#skullfck

"What is it?" He's been looking at her funny since she got here. Windows are sealed shut, it's dark and silent in a way that makes her suspicious of the calm. Willow knows something is wrong, but knowing how to navigate it is a different story. He seems on edge, wary. A cornered animal about to bite. She uses her most casual voice, hoping to disarm this combative energy -- but it seems only to agitate him more.

@skullfck said: it's wearing you wrong.

"Wearing me wrong?" Willow looks down at herself. "What, my top? Didn't know you were such a fashionista..."

She laughs queasily. Doesn't want to assume the worst, that this is paranoia, that this is the heroin comedown and a missed set of his medication... But she knows, deep down, that she isn't responding to exactly what he said. She's never seen him get this way before. Not up close.

it doesn't look like 626. the first thing it notes as it peers at hyuntae's new specimen; its skin has drawings all over it, its hair is long and unruly and a closer shade to heather's than its own, hyuntae's, dc-2. in all of 626's dreaming of what the others are like, it had never stopped to imagine that it wouldn't look familiar.

this difference is enough to make it hesitate only slightly, linger in the crack in the door and watch it slouch against the wall of its cage.

626 wonders what number this is. has it been here before? for the first time in its life, it might fear something it can actually see. large and imposing, blue-eyed, sun-kissed. what if it hates it?

those icy eyes dart over to 626 now, alerted perhaps by its small gasp, or a shuffling of feet. 626 freezes, eyes wide, then decides to put its best foot forward.

[ TO : @skullfck         ✉️          yoshiki is typing . . . ]

[txt] was supposed to be a surprise but i am in the states, came to visit [txt] that fucking information broker is sniffing around again, bet you already know that [txt] is there something happening?

@skullfck proposed: ❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜ ✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ flirt with death?

✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ! If she were in a worse mood, she might have since he surely assuming that just because she’s a pretty face, she can handle her own. Well! All of that fiery rage is replaces quickly when she turns to see him — blue eyes, blond curls, and OH, would you get a load of those muscles…! It's hard to stay mad when looking at something so pretty!

“ Oh! What a gentleman…! ” a gloved hand to her chest, a devilish cheshire smile — she’s flirting! “ Are you going to protect me? My knight in shining armor! ”

          𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐀 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, the memory of rainstorms held in the pothole puddles and backed up storm drains. The yellowed streetlights buzz, pouring their sickly colored light down on the two men that walk and smoke and enjoy their stolen beers. The bar was too loud, the pulse of the music made Hawk’s budding migraine threaten to bloom, and the promise of a sale was enough to draw him out into the cold, out into the open. And closer to Home, which loomed in the distance like a dark cathedral, tall and imposing. Small but grand. Looming but inviting.

          @skullfck said: “Did you know this place was here?”

          “ I live on the street, remember? I told you that in the bar, ”     August chuckles, free hand stuffed deep into the pocket of his jacket,     “ It just kinda sprouted up over night — well sorta. The foundation was there for a little while but I didn’t see the house until this morning — well, evening. Rich people can actually pay to get their houses moved, believe it or not. What’s insane is I didn’t hear any work on the street that night. No trucks, no cranes, no nothing. ”

     Oh, wow. Dipper feels incredibly small tucked into his man’s shadow like this, brown eyes struggling to so much as glance up at the startlingly clear blue eyes.     “ Well, I’m glad about that, ”     there is an awkward laugh that follows, one that last for just a little too long. And Hawk isn’t laughing. Dipper snaps his mouth closed, instead choosing to clear his throat.

     “ Y-You know, I was actually here to ask you something, do you have the time? ”