𝘥𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

the deputy ⸺ whoops! sheriff is putting on his big-boy pants & bravest ( still looking like a kicked fucking puppy ) face. it's hilarious! he can respect the effort, at least. kind of. it'd be so easy to break his façade of knightlihood ; really all it would take is to poke him a little too hard. ❛❛ oooooh , sheriff! ❜❜ he mocks with a wave followed by a snort. ❛❛ sheriff-shmeriff! news flash ⸺ i don't give a fuck what you are. the hell do ya do anyway, 'sides deepthroating donuts & pretending to protect people? ⸺ oink, oink, captain piggy! ❜❜ he gives a dramatic salute when his hand is moved from dewey's shoulder. ❛❛ yeah, that's the fun part! ends well for me, & you get to learn how to live without a limb or two. ⸺ man, that's fuckin' funny to think about, ❜❜ hell, he might make it happen just for shits & giggles. ❛❛ aw, are ya sayin' y'like looking into my eyes? got the hot for me, huh? shit, who's gonna break the news to wyatt? me or you? ⸺ & uh, i always clean up, fuck you very much. christ, my fuckin' bad if i miss a couple'a spots! ❜❜

oh he hates him, he hates him! wonders why the hell he is here and just does not leave. does wyatt really like him? does wyatt WANT him around? before, he was offended by habits words, now hes learned to ignore them. let them fall to deaf ears. "you know, its a misconception that all we do is eat donuts and nothing else." even if he wanted to be offended, dewey simply cannot take the other seriously anymore. now its his turn to roll his eyes, put hands on his hips and shake his head slowly with a soft sigh. this is THEIR house, wyatts and deweys, but its slowly but surely turning into habits own personal space. "sure." is all he replies, another sigh, slowly hes getting dizzy. now, now he waits, waits for habit to be done with his little monologue before he tilts his head to the side slightly. "are you done now? or is there more where that came from?"

SHE LEANS INTO HIM AS HE REASSURES HER. her eyes close as she swallows hard. was she strong ? she knew he was, she knew randy was, but her ? part of her felt both lucky and cursed. the center of the storm and still unscathed. how many people had to die to prove a point that she was the root cause. her eyes open, tears threatening to stain her cheeks but she doesn't allow them to. not now. her brow furrows before she nods, hair brushing her cheek lightly before she pushes it back behind her ear. ❛ i can't lose you or randy, dewey. not to this... ❜ she can't bring herself to say it. to face the fact that for the second year in a row, she was the target of a serial killer.

"you wont!" and he tightens the embrace he has on her. hes right there, and there is no way in hell that he will leave. he would rather die than to leave her behind. how easy it would be, how much safer it would be, but how sad it would make him to not be by her side... and tatum, oh, tatum would have wanted this. she would would have wanted him to be right there: with sidney. and again, he pulls her into a hug, his arms hold her safe and secure against his chest and he rubs his hand up and down her back. how bad she must ache right now, dewey cannot start to imagine it. "we're with you... right here, sid." again, he assures her and means every single word he says. "nothing will happen to you, randy, or me... or gale." slowly, he pulls back and places a hand on her cheek, wipes at tears, gives her a smile, as genuine as he can muster right now. "you trust me, dont you? we got this, sid."