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[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

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instead he scratches his ear and glares irritably at the nosy parker through his rearview, swinging for the fences on indignation instead of guilt. sneaks a glance at the clock below the meter, while he's at it, since the crew he's driving must be taking far too bloody long if he's accruing passers-by-prospective-passengers. ' how d'you mean 'expected', anyway? i didn't sign up to go drivin' mx. daisy or any bollocks other. '

"Unless you wanna wait for the alarms an' the cops?"

removing connie, harper, leo, and adam, due to their true home verse being that of the @/hvndredzones blog (that's a verse-locked blog, and i've been strongly considering simply returning those four to their home verse)

further flesh out clark

edit: Also (vaguer) aura of dead thing. Not undead thing, specifically dead thing. Like, if you're really attuned to that sort of thing and saw him, you might have a knee-jerk moment of "that should not be moving, that's a dead thing."

I always thought I would wait to tell you everything when we were finally back together, that it'd just be a story on the porch after the sun went down, when we could barely see each other.... THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE | Years

  “Get-!” the aborted command pitches upward, frustrated but fond. Henry reaches to catch Iadaj by the jaw, lifting and dragging forward at once. Pulling until his mouth is close to the corner of their jaw, so it's that much harder to mishear him. His voice drops low. “Get your teeth out of my shoulder.” It is not a request — more a challenge.

Another kiss down to his neck precedes teeth sinking into the flesh there, instead.