F A L L

She just.. had never seen them.

She almost licked her lips at the sight of the muffin, taking the plate with a small, graceful inclination of her head.

“Thank you, miss…” her voice faltered, “yes, what is your name?”

She plopped down at the of the tables, carefully peeling back the mint green paper, tugging at it until there was enough exposed for her to take a small bite.

Penny’s bright smile didn’t falter as she ignored the spirit’s ranting.  After all, experience told her that talking back would only confuse her guest.  And encourage the ghost to be all the louder in future.

She shot the other woman an amused glance as she took another bite.

Hal opened up wrapped in easy, loose clothes. A puddle of blankets laid on the floor, obviously where he had made himself comfortable. His hair was drying, showcasing an impressive amount of curls.

“Come..in?” he questioned, almost. He wasn’t used to visitors. Much less those without ill intent. He let the hulking man in, the room freezing cold, even if it didn’t bother the vampire.

“So.. You bought my time. Now what?”

“Now you eat.”  Stepping inside, along with the scent of what had to be a burger and chips, Eamon set the bags down on the floor. It was a cramped, unpleasant space, and the reality of it (seeing it, instead of simply guessing) set his teeth on edge.

Clearly he was going to have to have a chat with the boss after all.

Reaching into the second bag, Eamon withdrew a heavy looking blanket, attached to a.. cord.  With a decisive jab, he plugged it into the outlet, and dropped the whole weight across Hal’s shoulders, the plush fabric already starting to heat.

Some of the people were here by choice, he’d seen them.  People that got off on the abuse, and the mistreatment.  He didn’t think Hal was one of them.

He reached out for the food. For one moment, he eyed the other, seeing if maybe, it was a trap.

Or well, a little.

“It’s room four,” he offered, haltingly, like he wasn’t quite sure if he should trust the other man because indeed, he was a rather.. intimidating figure. “But ya don’t.. I mean, the boss ain’t.. not really,” he gave a small wave with his hand. To be frank, the boss was terrible, but they wouldn’t hear him say that.

“What do ya need my time for?”

If the boss wanted to argue, he could find a better person to pick a fight with.

Unsurprisingly, one sight of the towering Scotsman, and the keen blade he carried easily, convinced the boss that Eamon’s money was just as good as anyone else’s.

"Come..in?" he questioned, almost. He wasn't used to visitors. Much less those without ill intent. He let the hulking man in, the room freezing cold, even if it didn't bother the vampire.

She just.. had never seen them.

She almost licked her lips at the sight of the muffin, taking the plate with a small, graceful inclination of her head.

“Thank you, miss...” her voice faltered, “yes, what is your name?”

She plopped down at the of the tables, carefully peeling back the mint green paper, tugging at it until there was enough exposed for her to take a small bite.

Or well, a little.

“It’s room four,” he offered, haltingly, like he wasn’t quite sure if he should trust the other man because indeed, he was a rather.. intimidating figure. “But ya don’t.. I mean, the boss ain’t.. not really,” he gave a small wave with his hand. To be frank, the boss was terrible, but they wouldn’t hear him say that.

“What do ya need my time for?”

all   these   starters   are   taken   from   the   2011   album   “my   head   is   an   animal”.   feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   as   needed!

