker​

[Settling Dust Meme from @codeb-b-b-breaker​.]

“You know, I hate to be the negative voice, but… did we just lose?” ————

“ … I don’t lose.” A claim born of stubbornness rather than fact, far less from sense than an obstinate refusal to give up. Beneath it, she already knew DJ would be rolling his eyes, maybe even ready to turn tail and bolt before she did something he considered, rightly, as bloody stupid.

But the facts … the facts were that the team of Rodians who should have still been arguing their way out of a security cell somehow weren’t, and were instead in the chamber below, with the case of refined coaxium already in hand.

Hand, paw, sucker - whatever the right term was these days. Thera stared for a second, her own hand on her blaster and thoughts ticking over, then spoke without looking away.

Right. If there was anything to be learned about Thera, it was her stubbornness in any task, herculean or otherwise, how impossible it seemed for her to even consider the possibility of defeat. If he were a better man, it might have been an admirable quality. For DJ, it meant that he was constantly torn between sticking it out and trying to save his own ass.

Still-- made his life a bit more interesting than alternating between scores of casino credits and bi-weekly vacations in jail.

     “D-d-d--do I think,” he quoted with a scoff, as if insulted, before, “You gonna go all,” an assortment of hand movements that only somewhat loosely resembled the firing of blasters, accompanied with nearly audible pew pew vocals, “On ‘em?”

There wasn’t a need for an answer, and if there had been he wouldn’t have paid much attention in the first place, already moving to rip the panel from the wall and beginning to tinker. A simple interface wasn’t particularly shocking, though he’d sliced more complicated slots on Nar Shadaa. Only a few more moments passed before the doors in the chamber below them slammed shut, entirely at his mercy.