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ALTERED  CARBON  SENTENCES ↳↳  accepting ( @madtea​ )

❝ expect  nothing.  only  then  can  you  be  prepared  for  anything. ❞

          cosmo exhaled a sharp breath. as he shoved his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, his pupils dilated, expanding until they swallowed his irises completely and with it, his sight expanded. what he saw was difficult to describe, like seeing an intricate silver webbing that had been shredded until thin wisps of tendrils hung in the air and between the strings were places, realms, entire worlds and if he looked close enough he could peer into those places. but seeing was the easy part, actually interacting with these strings was where things always went south.

“    expect  nothing.    ”    cosmo repeated, he spared a glance at jefferson and as usual, his top hat was like a black spot that forced him to look away. he blinked rapidly in an effort to shake the feeling off and returned his focus back to his task at hand. open a doorway. he had done it before, once or twice, but every single time he had done it, he had almost died. it was why he had convinced jefferson to help him, he was the best portal jumper that cosmo had ever heard of and ever seen. capable of hopping from one world to the next, quite literally at a drop of a hat.    “    expect  nothing.    ”    he said again. he reached out, felt the wisps against his fingertips like cool water. he chose one of them, letting it slide between his fingers until he felt the familiar pressure against his eyes. he grasped hold of the small whisper of a different universe and tugged. as soon as he did, pain split through his eye sockets as if a wide needle had been shoved into them and cosmo swore as he jerked backwards.

         cosmo blinked rapidly, his pupils constricting back to a normal size as he shut his sight off.

            with a slight  squint  of emerald hues  ,  a  gaze  that looks him  up  &  down  ,  joan offers nothing more than a nonchalant  SHRUG  of shoulders  .  ‪❛‬  you don’t look very  mad  to me  .  ❜

             “    yeah,    maybe    we    can   have    a    tea    party    while    we’re    at    it.    ”    

                      glare    of    exasperation    is   thrown    at    the    man    before    her    (    he    claims   she’s    not    listening    –    he’s    simply   not    making    any    fucking    sense   );   Emma   is    beginning    to    lose    her    patience,    and    it   shows    in    the    way    she    taps    the    flat    heel    of   her    boot    against    the    ground,    and    the    sound   grows    louder    and    louder    each    time.        

                     If    it’s    all    the    same  to    you    –    she    doesn’t    fully    get    what   he    goes    on    about    at    all    (    she    cares   about    her    son,    that’s    it.    this    whole    goddamned   town    can    go    to    hell    for    all    she    knows   ),   and    it    seems    that    he’s    beginning    to   grow    frustrated    with    it    as    well.    Good,    maybe   then,    he    will    start    knocking    off    the    bullshit   talk    and    actually    tell    her    what    Regina    Mills   is    hiding.    By    now,    Emma    doesn’t    put    it    past   the    woman    to    have    poisoned    Sheriff    Graham,   somehow.    That    means    her    son    is    in    danger   being    anywhere    near    that    witch.

                      “    look,    the    last    thing   i    need    is    you    giving    me    shit    for    being   the    only    rational    one    here.    ”

                      exhale    through    gritted    teeth  (    she’s    had    a    long    day,    a   long    week    –    the   longest    month.    it   shows    on    the    dark    circles    curling    under   her    eyes    ),    and    this    man    is    not    helping  his    case    at    all.    Truth    be    told,    Emma   wonders    still    why    she    keeps    coming    back   to    him    (    there    is    something    oddly    ominous   about    Jefferson    –    anyone    with   common    sense    would    steer    far    away   from    him    ).

                 it    is    dangerous    to  dwell    on    his    words    for    too    long    –   she’s    starting    to    doubt    what’s    real    and    what   is    not;    she’s    starting    to    trust    only    that   which    she    can    touch    and    see.    Perhaps,    she   surmises,    it’s    simply    the    lack    of    sleep   getting    to    her    (    perhaps    this    town    is   getting    to    her    too,    the    cookie    –    cutter   picture    of        stepford’s    nightmare    );    whatever  reason    might    be,    she    finds    herself    coming    back   to    Jefferson    as    if,    sooner    or    later,    she   would    be    willing    to    buy    into    his    stories.   That,    in    itself,    terrifies    her.

he  ,    a child of winter   ,   thrives here     ;     especially when accompanied by someone who    understood    what it was like to crave nothing less than the world    .     ❝     i hope you did not find the ice   too slippery    ?     ❞      smile wide and wicked in its core  .    there is genuine interest in the question   ,    the other not from around here    (     world or country    ,    he still cannot be sure    )     but no frame of reference has been provided   .     a mystery for clever minds to unravel    .