#sleuthwitch

“Blinded by the liiiiiight! Madman, drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat!” he screeched in a playful sing-song voice and jammed his way into the kitchen. “In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat! With a boulder on my shoulder, feelinnn’ kinda older, I - ” His performance came to a screeching halt when he noticed the young woman sitting at his kitchen table, and he quickly composed himself as best he could. “Oh god, I’m sorry you had to see that. How long have you been up?"

"You doin' alright? Don't many new folks around here. 'sides me, I guess."

"You know, I always thought it would be cool to see a starfish up close! Though, I wouldn't want them to dry out on land - that'd seem pretty cruel,"

Hearing the sound of seagull, he was pulled from his thoughts and reminded he was at beach where there weren’t any dead bodies nearby. Reaching over he snatched up the handle of his small pail, and began to rise, and nodded in the direction of her own bucket, “Going for some water for the moat. You want me to bring you back some?”

He'd like to think that he'd be better at keeping his thoughts to himself, though with the ever-waning social interactions, Ethan found his expression sometimes made it easier to read him than he'd prefer. With a widening of his gentle yet sombre bright blue eyes, they seemed to scream that they wanted to be able to talk, to just be open with someone without having to be so afraid of what would come out of it. He wanted to believe her, wanted to talk about it like he'd never been able to do before, but he was too scared and perhaps too used to keeping it all bottled up. These were his burdens, his failings, his fears, he didn't need to pile any of it on top of someone else. "Thank you, but I, uh... I don't got nothin' worth listenin' to'." A saddened smile stretched across his face. "I promise. But thanks, anyways."

Hana sneezes and sniffles. Well, there goes any chance she had of saying she's fine. 'You really don't have to...' But the jacket is already being handed to her, giving her very little choice in the matter. She puts it on, but it's of little help. 'Really, I'll... I'll be fine. I just need to lay down when I get home.' Yes, she realises she's in no condition to drive or really go anywhere, but if there's one thing she is, it's determined. Hana attempts to stand, but it's a considerable effort, wincing as she feels her headache pound with every movement.

supernatural. the thought still didn't sit with him. not with anyone else around here. beggars can't be choosers. light, but he hated the way that sounded. he slides the folder across the desk to her. just random statements, facts, things that just about twisted the whole bloody force over themselves. "they told me to brief you." he eyes her a moment. funny that, she looks like anyone else. carries herself like anyone else. he's not uncomfortable in the least, unsure. just looking at her for a moment. the cut of her hair, the style of her clothes, just like anyone else. he looks away. "three girls vanished without a trace. they said you were good with this kind of thing." - @sleuthwitch

I think it's alot more organized since I started. Like a few years ago, you had to venture beyond the sight to really find good FC's, sources for writing and music. Now it's cool to see more blogs dedicated to well archived info (especially in regards to certain fc, controversies and content). Muns are alot more understanding now too, I think cause we're all older (25+) with an understanding that we have lives outside of tumblr. I've gone on long breaks before cause of work and would get 50 million messages about not replying.