#clickedbait

clickedbait sent:  ❛ talk to me . ❜ - tommy @ chloe

chloe sits on tommy's couch, hands wrapped around a warm mug. she closes her eyes and breathes in the steam from the hot tea. tommy sits across from her, silent, waiting. it's bad enough that she's been pulled away from freddy. seeing tommy again makes her feel so torn.

she still vividly sees that fucking house. she remembers reappearing there alongside freddy. she held onto freddy like she'd never held anyone before. they talked, discussed their distrust in this reality, promised one another to keep everyone else at a distance. everyone but each other. they were the only two people that the other could trust. they couldn't be sure that anyone else wasn't somehow related to the hideous creature who stole them away. worse, they couldn't be sure that the reappearance of their loved ones wasn't some cruel trick this being was playing.

we can only trust each other, chloe remembers agreeing.

but she feels so unsure now that tommy's right in front of her. he looks and sounds like tommy. he acts like tommy. chloe understands freddy's concern for t'noy's tricks, but chloe finds herself sinking into despair at the thought of this being fake. she needs to believe that this is real or else why should she go on at all?

tommy breaks their silence with a soft sigh. chloe looks up and meets his gaze.

❛ talk to me. ❜

his request nearly brings her to tears. he sounds so sincere. a promise is a promise, but she can't keep her distance from her brother. this is real, she decides. it has to be.

chloe grips the mug tighter. the warmth against her palms comforts her.

she's sure that tommy wants to hear what happened. where did she go? did she at least have freddy with her? who or what took her away? and she intends to get to all of that eventually, but right now all she can think to say is,  ❝ tommy. i missed you so much. ❞

" SO YOU DO have standards, " the question's tone is blank as his face as he flicks a glob of mayonnaise off his shoulder, frowning behind the pseudoderm as he realizes he's going to have to look his drycleaner in the eye when he hands this coat over.

he hates mayonnaise.

" in that case, what the hell did you do to incur the wrath of the condiment king? " as if the man's personality wasn't enough to make an axe murderer of a nun.

The gloomy library both Isaiah and Jessica conducted their diligent research seemed to be a remnant of a bygone era. With its marble pillars, dividing the hall into even section, with its warm white light from the scattered table lamps, casting a dull glow on the wooden tables, it surely was beautiful but felt constricted nonetheless. With one ear, the podcast host listened to music as he bent over Dante's Inferno. Currently he was listening to Bach's Air on a G String. The walls were lined with high bookshelves, which somehow made Isaiah feel quite uncomfortable, even though he spent his time in those halls where all the knowledge of the world was waiting for him.

featuring: joyce byers and karen wheeler

@clickedbait , vanger & yeo-hee , cont. from here !

the sea is her home, and yeo-hee always speaks so fondly of it. although others may not understand why, exactly-- her love reminds her time and time again, that she shouldn't make a spectacle of herself. a stern, but gentle in his own way, reminder that others have tried to hurt her before, so she should pick and choose what she says, and who she confides in.

her interviewer, vanger, appears to her to be a gentleman. he's been hospitable, and he hasn't asked questions that rubbed her the wrong way, for one reason or another. it'd been a polite conversation, and continues to be-- she smiles gently through the feeling of warm tea soothing her throat, although the idea of the sea swallowing vanger whole does cause her some concern, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

one of these for sure, @clickedbait

               the   turn   around   is   slow,   because   he   is   utterly   amazed   (   in   a   bad   way   )   how   the   prospect   could   think   of   such   an   idea.      they   were   just   involved   in   a   fucking   shootout,   and   this   motherfucker   wants   to   go   to   the   hospital   where   they’ll   start   making   reports   and   shit?      gunshot   wounds   get   reported,   and   unser   isn’t   able   to   save   their   asses   anymore.      he   stares   long   at   the   younger,   knowing   full   well   he   is   currently   bleeding   from   his   shoulder.      too   damn   bad,   you   ask   stupid   questions,   you   face   the   stupid   consequences.

               ❝   oh   yeah,   that’s   a   great   idea.      head   on   down   to   the   hospital,   and   when   they   ask   for   the   story   as   to   why   you   got   shot,   you   can   tell   them   all   about   our   dealings   with   the   mayans   and   how   they   shot   you   in   the   shoulder   while   we   killed   the   rest   of   their   guys   and   tossed   the   bodies   in   the   ditch.      and   you   know   i   bet   they’d   really   appreciate   a   list   of   names   too,   so   go   ahead   and   let   them   know   that   you   were   involved,   along   with   me,   bobby,   chibs,   and   happy.      yeah,   that’ll   be   real   good.   ❞      did   tig   take   the   sarcasm   too   far?      probably,   but   he   takes   a   lot   of   things   too   far.      kind   of   what   a   sergeant   at   arms   does.