#*root

@afoxintime requested:

It’s a busy but lonely city. The walks between high-rises are short and untrodden, and blocks are filled thousands to the high-rise where nobody knows what happens in the floor directly under their feet. Nobody asks. It’s a rich, lonely city and everyone would rather it stay that way.  So Flood taps its gun -- a shitty, showy gun, probably pissier than whatever Han has under his jacket but it does the trick to say ‘i am security’ -- to the chrome elevator wall and nods upwards of the two of them. It’ll be another quarter hour before they reach his floor. “Who’re you seeing upstairs, son?”

Root + weddings