#acidcaught

During the last few weeks, he'd forgotten her gift was even there. Hunting Kellogg, finding Shaun.. a firm still hand holds up a gold ring with a small emerald still somehow trapped inside its casing. "Baby… I love you. I don't think I know what year it is, but at least I know I have you."

THIS WHOLE ENTIRE THING IS ONE OF THE REASONS THAT BROUGHT NORA BACK FROM THE BRINK OF INSANITY . the kindness of it all , the reasons she loved to work alongside people , the affection that came with being a mother , the love that came with being a wife -- ALL OF THAT FOR LITTLE REASONS LIKE THIS . not just nate or the ring itself , but the fact her baby's crib hasn't been touched and she's almost certain it's because the sanctuary survivors know it was nate's.

... and that's it. THAT'S ALL IT TOOK FOR THEM TO HAVE KINDNESS AND EMPATHY . and leave this one house alone. because now nora has to to come to terms with a crib that's old and decaying or that shaun will never sleep in it.

“oh. i am quite seriously going to barf.”

she chances a glance at the back of his shirt, dragging her hands down her face with an exaggerated groan. gross. gross gross gross. she knows steph did it, so she won’t spill a whole fucking bottle of ketchup on it just so she never has to see it again. the fucking things she puts up with for her kids.

like that shit. good god jesus, she’s peeking an eye open with a hand slapped over her own face. another groan.

“no. you know what? i’m done.”

she points at him.

“don’t fucking move.”

she retreats to her bedroom, already ripping off her own shirt. the air reeks of spite. when she returns, she’s wearing a tshirt thrice her size over black leggings that end in emerald kitten heels. the shirt is black, the worst IMPACT font screaming across the front. THIS IS MY ONLY SHIRT WITH NO CUM ON IT. she raises her left hand and casually flips him the bird, quite frankly looks him right in the face.

a smile, almost distant, creeps up on his mouth as he wipes underneath his nose. it's itchy; a result of sniffing snow. since harvey's legs took up most space, eddie does what he believed to be the smart choice; he sits in the man's lap.

❛ The world wasn’t cruel to you because of who you are or what you’ve done. The wold was cruel to you, because the world’s a dick. ❜ Wise words from an even wiser woman. 

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻     Jason looks away.  As if he’s been reprimanded. Frown is pressed tightly. He wants to open his mouth and supply the literary information but thinks better of it. Heart drops to his stomach and he wrinkles his nose at the mention of his own demise. He never liked talking about the details. It was all fuzzy. It was easier to stay hateful than think about how they mourned him. Questioning f he even deserved to be mourned.        ❝ Dead things should stay in the ground. ❞       He concludes that he was better as a memory of a once good kid.   He grumbled some but gaze kept flicking over to the older before he finally broke and pointed at the lighter.   

❛ oh, come now, harvey. ❜ a smile dimples his soft round face. ❛ we’re friends, aren’t we? this is what friends do. ❜ as though moments earlier he had not jammed the ferrule of his umbrella into the gap underneath the door to keep the other man from slamming it in his face. the sleeves of his dark wool coat are dewy with the night’s rain, the cold clear smell of it lingering on his hem.