SJL

Sara doesn’t like being told what to do

WESTWORLD: season 2

SARALANS ﹏﹏ that's who i am. i spent 6 years in the darkness &. i looked into the eyes of the devil &. i gave him my soul ﹏﹏ selective supernatural based sara lance ﹏﹏ carrd / template.

that loud voice that was free is still there. it's always been there only this time it's loud &. it wins. this is all she's known for over a decade, but she's a danger to the world if she can't control the urge to kill. she's even more of a danger if she starts hunting again. so what does she do ?

"i'm not looking down, i'm looking up. i like watching the sky out here sometimes." he finally turns to face her with a shrug. he used to hate being on a roof this high at all, seeing how far away the ground was, but she'd always loved the thrill of it. he doesn't mind it as much now, spends more time up here than most people probably realize. "i wasn't sure if you were gonna come say hi." after a full week, he'd been close to giving up hope on it, was starting to accept that she was going to stay away. it wasn't like it was totally one-sided. he hadn't sought her out either, even though he knew she was back in town; it was better to live in the unknown in-between than to try reaching out and get confirmation that she didn't want to see him.

lights  from  surrounding  buildings  dimmed  until  the  only  prominent  shine  was  a  yellowish  glow  from  the  street  lamps  below  &.  the  occasional  off-white  glare  from  the  moon  shrouded  in  clouds.  she  was  eager  to  take  a  step  forward,  to  close  the  gap  between  them,  but  instead  of  leaning  in  for  a  hug  once  she  did  she disappointingly took  her  place  beside  him.  calloused  palms  gently  gripped  the  cool  cement  siding of the rooftop,  giving  her  the balance needed  to  look  over  &.  down  at  the  organized  chaos  that  filled  the  streets  of  her  hometown.  "  last  place  i  thought  i'd  find  you  was  on  our  roof.  you  hated  heights.  &.  me  that  whole  summer,  "  she  reminisces,  turning  on  the  balls  of  her  feet  to  fixate  her  stare  towards  the  door  she'd  entered  from.  always  need  an  exit  plan  even  when  there  was  no  need  to  exit.