#dxdger

          Her expression though stern, is not unkind. Her arms cross over her chest. “Don't lie to me.” She may be a woman of finery, but she was not easily fooled, and he if had any sense, which she was sure he did, he would listen.

“Hey kid, this is the bar entrance. Candy shop’s down the road and to the left,” the fool remarked, leaning idly on the tavern doorframe when he spotted the lad loitering. His arms were folded, an apple in one hand and banjo slung over the opposite shoulder.

DID IT HURT?  ( not accepting! )

@dxdger​ said:   " you're an idiot. " ( but in vampire au shut up)

     HE’D HAVE SMACKED dodger upside the head, if it weren’t for the fact everything ached.  it had been a while, a long while, since jesper had experienced anything close to this kind of fatigue; the last time, he’d been starving, weak, and travelling through goddamn desert land.  

     even weakened, jesper is surprised at how close the hunter ( did he call himself that?  had they updated the name in the last few decades? ) is willing to get; this would have been a prime opportunity to impale him on something.  he watches with narrowed eyes as the young man winds a bandage across the scratch.

            SMUG ALLEY CATS DO NOT CONCERN THEMSELVES         with stained skirts.  do not care for mud caked ‘pon boots.  ocean water shall wash them clean soon enough   !       ❝ a little birdie told me   - ❞    heel leaves the brick of the house she’d found herself leaning against     (     cursed city,  smells more of shit than a ship filled with men ever could.    )       ❝ -  that you’re the little man to ask for some advice to getting around in this place.  ❞    

@dxdger​ said :  “  you’re right, you are a monster.  ”

“Oh a wise guy, huh?” Disbelief paints sweat covered features as one single sleeve swipes a dirty swath over skin already layered with dust. The sun looms overhead, a blinding heat whose rays stretch out over the desert city, chasing away any shadow in which he and the boy might rest their heads and Indiana stares at Dodger just as expectantly, neither willing to back down and hand over victory so easily. A yell from the crowd nearby catches the older man’s attention and he sighs with fond exasperation, shifting where he stands until fingers can dig into a back pocket.