the  book  in  hand  had  been  closed  with  a  louder  echo  than  intended,  frustration  became  inflamed  as  each  sentence  he  marinated  his  brain  in  still  rung  him  dry.  maverick  had  lost  count  on  which  stack  of  books  he  savaged  through  for  a  particular  piece  of  information  that  could  bring  their  loose  ends  to  a  n͟e͟w͟ ͟ r͟o͟a͟d͟.  his  choice  in  place  of  seating  was  on  the  floor  with  a  leg  propped  and  one  stretched  —  positioned  in  one  of  the  furthest  corners  of  the  library.  head  been  tilted  back  to  rest  against  one  of  the  bookshelves  with  a  deep  inhale,  “  nothing,  again.  “  the  undead  musician  grumbled  his  words  through  stiff  lips  and  a  jaw  locked  to  sharpen  the  angle  and  psychically  declare  that  the  was  running  on  fumes.  “  i  need  a  break,  robin  —  i’m  going  to  loose  my  fucking  mind.  “  maverick  exasperated  mid-way  through  his  claim.  he  still hasn’t  fed  yet.

" i don't know . " dart pulled from his mouth and he leans over to ash it . a habit he still hides from his sister , as if the smoke doesn't cling to his clothes still . " what's the worst that could happen . . . ? i'm askin' you , cause if i ask belle , she'll lay in t' me and tell me it's the shittiest idea . "

" you're joking . " the words , despite their connotation , are deadpanned toward the other . " there's nothing in this damn world that would get me back there . no . "

" thanks for coming . " her hands grip at the steering wheel in front of her , bitten nails with chipped polish digging into the faded strawberry patterened cover . these midnight drives had become a nightly occurrence . she doesn't sleep much anymore . " sorry if my call woke you up . "