BLOODSHED

me: this list is Really Fucking White

on her way, she’s picked up a snack, is eating it as she practically struts up to where they would meet. small bag with another pastry sits in her other hand, just in case her new partner was hungry, too. no bosley yet, it seemed (you could always sense one of them from a mile away), but there was another woman standing and waiting, and sabina could only assume that it was milly. ‘howdy, partner,’ voice is sensual, even in relaxation, and she’s approaching with a grin, handing over the food with a light hand. ‘can’t kick ass on an empty stomach,’ is all that is given as she devours the rest of her own.       /       @horrorstoried.

‘i get new stock every friday,’ omen’s hands remain in the pockets of his coat, one that trails out behind him as he approaches the front counter with a close lipped, but friendly, smile. anais follows behind with a happy jog. ‘if there’s anything you’re looking for that you can’t find right now, i’d be happy to hold it for you the next time it comes in.’

‘please tell me you washed your hands before touching that,’ he’s not too upset about germs, but this was one of his comic books. it was special to him. freshly cleaned hands of his own slowly plucked the comic from the other’s hands and gave it a once over, just to see if he could spot any damage. when it comes back clean, daniel gives a grin, and hands it back. ‘it’s one of my favorites, so, um- just be careful, okay?’

how unfortunate- their car has broken down. well, lucky for them, they’ve come to the most hospitable town in all of georgia. atticus approaches with a smile and a glass of fresh made lemonade, handing it over with a friendly and slightly unsettling air. ‘ah, hope y’ain’t too upset ‘bout yer car. promise it’ll get fixed in no time! allen down at th’garage is th’best mechanic around these parts,’ accent is thick with the south as he nods back toward the small diner. ‘looks like you got time fer’a piece’a pie. come on inside!’

a hand is held up to stop the other from talking. in alice’s other hand, she holds her full cup of coffee. it’s one she’s just filled, black and steaming. the teacher doesn’t even look at the other when she speaks. ‘less talky, more coffee,’