#futureunwound

   ❝ all night, you have been gone. you told me a time,    & you were not here when the time came. ❞ maybe    teddy thought they’d died, maybe he just felt lied to.    ❝ i made cookies, out of stress. ❞ which explains the    crumbs around his mouth, ❝ you can have some if    you’re honest with me. ❞

                “Yes? And what dost thou think they are looking at?”                                 However, when one runs screaming across                                 a busy road, perhaps it is hard not to look at                                 such a spectacle,                 ”Perhaps thou wouldst like their eyes turned backwards...”

Dani was trying her world famous puppy-dog eyes, completed perfectly with the iconic pout that always sold the deal. "Come on, Cab. Do me this solid? I'll owe you so big, you know it'd mean a lot if you came."

“Yeah. Sure,” he says. Once she hops the fence, the ghost thinks: that’s it. She’s one of the few people to make it out of this house alive. Perks of being a demon, he supposed. He tosses the shoes over the fence and then some instinct pushes him to say, “Hey--if I were you? I wouldn’t come back. Ever.” The house gave her up this time...but what about next time? No one got that lucky twice.

“Not worth it.”

        reporter’s finally sent him copies of all the photos he took while out in country, and --- a few blurry ones aside, and some of god knows what where he was probably high on ripped fuel and sleep deprivation --- they’re a pretty good bunch. the guy’s no photojournalist, but they’re a new perspective, for nate. flipping through them is surreal; it’s like it’s the first goddamn time, because there’s no time for sightseeing when you’re trying to keep your men alive ( especially when your captain seems determined to kill them, one way or another ).  ❝ it was, uh, more a case of observe everything, admire nothing. ❞

“Complaining is only gonna slow us down, kid, so drop it before you get left behind.” Booker warned, lifting the sniper riffle in his hands to take aim. Would she ever stop talking? The only way they were going to get off this floating sunshine and rainbows nightmare was through that old saying ‘kill or be killed’. Comstock wanted him dead and that was that. The fucker didn’t even have the respect to drop by and personally say hello.

The Sphinx nodded, beaded dreadlocks clicking together with a soft sound. “True. Time has a habit of blurring the past and hiding the future. You can see certain patterns in it with the right perspective though.”