#nxtritething

                       jack let out a soft laugh, looking over at her as they walked down the night street. he was no stranger to walking people home -- though crime was ( relatively ) low, he understood the unease some people had. so when he’d run into anna on the street and offered to walk her home, as any kind, good guy like himself would. “ dont mention it, red. ” jack grinned, hands in his jacket pockets. “ im headed the same way anyways, its nothin’. ” he shrugged. “ though i gotta ask -- what’re you doing out so late ?? ” it was the early hours of the morning and he was just getting off a shift from work, but he was curious as to her reasoning. 

𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙴  :  because  i  have  a  stockpile  of  these

𝙼𝙹  :  well  what  part  of  ‘ murder  castle ’  seemed  left  open  to  interpretation  to  you 𝙼𝙹  :  h.  h.  holmes  was  like  the  first  documented  serial  killer  in  the  u.s. 𝙼𝙹  :  his  hotel  makes  the  winchester  house  look  like  an  airbnb 𝙼𝙹  :  i  wanna  see  pictures  of  it  so  bad

                        “ oh, I know... ” gansey sighed as he looked at the book in front of him, notes being written maticulously ( and seemingly without effort at the same time ) into the the notebook next to him. he set the pen down, shaking his head as he readjusted his glasses carefully. “ it just seems like im chasing after something ive already found, and I cant help but wonder if im wasting my time... ” sure, the memory of finding glendower was hazy, at best, but there was no denying it happened. he could feel it in his bones -- he’d awoken the king before. he’d just have to do it again, all from scratch, and part of him was excited ( again ?? could it be again if he didn’t fully remember the first time ?? ) while the other part of him was questioning why he should do it again when he already had once. 

                          “ well, no shit. ” connor couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, looking up at her with disdain from the stack of papers in front of him. he didn’t know what had brought on the exclamation, but he set his pen down and leaned back in his chair. sure, the papers in front of him had to be finished and graded by next class, but he had two days until then and the teacher wouldn’t care. he was far more interested in what caused her to speak out like that. “ but you’ve got me -- what’s so shitty about it today of all days ?? ”