#forrest.

Halloween felt different this year. But that was hardly saying much. Everything felt different this year. Six months had passed since Forrest had made the decision that had altered the course of his existence, or ended it and started it anew depending on whom you asked, and he still hadn’t quite found his footing. “Feels kinda weird, doesn’t it” he mused, glancing over one shoulder. “I mean, participating in a holiday that celebrates monsters when we’re literally the things that go bump in the night.”

👀 + name = three ship headcanons ( for forrest jones - @ancienthurts​ ) // accepting

one. i totally agree tht forrest has gotten less aggressive over time, and i feel like spirit has simultaneously gotten less cagey around men and creepy men like him. she knows he’s a threat but he doesn’t have as much power over her anymore, and she’s hoping one day they’ll somehow be on equal playing field 

two. sometimes she hits him up right after she gets into a fight or scrapes her elbow just to see how he reacts, like an old timey actress pulling her dress up to show a lil bit of leg, except she’s tempting fate with a mean old vampire 

“Can I speak with you?” Elmira had been hoping she’d see him again, had debated seeking him out even. Forrest, the brother of that girl. When she’d heard the last name, put two and two together, her first thought had been that smiling boy she’d joked about carving pumpkins with. But approaching him on the street just outside the shop was probably inappropriate. Especially without her signature long locks, she was probably unrecognizable to someone who had only spoken to her once. She probably looked crazy. “Elmira, flower shop, it’s important.” 

Baby, you've been makin' me crazy The way my heart has been racin' I've been feelin' you lately, lately