#vulturepit

“ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙿𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃... ” from freddie trotteville, @vulturepit

𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒, an act of mock-surrendering before the very idea as opposed to freezing up entirely and floundering like many of his less theatrical colleagues. alas, MULDER'S RESULTING EXPRESSION IS ANYTHING BUT REVERENT ( 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎. ) with his brow pinched &. his facial features nothing short of perplexed, he looks more incredulous than anything as he bites back a scoff: ❛   ────whoa, whoa .. just hang on a second - my equipment? [ ... ]  ❜ allowing that final, question-raising syllable to remain suspended in the air for around four and a half seconds before daring to continue; immediately thereafter breathing out a dry chuckle, then nursing the ache in his temples by running a hand roughly down his face.

"spooky mulder" once again proves to be linked to his image despite how far from washington he manages to roam, like a shadow that he can't quite seem to shake off.

( 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗, ) ❛   look. it's trotteville, right? .. i get it. word spreads between us guys from the mundane white halls of the federal government, to underfunded local law enforcement chatting around a table drinking stale coffee. spooky mulder who works down in the basement chasing little green men.  ❜