#mournlamb

jeez .. why were they so quick to question ? " nothin's goin on . " he half chuckled with a shit eating grin .. minutes from attack .. he timed everything perfectly when a target entered .. he was the hunt . he left for a moment and she had to sit in black .. a generator switched , aggressive as it attempts to keep speed and produce enough light to make out the shop .

Song (Shuffle): Ainsi bas la vida – Indila

"It's strange, right?" It wasn't like him to talk to strangers in such a way, but work had been especially stressful and his head was running in circles. He'd drink it all down if he didn't have to continue work later in the night. Still, here he was, at the bar, pretending to drink his sorrows away, chugging down mocktails, instead.

"Believing others blindly. Believing in your head, your instincts. It's not like they never fail..." How are they not scared? How do they allow the heart to follow, regardless of the possibilities and the ways people have failed before?

"That's how life lows... Someone told me that once, and I repeat that to myself, when I need to. I guess, that's how people justify whenever things take a wrong turn." But he didn't always feel like it was life's fault, more so his own. Yeah, maybe, it was always his fault. That's how life lows, he tries to tell himself again, bring some peace as he turns over to really study the presence by his side. A stunning lady, victim of his nonsensical ramblings.

Song (Shuffle): Eureka – Rokudenashi

Inho knows he shouldn't be drinking this much when near another. His thoughts spill easier, he gives in, he opens up... He blames it on the alcohol, because there's no way he would want to say more if not for that, right? It wasn't because of her presence itself or the way they shared this lonely space, the way he had exposed himself to her way before the alcohol settled in.

"There is no chance now, but... before all of this, I wished someone would have taught me to be a kind, dependable person." There's a glimpse of what his old self had begged, as he prepared himself to kill to survive. As he teared through others, he teared through himself and the family he wished to have. He destroyed any chance of being a good person, he knows that...

Hurting, making mistakes, failing... He knows where it all leads to, where he landed.

Song: HOT TO GO – Chappell Roan

Emma hated how shallow her so-called friends at school could be. It was all fine and dandy when she was at her peak, at her finest, beloved by all... When she was down and needed some comfort, no one was there for her.

Her solution? Approaching a stranger and starting up a conversation. It took her no time to start talking about her most recent problems as if the other had asked.

"You seem as lonely as I am," Emma admits with ease as she takes a seat. "My friends think I'm too ambitious I guess... I don't want the world, just this city is enough. Isn't that something anyone would want?"

Another sigh comes over and she is back to talking.

@mournlamb : superman & lois .

fingers  balance  a  pencil  between  the  knuckles ,    the  lead  worn  down  to  nothing  and  yet  there's  barely  anything  of  worth  scrawled  across  the  paper .   a  name  he  can  just  about  remember ,   a  place ,   a  crude  drawing  of  something  that  just  resembles  a  horse .    a  slow  intake  of  breath  stirs  him ;    the  bitten  pencil  is  dropped  with  a  clatter ,   fingers  instead  reach  to  scratch  at  stubbled  cheek  and  the  harsh  angle  of  his  jaw  with  uneven  nails  that  sting  more  than  they  satisfy .        " low . "