#aetcrnum

     he may be a ghost, but she’s still taking the time to sprawl her entire self over him and bury her face against his chest and let out a quiet groan-mumble. it’s not like she needs sleep, or anything, sleep was for the weak. it’s been a while, but at this point, she knows better than to ask what’s been going on---- whether with him or with his mother. instead, she moves the start of the conversation to something else.   ‘   i like your face.   ’    // @aetcrnum   ♡ ‘d

“You and your sister-- you didn’t join together?”

"in my defense-- i never had any reason to believe he was anything but alive like you and me. maybe he was a little bit of an ass, but who isn't these days?" // @aetcrnum

       “this makes like, zero sense to me right now. i’m not a fast learner, and if i drop this, it’s gonna slice off my everything.” // @aetcrnum for luke

He also doesn’t know how to tell his companions that he has no idea which direction they need to go, so he simply stands there-- looking up to the path and down to the map-- hoping someone else’s impatience will save him the DISGRACE.

Perhaps the surreal feeling of the Strip was due, in part, to Laura’s hopes that it might echo some of the old world- more than the rest of the wastes, at the least… Instead, much like the original Vegas, everything was fake. False smiles, teeth bared as though grinning but conveying a warning in most instances… “Fair point.” Even if it was disappointing, Laura at least understood the need to escape. That was why she was on the West Coast, wasn’t it? … “Have any bellinis?”