#watching. taking.

[She reached the cabin. It felt old, but at least this was something familiar. She began whining outside, circling the cabin as she tried to figure out what to do.]

(@vapor-web)

[Laertes freezes. He shouldn’t be in here. He shouldn’t be in here, and she knows it. She needs to move on. But…twenty minutes can’t hurt, can they?]

- Pandora (@vapor-web)

[She crouched down by the slab once more, hesitating. Should she? Wouldn’t this be a bad idea? Not like she hasn’t made enough of them already. It was in her blood. She pushed the slab away and peered in.]

Hello?

[She could hear her own voice echo all the way down. Just a remnant of the real thing.]

(@vapor-web)

She hears thumping, a thousand hearts pulsing in tandem, a thousand pickaxes beating against the earth. She can almost see the bottom of this thing, and there's light down there, real light, but not the light of the sun.

Someone is stomping. Or perhaps many someones, their boots slamming into the ground one by one, making the walls shake and the ceiling crack and crumble.

Someone is singing.

Afternoon.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

(@vapor-web)

And, true enough, it was. He might not know her face or her name, but he'd know it was her if he were blind. He'd know her by the sound of creaking metal, the bitter scent of oil and rust that always lingers with him long after she's gone. He'd know her, and know that she's a friend.

Anyways, I wanna ask you something. Please, is it alright if I move in with you? It doesn’t feel right to be here anymore, not with what happened.

- Cassiopeia (don’t get attached to the name, I think I’m gonna change it pretty soon) (@vapor-web)

I'm gonna level with you, I could probably use the company. 'Specially with the gun gone. Too much time and not enough to do with it.