#kent stuff

This is the only photo of her I could find. I’m going to try to find out what her name is but I’m rlly excited. (kent does have longer hair though)

Jacie remembers Butch better than anyone. But out of all of the memories she had of the man, her favorite had to be of him cooking a holiday dinner while she sat at the kitchen table, leaning on her elbows and basking the the smell of cooking food.

It reminds her of those ancient photographs, the ones that are all brown-ish golden, it’s usually Zeta that brings it up too, seemingly fascinated by the woman in it, the way she smiles. She’s humming but the tune is something that Jacie can just barely grasp in her mind.

In the memory she’s running, all she can remember is the feeling of breathlessness, someone being just behind her, chasing her though city streets. She doesn’t remember if it was a dream or something from her childhood.

Sara, Sara reminds her of that smell that’s just after you get out of the shower to find that someone’s cooking. Like cleanliness and warm food.

The ocean. Unlike the rain, which she’s scared of, Jacie flat out hates the ocean, and the beach. The excessive smell of salt makes her nauseous after like a half an hour and sand always gets in places that it should never be. Take her to a lagoon or a pool or something, just not the ocean.