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eventually, layla pulled in to park close to the driveway. she stepped out of the van and hastened into the funeral home only to find it empty; or, at least, the living room was. “ damn it, ” she cursed. she had been so hell bent on getting there that she’d forgotent to call beforehand to schedule an appointment. sure, kevin harris, the person she'd spoken on the phone, was aware of the deliver, though the two of them never quite agreed on a time.

Or maybe not. His smartphone had been on 53 percent when the screen went dead. Like the flashlight in the House. And the growling like the dogs. 

        “i've been DOWN the very road you're walking now. it doesn’t have to be so DARK and LONESOME. it takes a while but we can FIGURE this thing out, and turn back around.”

His mouth was positioned to say no, but there was only the very beginning of the ‘n’ that could be heard. Yes, he did need space. The energy this woman carried was insane: the literal and figurative ghosts of her past, and an ability of her own to read others. It was overwhelming to the empath, but he didn’t want to seem like a freak. Finally, he said it: “No. I’m okay.” A forced smile to further push the idea that he was just fine, that everything was just fine. “Sorry. I just…had a moment there. Medical shit.” He tapped the side of his head. While the state of his health and the limitations it created were beyond unpleasant, at least he could blame any odd behavior on his neurological disorder.

“Now be honest, did you just ask me over because you needed help fixing the radiator? Because I could have found you someone online to do it...from the warmth of room,” she grinned playfully. “Or we could just go in there,” she gestured to the main house.

@hauntngs / Theo’s gay princess AU

Still, some of the looks were priceless, such as now, standing in front of Mr. Torrance himself with copies of both his first and his latest novels, waiting for each of them to be signed. Eugenia can’t help the smile wobbling it’s way onto her face. “Hi.” Get yourself together. “Would you-- could you sign these, please? My brother and I are big fans of yours.”