#waywardduality

He probably shouldn’t have gotten involved. He didn’t really think about it at the time. There was some kid being roughed up in a two on one fight and that hardly seemed fair, so he figured he’d break it up, send them all on their way. The problem came when they fought back, one of them pulling a knife around the time a whole group of his buddies started heading their way. It’s not like he couldn’t fight his way out, he could. The issue was he had no intentions of leaving anyone dead on the ground tonight, and one bad punch with the wrong arm could crack a skull. 

So instead of fighting, he ran. 

  “You know now that you say it, I could go for some too. Have you seen how many different ones have come out? I saw Lucky Charms hot chocolate in a store not too long ago. I am not sure if I want to try it or want to pretend I never saw it.” He chuckles.

There was little amusement in the Dream Lord's features even as a quiet chuckle leaves his lips, almost imperceptible as he tilted his head to regards the creature in front of him at his comment. The sentiment wasn't too far from understanding - Desire and instinct often intertwined.

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seance swears he’s seen this man’s face before. can’t quite put a finger on WHERE. or WHEN. but there’s something so familiar about the way he looks. if he could put a finger on it, that’d be great. otherwise. no doubt. it’s bound to hit him at three o’clock in the morning, or some bullshit out like that (when he should be asleep, but he knows he won’t be) and then he’s going to feel like shit because nine times out of ten, it’s a realization that he’s totally snubbed someone he forgot he knew. or sort’ve known. or should’ve known. 

lips pucker unevenly as front teeth chew against the right corner. his favorite side. a little scar, rather indent, on the inside says so. he’s busy, this guy. so’s he. a light tan laptop’s open on his tabletop inside the cafe’. took work out for a walk trying to get outside of his head. or outside the walls of the old farmhouse he’s decided to air bnb cause the one he lives in permanently’s starting to do him a dirty and suck the inspiration out of his head.

it’s a quaint place he drove to in the middle of the night. nowhere planned. picked a spot and went with it without really questioning. his dogs kenneled into the back of his car and ten hours later, they were where they were. massachusetts. right outside salem. cheesy enough for him this time of year? you bet. so? he’s holed up in some place using their wi-fi and staring at someone who’s been unaware until...

It was a hard thing to watch, someone being tortured over and over again with little to no success. Not that anything would have been considered a success to her. Hydra, had kept, had been torturing this man, Jack, for weeks. Even if he’d wanted to talk, it would probably have only been to tell them whatever they wanted to hear, whatever made them stop. It was something they didn’t seem to understand. He instead had told them nothing, which was smart. If they’d gotten what they were after from him, the secrets of his serum, they only kill him, or drain him near dry, or drive him mad.

The day couldn’t get any worse, Tony not only was sitting around one of the worst places to get coffee, but the date that he was supposed to have, bailed at the last moment. Something came up. Sorry. I can’t miss this. Tony was a lot of things, but he wasn’t naïve, he knew what that text really meant. Maybe his reputation with potential “love interests” was getting out of hand. He rapped his fingers on the table, bored and unable to bring himself to just leave. What would that do to his reputation for people to see him leaving without giving away the rose on the table? To make it worse, it seemed everyone was already there with someone else, or very much not the type who would receive his advances well. He couldn’t just play it off like he was simply waiting for someone to catch his eye. 

“Shouldda used Tindr.” he muttered to himself under the sound of the music. At that moment he was willing to let the next person walking by share his table, just so he could get rid of the cursed slowly wilting rose in front of him. He stood up to get more coffee, despite it tasting so awful he was sure the amount of sugar needed to make it taste okay, was enough to wreck his pancreas. His eyes diverted into his empty cup, wondering why anyone would ever choose this place to have coffee much less a date. He must’ve been too engulfed in his own thoughts to notice he was about to bump shoulders with someone.

     She had been reading, and though she could easily feel the waves of Jack’s mood coming from the bedroom, she had tried her very best to ignore it. She couldn’t tune it out, but she didn’t want to intrude either. So unless he came to her, she wouldn’t acknowledge it. The fact that she had been on the same damn page for the last hour had nothing to do with any of it.