#buckthorns

“You always make me slightly uncomfortable Mr. Trelawny. It’s part of your charm.”

Hosea is sat in a chair, outside it pours down rain, but the fireplace crackles and Hosea looks back toward the fireplace. 

“I knew a man, who had two glass eyes. He had lost it due to illness. But he had one glass eye that matches his normal beautiful blue eye that worked. He could see. And then he had another glass eye, that was painted with little red lines. And he called it his party eye. And he kept it on the mantle, and he’d pop it in. And suddenly he would have one bloodshot eye. And he would say.-”

“Alright, I shan’t be back until the other matches.”

“     I DON’T KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THAT.   guess i just don’t make much of an effort to excuse anything bad i might’ve done, now or in the past   —   ain’t no sense in paintin’ it up t’be somethin’ it’s not, you know ?   terrible things are terrible things, ‘specially to the people y’did ‘em to.     ”

a cloud of smoke moves passed parted lips, disappearing soon into the night.   the cigarette in his hand is tossed to the side, only to be snuffed out at the bottom of his boot.   they’re far enough away from camp that arthur feels a bit more comfortable talking about this kind of thing, safe from any eavesdropping that might fuel some exhausting banter later on.          “     lately, nothin’ seems right around here.  s’all i’m sayin’, i guess.     ”

          ❛  i’ve  been  needing  some  more  work.  ❜   it’s  hot  in  rhodes  and  the  black  duster  she  wears  is  sticking  to  her  as  she  sweats.   she  almost  has  half  the  mind  to  remove  it,  her  hat,  and  anything  but  the  bare  layers  of  her  dress.   this  heat  wasn’t  dry  like  it  is  out  west.   it’s  muggy  and  everything  sticks,  soggy  and  wet.   she  had  no  fondness  or  pleasure  here  except  that  of  scarlet  meadows.   ❛  but  i  ain’t  going  to  steal  horses  again.    last  time  it  was  close  ---   too  close.   ❜  

         ❛❛ you doin’ alright ? ❜❜

     Saint Denis was much bigger than Saren had anticipated, which meant it would take her that much longer to find her target. Sure, maps could help, but only to a certain extent. 

     This is what I get for never really leaving West Elizabeth, she thought with some bitterness, guiding Luisa down the boulevard with her.

     It was so noisy, too. The sooner Saren could take care of her business in Saint Denis, the happier she would be. But first - she needed to find someplace to lay low while she scouted the area. She tapped she shoulder of the first, somewhat friendly-looking face.

MISC STARTERS // ACCEPTING