#ofconstellctions

the forensics house was eerily silent, ridden of most of its tenants. dick found solace in his usual pockets of quiet throughout the building. the bay window on the ground floor. underneath the skylights in the second floor bathroom. that was the only fragment of normalcy around covington university. that, and the blind hatred cordelia underhill felt toward him. and sure, maybe he only fueled the dislike by acting like a pretentious asshole around her, but it was kind of fun to watch her heat up. almost as large as the thrill he found from listening to his own voice echo throughout the violet carter theater. of course, cordelia would be standing five yards to the left of him, glaring from the safety of the stage’s curtains.