Apr 4, 2022
question. when you drink a soda, does carbonation do the devil's tango on your tongue, too, father?
“ No, I just put some holy water in yours. Glad to hear it’s working, Scarlett! ”
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question. when you drink a soda, does carbonation do the devil's tango on your tongue, too, father?
“ No, I just put some holy water in yours. Glad to hear it’s working, Scarlett! ”
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i would like you all to know that @gardenlocust / @godenvy is my favorite writing partner ever and i will forever worship the ground she walks on.
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“ as a rule, i don’t talk to cops. “ plain and simple. “ not even pretty ones like you. “ as she speaks, she continues to open the bottle for a customer, sliding it across the bar to him before turning her attention back to the deputy. “ so you’re either gonna’ buy yourself a drink or take ya little notebook elsewhere. “
"why should i trust you?"
" 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 , 𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨 . " a foot plants squarely on the door , there is a thin spun grunt of strain ; heugh gives a good one two before he puts weight behind it and overcomes the drywall’s stubborn grip on it’s hinges in a spray of flaking debris and paint --- the sound of collapsing oaken craftsmanship is one that resounds . “ for the fun of it ? “
@gardenlocust
( @gardenlocust / scarlett. ) she slides a full glass of whiskey across the bar in the brunette’s direction, flashing a wink in her direction before tending to one of the other patrons in the spread eagle.
there’s a guy in the corner hammering out tunes on his guitar, leaving a low melody of something that seems familiar to her, though she pays him little mind. once her plate is clear, she heads over to where scarlett is sitting and pours a shot of whiskey for herself, before clinking glasses with her former lover, current best friend’s.
“i say we get hammered and hustle a few a’these guys out of their money playing pool or some darts or somethin’.”
she says, wicked grin spread across her lips as she downs the shot and immediately goes to pour herself another.
“bet we can send at least one of ‘em home cryin’.”
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“Uh, Dep? I’m not so sure about this.”
@gardenlocust || closed starter
ACCESSING WHITE HOUSE SERVER . . . ACCESS DENIED : @gardenlocust / questioning minds prompts ( accepting. ) ‣ ❝ ❛ ❛ hey , hey , are you with me ? ❜ after one too many moonshine dranks. <3 ❜ ❞
are you with me? the mere inquiry finds mellie grant in a fit of the kind of laughter only her beloved hooch can stir up. “ with you? please. this ain’t my first rodeo. “ she is on her feet, then - perhaps a more dangerous maneuver than even a seasoned professional such as herself would let on - to collect both glasses for a refill. somewhere along the way, she forgets to ask whether it’s wanted. “ how do you feel? it starts to go down easier after the second glass - for multiple reasons. “
@gardenlocust said, i don’t believe you’ve been honest with me.
ashley graves was smart. he knew when to wound and when to kill. he knew how to cover his tracks. if he was hunting someone, really hunting someone — they’d never fucking know. for six years, he’d been shaped into the perfect tool. and for eighteen years prior, war had waited for him — the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. beasts like jacob seed saw the rotting potential in men like ashley graves — and beasts like jacob seed gave him purpose. but ashley hadn’t yet fallen victim to the lure in the water. he hadn’t yet stepped into the jaws of the bear trap. he hadn’t yet seen the eldest seed for what he truly was, and maybe it was hope, blinding his keen eye. scarlett bell was the closest thing he had to friend in this town, but jacob — he understood. he understood those six most violent years. scarlett could light ashley’s cigarette, but she’d never stitch the war wounds still bleeding under his shirt, under all his goddamn ink.
‘ i’m not a fuckin’ liar, scar. ’ and he wasn’t. he was many, many things — a sinner and a saint with so much blood on his hands. a murderer, a monster, his father’s child. a weapon to his core. but he wasn’t a liar. ‘ if you got questions, i got answers. fire away. ’