#giallifilm

⠀⠀⠀"GUESS NOT,"⠀ says the lucky guy with a broken arm, wincing as they drive over a particularly shitty pothole. jason is simultaneously one of the smartest people in the room at any given time, and probably one of the dumbest, too. there is no in-between. hence the funny angle his ulna sits at now and the frisbee still stuck on the rooftop of the cabin a few miles back. a little tip for the common-sensically challenged: having your two oldest children ⠀( one eight, and the other twelve years of age, respectively )⠀ covertly hold the ladder while you attempt to retrieve a rogue frisbee — one that all of the other adults present said to leave up there when you proposed this idea — is not the only safety measure you should take when climbing up onto the world's mossiest roof. like, at all.

⠀⠀⠀he wouldn't let solveig into the car with them, said that if she looked at his arm in this state or tried to heal him she was going to make herself sick, and he'd already traumatized their kids enough today. that, and he needed someone to assure tyler and rosemary that they weren't responsible for their dad's dumbass getting hurt.

her heart plummets, and she's sure it shows on her face: the fear, the certainty that she's disappointed him. it curdles in her stomach, twists her insides. "sorry," she says. it's an old, rotten instinct, the knee-jerk apology, but the word falls from her mouth before she can stop it. her shoulders curve forward and her gaze falls down and to the left, focused on nothing in particular. for a long moment, she can't speak—it feels like her throat has closed up, or maybe like her tongue is paralyzed. like all she can say is that word: sorry.

" well excuse me. i would love it if all of barovia did NOT hang in the balance whenever i so much as breathe. but ya know we don't always get what we want. "