#faebait

meme | accepting / soft angst

@faebait​ asked “  ❝Stay with me.❞ @ bigby “

        the case that had just been given to him wasn’t an easy one. though to be fair, most of his cases weren’t easy ones. either he made them difficult or the perp did. but this was way wrong. he knew that he should have left kenzi behind because he didn’t want her to see him like this. fading in &&. out of consciousness.

        silver. it had to be silver didn’t it? burnt amber hues flutter as he falls back against the ground, the faint fogginess of her voice not getting through to him right away. all he knew was the cold &&. dark tat was quickly pressing in round him.

@faebait​      :      ♪      *      (   a song from vanya’s ipod .   )

It was cold, freezing. And no matter how tightly she wrapped her arms around her, it just didn't help, at all. For a few moments, the COLD was the only thing she felt until she started waking up. At first, the icy air even viciously than before, started attacking every exposed inch of her skin, but it didn't stop there, somehow, it managed to wiggle its way through her clothes and press onto her like a block of ice. Eyelids almost glued together, she blinked once, then again, face to face with a piece of cardboard and a few meters away, two large black trashcans. Everything hurt, especially her right arm, since she had slept on it. It wasn't the FIRST time that she woke up somewhere that she didn't recognize, it wouldn't be the LAST. Hell, it wasn't even the first time she had woken up in a random alleyway behind some dumpsters. Tessa managed to lift herself off the ground, noticing that the clothes she was wearing were at least hers, that was one small victory. 

Whoever took over this time, at least didn't play tricks with what she was wearing. She shuddered once, due to the gust of cold air and a memory of her waking up inside an empty theater wearing what seemed to be an almost seethrough onesie. The place looked unfamiliar and so did the street that she now stumbled upon as she made a few short steps forward. Where was SHE? Her wallet was in the inner pocket of her jacket, at least that was something. Lanky fingers moved through messy locks before she eyed a NEON SIGN across the road. A bar, it would seem. Good enough. She needed to get inside, somewhere, anywhere. And this place would do. Running across the street, she hastily grabbed the doorknob and walked inside, greeted instantly with warmth, faint smell of cigarettes and booze. But before she had time to find a seat someone had grabbed her hand. 

   “Half expectin’ a plate of Strawberries and Chocolate ganache to be pulled out in two fuckin’ seconds.” he uttered as he took the cue up and started looking for the chalk. When he did not find it, he uttered a short string of swears about how the stupid prick couldn’t keep his shit together, and how Negan, himself, was  a better owner of the table than he was because he WOULD have kept everything together. He was surprised all the balls were still in order.

❝ usually, my concern is what i DO feel off of people. ❞ which was, often enough, cause for him to keep a DISTANCE away from others. the less he felt, the LESS LIKELY it was that he would be stuck with some ATTACHMENT.