❛  my head is an animal.  ❜

❛  i think i taught you well.  ❜

❛  we won’t run.  ❜

❛  we’re here to stay.  ❜

❛  you’re a king and i’m a lionheart.  ❜

❛  we’re still the same.  ❜

❛  i’ll be here to hold your hand.  ❜

❛  i’m already there.  ❜

❛  the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories.  ❜

❛  i met a man today and he smiled back at me.  ❜

❛  there are thoughts like these that keep me on my feet.  ❜

❛  hold my hand, i’ll walk with you.  ❜

❛  it’s keeping me awake.  ❜

❛  some days i can’t even dress myself.  ❜

❛  it’s killing me to see you this way.  ❜

❛  the truth may vary.  ❜

❛  there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back.  ❜

❛  i miss our little talks.  ❜

❛  soon it will be over and buried with our past.  ❜

❛  some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right.  ❜

❛  your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear.  ❜

❛  don’t listen to a word i say.  ❜

❛  the screams all sound the same.  ❜

❛  all that’s left is a ghost of you.  ❜

❛  there’s nothing we can do.  ❜

❛  please hang around.  ❜

❛  i’ll see you when i fall asleep.  ❜

❛  far from home, all alone, but we’re so happy.  ❜

❛  keep your heads held high.  ❜

❛  slow me down.  ❜

❛  shake the rust.  ❜

❛  alone, i fight these animals.  ❜

❛  i’m coming back.  ❜

❛  maybe i’m a crook for stealing your heart away.  ❜

❛  you know i can’t love.  ❜

❛  i think it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it.  ❜

❛  hold on.  ❜

❛  hold on to what we are.  ❜

❛  hold on to your heart.  ❜

❛  i miss the comfort of this house.  ❜

❛  can you chase the fire away?  ❜

❛  i’m looking for a place to start.  ❜

❛  everything feels so different now.  ❜

❛  just grab a hold of my hand.  ❜

❛  i will lead you through this wonderland.  ❜

❛  ignore all those big warning signs.  ❜

❛  i dare you to close your eyes.  ❜

❛  get out of here.  ❜

❛  go away.  ❜

❛  your waves are rocking me.  ❜

❛  i am all alone.  ❜

❛  i move slow and steady.  ❜

And then the girl walked over.  

She was beautiful, sure.  But she had trouble written all over her.

And a curious looking spirit trailing after her, with a mischevious grin and a finger pressed to his lips to warn Penny not to say a word.  Sure, she should be worried– but why be scared when you could be curious?

“For you?”  Blowing a few strands of bright blonde hair out of her eyes (and the wind blowing it right back) Penny eyed the newcomer with a brightening smile, “Not apple.  That’s not your favourite.  Come in?  I’m usually pretty good at guessing.  And this might be good, but it isn’t what you want.

She looked surprised at that, eyebrows raised as a small smile tugged at her mouth. She skipped a little closer, studying the girl with the muffins.

She was right, it was chocolate.

“How did you know?” she asked, following the girl inside. With a soft hum, she studied the shop. It smelled like heaven, and she could stay here forever.

Hal && Eamon … continued from here

He shouldn’t be down here.  The last thing Eamon wanted was to hang around the damn den any longer than absolutely necessary; but he’d seen the younger man stumbling towards the back rooms, looking like death warmed over.

A statement that was less funny in a place like this.

Rounding the corner Eamon threw up a hand to cover his eyes, sparing the man what little modesty he was probably allowed in this hellhole.  “I didn’t mean t’ catch you in the baths.  I’ll wait outside.”

That was something.

He was actually rather surprised to see the man actually leaving, and five minutes later he poked his head around the corner, wet hair flopped over his eyes, a towel around his shoulders.

“Look, if ya wanna drink.. I’m sorry, but I am barely standing. I know I ain’t able to say nope, as I’m going on a debt here, but really, it’d mean a thing or two if ya could come back tomorrow.”

He shot the man a small smile.

@coexistensis ♡  for a starter

Most of the street smelled like chilly air and exhaust fumes, cold enough that it threatened to freeze inside your nose as you walked.  It was a quiet street, the sort that had a pet store, and a toy shop, in line with a cheerful little bakery on the corner.

A bakery that smelled like divinity.  And had a small crowd outside with very angry signs.

Cupcakes of the Devil Sinners Sweets! Don’t be tempted by …  Well, that last one hadn’t been written very well, and the writing seemed to scrunch up too tightly to read at the end.

It was just one of those days.  Shaking her head, Penny tucked a dozen muffins into a basket, balancing the warm weight of it on her hip, as she plucked up the urn of coffee in the other.  

Protesters, even ones outside her bakery, would get hungry, after all!

Prodding open the door with one foot, the wind catching her blonde hair, Penny held out the peace offering to the very confused protesters.  “It’s freezing out here!  Do you guys want milk or sugar?  I bet you could use something to warm you up!”

There were many things Soso could say no to. Sweets were not one of those things.

She hopped from the low wall, her breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. Although the protesters were still gazing at Penny in a rather confused manner, Penny could hear a rather chipper voice.

“I’ll get one!”