#rexinvio

It didn't take long for them to get in the swing of things, but he was keeping up just fine. With her head in the crook of his neck, arms draped gently yet haphazardly around his long neck, she wondered what he was like, lifetimes ago. When was a boy of skin and bones, not metal and wires. It was usually best not to dwell, because it reminded her of what she didn't get to experience -- but it made her appreciate all she had. Sure, he was old and beaten up, he'd live long past her bones blew away in the dust, but even if all they had was this last moment, this dance-- it would be enough.

hi quin, you actually made me like horses, i was never into them so thank you.

I have a hard time thinking of Marcie getting old, especially when it comes to the Nemo stuff. Like, eventually she’ll be mentally older than him, and she’ll see how he’s stuck in a mental loop of being ~32. And she’s going to hate it. She’s going to hate her aging body, she’ll cry when she sees a new wrinkle, and she’ll worry that Nemo won’t want her anymore. 

“Look at what I found.”

“You didn’t need to come out here. If you would have just given me another minute everything would have been okay__”

"What did you call me?" :)

“Strange man walking in the middle of the road with glowing eyes and looking like death with a metal hand.......Looks friendly. Lets approach him.”