#murderasscience

38 hours. If he got to 48, she was breaking a window, jumping out of it, and sprinting for the cops. He’d never been gone this long. And when he was, he’d tell her. Or he’d call and check in --- if he could. But this was...different. He hadn’t told her where he was going, which meant it wasn’t supposed to be long. Which meant he should have been back now. After spending the first 24 hours distracting herself by working way ahead on the online classes she was taking, and then cleaning the whole apartment, and then rearranging his book shelf so that everything was in alphabetical order ---- she was starting to get panicked. And she resorted to pacing. It was late. Or early. And she was starting to wonder what the hell she was supposed to do if he didn’t come back when she heard it. 

Instinctively, she sprinted towards the walls, hitting a few spots until she found the section that gave way to reveal the handgun stashed behind it. ( She’d found it a few months ago after throwing a book at the exact right spot and filed the information away for future reference ). The gun fumbled awkwardly in her hands or a few moments as the footsteps drew closer, but by the time the door jiggled slightly, she had it poised, pointed, hands shaking only slightly at whoever was about to walk in. 

Send me ♫ and I will make a 5-10 SONG PLAYLIST for our muses!

SEBASTIAN AND NOAH

Bastille - Another place

James Arthur - Skeletons

Billie Eilish - Bad Guy

Billie Eilish - My strange addiction

Dermot Kennedy - Power over me

Jonas Brothers - Sucker

EMMA AND NOAH

Shawn Mendes - Nervous

Go Radio - Goodnight Moon

Elvis Presley - Can't help falling in love with you

Roy Orbinson - Pretty Woman

for the most part, the cliff was secluded.  enough to be alone, to have privacy, and it had the same view as the beach so it wasn’t like she could miss any potential rescues.  ones that never seemed to come.  rapunzel just stood there, looking to the horizon that went on for eternity, dry tears on her cheeks being met with fresh ones as they rolled down her eyes.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”  

being alone, she felt it was acceptable to scream out, to just let it all out.  no one could hear her, and in an hour she’d be calm enough to rejoin everyone and continue on with trying to find a way off the island, looking for food... everything.  but now?  now she didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t worried.  she didn’t have to pretend like her optimism was anything but blind - it was hitting her that, maybe, they weren’t being rescued at all.

“this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening; what, how, why is this happening?”  her breaths were beginning to stagger and she threw her arms out, resting her hands to her head, her fingers gripping at her hair.  she turned around, facing away from the cliff’s edge ( she was about to walk in circles, to pace - a nervous habit she had ) but was stopped short when she saw sebastian.  “oh, i-- um.  i didn’t think anyone else was up here.  i---”

But after about a week, his photographic memory had begun to realize that one face was consistently tailing him every time he wandered out into the New York City streets and outside the Sanctum Sanctorum. He felt foolish in not having recognized it sooner, given the face was also one that was quite a few inches above the average head level in New York. Still, Stephen knew so many people’s faces having become a sorcerer that telling them apart wasn’t always the easiest thing for him. Remembering context wasn’t as always as easy as remembering details. Eye color, slope of the nose, jaw shape, set of the shoulders.

After two weeks, even he wasn’t stupid enough to miss the fact that it wasn’t just a local’s coincidence to keep running into this man. And even though his specialty in superstition, paranoia, and general suspicion made him both more aware of the nuances and more ignorant of the generalities than most, he wasn’t a flat out blockhead. And it might have been the death knell of his ignorance, his own death knell, or the death knell of his stalker when the shadow in question started lurking, stalking around the Sanctum’s sidewalks and alleys late into the night.

Late, of course, when no sane human was awake, but Stephen Strange naturally was.

So finally, his patience wore thin, and when the lone talk lurker made his way past the front door, Stephen was there waiting for him in the entryway, leaning against the light beaming out of the doorway. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he said sharply. “Why the hell are you so interested in me? Unless of course you’re after something else than just me, in which case I’m equally interested because you followed me in the last week approximately at least twice grocery shopping, three times to my favorite bar, and six times to meet with clients at my favorite hot dog place. So what gives?”

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It seemed like the universe was smiling down at her and gifting her with this beautiful sunny day.

It seemed like a rarity ever since she moved across the world that held a different kind of beauty. But, the sunshine, the sun felt like home. And it was an excuse to be out of the house for a little bit, easing the mundanity of errands. Of course, she had to be that person who took pictures when the sun came out. And for some reason she couldn’t wait to show these photos to Sebastian--well, when he healed.

Although, even on one of her sunniest days, it still felt like someone was watching her, following her.

Finally, after a couple of hours of errands and soaking in some sun, Eloise finally made it back to her flat, paper bags in hand. A smile rose from her lips when the first thing she heard was his voice.

“Well, I bought some zucchini noodles, so I thought I’d make some with chicken and then tonight I was thinking balsamic mushroom pasta. I found this great recipe online and thought I’d try it out.” And by online, she meant Pinterest. “There’s leftover salmon if you’re not feeling chicken.”

El moved to the kitchen and set down the groceries, beginning to unpack its content. “It is! It felt so good to be outside...I practically wanted to get sunburned.” The blonde laughed, giggling to herself. It was most likely the weather that brightened her mood like this. 

“How’s the window seat? You’re exactly where I left you.”

Most days, Nic isn’t sure how he survived to this point. Sure, he’s a quiet person by habit, and he’d been at home when the first of them had arrived, but after that? He just got lucky. It’s not like he was living in the country - no, he was in the middle of a huge city, and even if he wasn’t making noise, things and people around him definitely were. He just got really, really lucky - because he ran into Sebastian, who was way more equipped at handling this new situation than Dominic was.

And now they’re... here - in some little house in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to a town for them to walk and get supplies. It’s... more work than anyone thinks about, living past the end of the world. Nic’s just glad he has company.