#weavecalled

       "jeremy," he said, a faint polite smile appearing on his features. "you’ve never been one to dawdle, so no, hardly a wait at all." he tilted his head, gaze curious. "it’s been too long since our last meeting — always a pleasure, your company." he recalled it to be polite; something he couldn't say about all encounters he had with his species. || @weavecalled

"i will be calling her... saint jude, after miss jude milhon, who explored the technicalities of hacking in her written work, but also explored it's philosophical and ethical dimensions. she advocated for the idea that hacking was a powerful tool for challenging established norms and that women could wield this tool to reclaim spaces traditionally denied to them. so yeah. saint jude, who just so happens to be besties with the fly plushie on the wall called malware unicorn - mal for short - as gifted to me by katherine."

"I see," Floribeth mutters, face carefully blank. It's the fight of her life not to look down at the mess of what was once a person at Wolf's feet. "Forgive me for asking but... why was this necessary again?"

She's been around for awhile, but she doesn't know as much as she wants to.

               The promise of Antonio’s pancakes chases away some of her grumpiness and she nods as she sits down next to him. “Well, it would certainly be unwise to refuse werewolf’s food in the heart of their home.” She yawns into her coffee. “Especially when said werewolf happens to be Antonio.”

" A nice night? For the likes of us? Perish the thought, my friend. You might as well be CURSING us with your words. " She could hardly stand to be optimistic even though he was right in a way. They had left the endless shadows behind them, finally stepping into the sun again, feeling a little more alive than before. They had conquered moonrise, defeated Ketheric — faced a God and survived! They had all reason to be optimistic and yet the thought alone made her feel sick. " I suggest we do not TEST our luck by stating out loud that we believe the night may be pleasant for once. " Gods only knew what the city would bring. They had not yet reached the gate but the anticipation was very much tangible among them and Wren, although cursed with the loss of precious memories, knew she was coming home.