#finalstab

"i fully didn't believe this was a thing." it's the fourth time he's said that since the lights have gone out, his exhaling laughter when mindy points that out jostling some flames on the nearby candles. "well? the city that never sleeps is sleeping. and it's been -" he tries to unlock his phone but it doesn't light up. the consequences of being perpetually on 15%. "- a long time. all these smells are starting to go to my head."

they found a package of tea lights which proved to be useful, and have replaced them more times than he's cared to count as the darkness continues on, so. they've graduated to their scented candle collection, which is decidedly less high maintenance but comes with the trade off of the smells of leather and oak, apple macchiato, and lavender all mixing together in the living room.

TARA said, ( @finalstab )

❝  i am going to punch you in the throat.  ❞

A low chuckle reverberated from him. She had spirit & that had been one thing he respected. It was a sentiment to which he was used to & often would be said to him. Stepping closer, he balled up his own fist & showed it to her. ── His movement had been non-threatening while he leaned close, stepping to the side of her so she could have a better view. He turned his head to one side & pressed his knuckles against his adam’s apple. ❝ If you’re gonna hit a bloke, make sure to get them right ‘ere, ❞ David instructed, ❝ be puttin’ all your weight into the hit. If you don’t think you got the strength, then pick up the nearest thing and bash it into their fuckin’ throat, yeah?❞