#junkfathers

teddy's  being  apprehended  once  again  by  adrian's  flock,  this  time  at  an  airport  after  leaving  a  trail  of  bodies  in  his  wake.  he'd  intended  to  slip  out  of  town  quietly  on  a  red-eye  flight  but  it  seems  he  hadn't  covered  his  tracks  well  enough.  the  sun  is  beginning  to  rise  and  he  knows  it's  in  his  best  interest  to  seem  compliant.  he's  tossed  into  another  holding  room,  tripping  over  ungraceful  feet  before  raising  his  head  and  meeting  a  watchful  gaze.  concerningly,  the  sheep  seem  to  disperse  after  that.  "you  didn't  have  to  send  the  coast  guard  after  me,  you  know.  perhaps  i  would've  picked  up  the  call  if  you  said  you  wanted  a  word,"  he  offers,  an  arched  brow  raising  as  he  takes  a  few  hesitant  steps  forward.  teddy  can  only  assume  adrian's  unhappy  with  how  they  left  things,  might  be  feeling  quite  aggrieved,  especially  since  he'd  dropped  eight  people  once  he  was  no  longer  in  a  state  of  paralysis.  an  eye  for  an  eye,  he  supposes,  and  he'd  been  very  hungry.  especially  after  what  transpired  between  them.

he's  cycling  through  several  conflicting  emotions,  oscilating  wildly  between  irritation  and  jubilation.  teddy  is  used  to  living  on  the  outs  of  society  and  slipping  through  the  margins  of  history,  looked  at  but  not  seen.  he's  elated  that  adrian  is  continuing  his  hunt  and  doesn't  do  well  hiding  it.  "it's  been  a  while  since  i've  been  pursued  so  relentlessly.  i  can't  help  but  feel  overwhelmed.  you  really  pulled  out  all  the  stops,"  teddy  mutters,  batting  his  lashes  playfully.  he'd  been  a  relatively  easy  capture,  but  teddy  can't  control  the  passage  of  time  and  it's  another  reminder  that  he's  a  creature  that  can  be  reasoned  with.  when  his  pride  isn't  getting  in  the  way,  at  least.

"it'd  be  a  blight  against  your  god,  but  perhaps  we  should  just  get  hitched  instead.  an  easier  fix  to  this  life-long  commitment  of  making  sure  i  keep  my  nose  clean."  teddy  pulls  the  folding  chair  out  for  himself,  crossing  his  legs  and  taking  a  seat.  it's  been  a  long  time  since  the  possibility  of  damning  another  human  to  live  an  existence  like  his  crossed  his  mind  but  he  knows  it's  because  adrian  is  so  adamant  on  passing  judgement  on  him  and  he's  seen  the  most  moral,  sound  of  mind  men  bow  to  the  whims  of  the  curse.  he  wants  to  see  adrian  bound  and  broken  on  his  knees.  there  is  no  other  reason.  "do  you  still  feel  god's  presence  when  we  have  our  little  talks,  father?"  teddy  thinks  he's  tuned  in  to  another  station,  one  that  gets  more  radioplay.  the  little  hymns  he  used  to  sing  as  a  mortal  go  unheard.

James wasn’t entirely used to being stood up by people but to be fair, she didn’t go out on dates all that much to begin with. Her shenanigans and her family’s name were constantly in the tabloids so it was hard to find someone who wanted to go out with her for her or for a cool story they could tell their friends later. But she’d taken the risk and this is where it landed her. Seeing someone walk up to her table from the corner of her eye, James downed the rest of her Sauv Blanc, drowning her hopes for the night, before turning to them. “Before you ask, yes, I was waiting for someone and yes, it is pathetic I waited almost an hour before realizing they weren’t coming.”

catherine's  just  finished  practicing,  slightly  damp  hair  curling  at  the  base  of  her  neck.  her  form  today  had  been  terrible  and  she  didn't  land  some  of  the  more  difficult  jumps  she'd  been  practicing.  she  opens  her  locker,  ready  to  just  grab  her  belongings  and  head  home  to  lick  her  wounds  when  she  spots  an  envelope  addressed  to  her  along  with  a  yogurt  drink.  her  brows  furrowed,  puzzled.  catherine  is  used  to  receiving  unsolicited  presents  and  unwanted  attention  from  men,  but  this  had  to  be  from  somebody  here.  she  whirls  around  to  face  the  nearest  person,  clutching  the  envelope  and  yogurt  with  a  frown.  "did  you  do  this?  do  you  like  me,  or  something?  you  should  give  up,"  cat  says,  swallowing  thickly  as  she  meets  their  gaze,  eyes  widening  slightly.

raewyn frowned, her head canting slightly to one side as she approached the other at what was a usual spot for the two. “ are you alright?? " she kept her tone light, cautious. “ you’ve been staring at your food… kinda look like you wanna murder your lunch right now… ”

ok  so.  i  cannot  write  this  without  it  inevitably  turning  into  an  embarrassing  love  letter  that  exposes  Both  of  us  for  our  cheesy  fondness  but  you  and  i  have  been  through  a  lot  together.  like  #alot  alot  !!  there's  still  leaps  &  bounds  to  go,  as  we  both  take  steps  to  being  our  happiest  and  most  free  selves  but  i  often  sit  and  think  about  our  funny  little  love  story,  with  all  of  its  idiosyncrasies  and  i  Smile.  you  bring  a  big  smile  to  my  face  Every  fucking  day  and  i  just  think  that,  i  was  in  a  place  where  i  was  so  tired  of  having  my  boundaries  crossed  and  having  my  emotions  stepped  on  that  when  you  were  like.  just  jokingly.  "i'm  NOT  talking  about  conan  o'brien"  it  was  such  a  silly  fucking  line  to  draw  but  a  healthy  boundary  that  you  set  and  i  naturally  gravitated  towards  ...