#thread: ted

"I didn't have a lot of pals growin' up till I's in high school or so. Just t'give you an idea, when I was 12, I invited my math teacher to my birthday party."

@gentlemansluth

“I don’t know how to stop lookin’ suspicious, I’m tryin’ to look un-suspicious and this is how I look…”

"Why didn't anyone want to go trick or treating with Dracula? Because he is a pain in the neck!"

"How did the skeleton know it was going to rain on Halloween?" Ted waited for a guess. Then, "...He felt it in his bones."

His horse was saddled at the stable just at the edge of town, his rations and healing supplies restored, and that left Lasso wandering around town square, people approaching him to genuinely ask after his adventures, what seal he bore on his robes, or to simply try and distract him so that his coin-purse could be nicked.

After a while, that reminded him enough of a certain someone to make his way to the Siren’s Song again. It had been some time, after all.

Tav was never the most forthcoming, but Ted could see in the way he drank or in the sidelong looks he gave tonight that something had struck him lately. Lasso wouldn’t pry—if Tav wanted to talk, he would. So, after finishing a story about a young farmhand tipping him off to a creature that was terrorizing their farm at night, Ted’s seat edged closer to Tav’s at the bar.

❝  Sometimes…things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds, it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