#withinthesebones

"Juniper isn't here yet." Spirit rubs her eyes; she's just woken up after a very late nap. "She invited you for — for dinner? For food?"

“i don’t want to become a mystery. i refuse to become another goddamn mystery.”

        had the teenager snuck out to see the other  ?  yes. was it a wise idea considering his father was a detective  ?  no. but what was a boy to do when his crush just happened to text him to hang out after midnight  ?  there was no way in hell he wasn’t going out to see august but he couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia that kept creeping its way into the corners of his mind.    ❝    august ..  can we talk  ?  i   ──   i need to talk to you   &   i don’t want you to get pissed at me ..    ❞

It’s been ten long years, and Holly regrets not seeking help in looking for her sibling sooner. “I don’t have much information to go on,” she confesses sorrowfully, hand gripping the flute of her wine glass tightly. Her parents had kicked Oakley out after Holly had moved out of Florida, and it all had happened so quickly, she hadn’t been given a chance to stop it. “Oakley’s always been a free spirit, so I can’t even imagine what they might be doing. Other than indulging in their fantasies of chasing after ghosts.” And that’s sometimes what Holly feels like she’s doing, chasing after a ghost that continues to haunt her. “I don’t know if they would have changed their name. My guess is no...that just sounds like it would be too much paperwork for them to bother with.” With a heavy sigh and her heart on her sleeve, she leans forward, “Give it to me straight. What do you think the odds are of finding them?” 

 “Or can I?”

"is it as cold as it they say?"

molly brooks was incredibly nervous. to be fair, anxiety was sort of her natural state of being at times, but she truly thought she'd gotten over the worst of the butterflies and rolling waves in her gut that she first felt around ezra. they'd been fast friends, first meeting through work and then bonding over their shared love of music. molly had usually either felt like an elderly person or incredibly basic for her music taste, but dissecting it over 2 a.m. voice notes with ezra made the songs feel new and exciting again, like she was discovering them for the first time. molly's pulled from her thoughts by a knock at her apartment door, hurrying over to yank the door open— too late she realizes how eager this probably makes her look, standing back sheepishly as she offers ezra a smile. "um, sorry, old door and all..." molly knocks on the wood, clearing her throat as she waves him in. "i hope you found the place alright, it's kind of a wonky neighborhood. i was worried when i moved in that ups might have a hard time finding me, but it-it doesn't seem like it." closing the door after that fascinating story that doesn't leave her feeling warm all over, molly follows ezra into the living room, reaching over and holding up the prize that she'd invited him over for in the first place. a limited edition, original pressing of fleetwood mac's rumors. "you won't even believe where i found this. go ahead, guess!" she's more tickled now, settling into a spot on the couch as ripley (her beloved black cat) makes herself known by slinking in from the bedroom. she delicately hands ezra the record, looking rather proud of herself. "it was not cheap but i figured i deserved a little something something for finishing the second act of that horror project i was telling you about."

"I'm not going in there." It's the first time Fox will have seen Spirit be really, truly frightened.