#gunsway

a chill ran down the blonde’s spine, making her expression slowly fall. (if he hadn’t called her then.... who did?) her eyes slowly looked down in a panic, hoping it was just her imagination. although, she knew that in this life, nothing was ever an imagination. she didn’t know what was fake and what was real anymore. at some point, she wished she was still a locked up lab rat.

“i could have sworn it was you...” her voice was low as she mumbled those words. maybe it was nothing...

sherry couldn’t tell if it was the universe telling her to sleep or if something was out to get her. she hoped for the first. her head became light as she started to dwell on it.

“who was it, then?”

@gunsway​  sent  ❛  i  never  meant  to  hurt  you .  ❜

        ‘        sam    -    JUST  STOP.  please  for  once  in  your  entire  goddamn  life  just  stop.        ’        adrenaline  had  simmered,  the  usual  bite  in  his  voice  lessened    -   adler  simply  didn’t  want  to  hear  it,  nor  did  he  want  this  to  devolve  into  a  fight  like  the  many  times  before    (    though  holding  his  tongue  was  never  a  strong  point  of  the  younger  man    )        ‘        -    you  just  up  and  leave  and  i’m  supposed  to  believe  that  you  were  never  meant  to  hurt  me?  WHATEVER.        ’        fingers  pinch  at  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  the  chance  of  this  ending  well  were  slipping  from  his  grasp    -    for  old  time’s  sake  didn’t  quite  cut  it  anymore.        ‘        what  were  you  thinking?  how  am  i  supposed  to  get  over  you  when  you  keep  showing  up?  even  dragging  nate  along  this  time.        ’        gaze  settles  upon  the  other,  jaw  clenches    -    despite  everything,  he  was  still  somewhat  happy  to  see  his  former  partner.        ‘        -    and  everyone  thinks  i’m  the  crazy  one.        ’

       navigating  the  cosmos  alone  was  just  as  isolating  and  TERRIFYING  as  she  had  predicted,  but  what  she  had  not  expected  was  the  helplessness  and  dread  that  would  eventually  set  in.  temptations  would  tempt  her  honor,  most  especially  when  she  ran  out  of  enough  credits  for  food  and  reliable  transport.  all  symphony  had  now  to  work  with  was  a  simple  blaster,  the  clothes  on  her  back,  and  her  WORDS.  so  far  her  words  had  lead  her  into  a  dark  and  crowded  cantina,  where  several  decently-mannered  strangers  pointed  her  into  the  direction  of  a  smuggler  that  sat  in  the  far  corner.

       ‘  are  you  sam?  ’  the  dethroned  queen  asked  after  working  up  the  courage  to  approach.  ‘  you  smuggle  things,  right?  ’

              “ Dude, this is major. ”  He’s got that smug smile of every underage kid breaking the rules — even if he’s been sneaking beer every time his dad’s  ‘ away for work ’  . Steve takes the bottle of vodka from the other and flips it over, looking the label over a little bit, like he’s some sommelier.  ( Or ... wait, is that just wine? )  “ Last time we had stuff like this at a party, Tommy H. got grounded for like two months. ”  The worst fate for any teenager to suffer, right? And, not for nothing, he’ll throw it a little extra drama with,  “ After that, it was like prohibition all over again, I swear — parents had, like, a sixth sense. It was freaky. ”