#spacefell

there’s a slump in his voice an an ever bigger slump in the way he dragged himself at the door at the pounding of entrance door and constant bell ringing ━unsure how the place was still holding together, spirale shenanigans he guessed━, the sensitive albino eyes in a squint as there was too much light the moment he turned the handle and he wasn’t sure if it was the goddamn sun or harley’s smile. “ jade, ah━━you could have called. what is it? ”

         WE ARE BUT ORBITING PLANETS ! A gravitational pull that kept both women perfectly aligned with one another. The time was midday and the restaurant slowed to a stagnant lull between dining hours. Outside of the luxury establishment in the winter chill she stands. The biting cold hardly a deterrent from the promise of smoke so readily filling her lungs. As she exhales the witch makes her grand appearance. Difficult to miss, clad in deep ebony with snow white ears nestled in herequally dark hair. 

send ✏ and i’ll draw your muse

❝  We aren’t exactly suitably armed for this sort of apocalyptic situation, but I suppose our experience in the field of ‘world-ending events’ can offer some comfort.  ❞

a bb gun and a pair of needles were not prime examples of zombie-slaying apparatus but they’d have to make do seeing as how they didn’t have much else. it was as if they had jumped down to the bottom of their echeladder ( forcibly pushed down, really ) but hey, if they had managed to survive sburb at the age of thirteen, they could make it through this - especially since they still held some power thanks to the remnants of godhood the city had not taken from them. jade was an advantageous partner to have in such a situation too, given her skill in a hunt that she had held even from a young age. encountering her long-time friend in this city had been yet another positive turn in rose’s otherwise grim luck. 

damn, she loved being the new protagonist of ‘the walking dead’.

『 * nah, i think you’re pretty good. 』