#vagrantwitch

henry grumbles, burrowing his face into the shoulders of the woman next to him. “we gotta get up soon, toots..” he yawns, trying to keep his eyes open. @vagrantwitch

sips loudly at.

     “i don’t expect you to believe me, but i’m not causing trouble. haven’t for a while now. all i’m doing is taking a walk, i swear on my own grave.”

              “drunk walkabouts? drunk walkabouts. i don’t even know if i can get drunk anymore, but we’re trying anyway.”

“two a.m knife fight with... god..” he swears, every time abigail open her mouth ,she said something that made this old soul laugh. he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with a bit of shyness. “no, no. i mean... we can. i just know that’s your usual late night diner hour..”

she smiles, scooting a little closer to the familiar of the park bench. they were waiting for abby to get done doing who knows what. anja was there to be the ‘voice of reason’, no doubt. she breaks the bready cake into two, mostly equal pieces, passing him the larger one. “there. do you think she’ll be much longer?”

     “how are you holding up?” seemed like things were getting worse and worse lately and while there was some morbid curiosity for the drama, he was concerned. seemed like the queens were going through hell lately.

     “wanna come on a quick trip to hawaii? i gotta go manipulate someone’s emotions and kill them because i’m a petty bitch but also-- mini vacation.”