#wolfstole

Drawing in a slow breath, Bloodhound folded their arms against their chest and pointedly glanced away. They shouldn't have been surprised by how easily it was for Loba to call them out. But they were. And in most cases they didn't mind--

..In this instance, however, they couldn’t help but feel a little conflicted. Not because they didn't trust the thief to truly hear what they had to say, but because saying something they'd been avoiding meant acknowledging it. And Hound wasn’t sure which was worse: running from it, or facing it?

    "I suppose I have always felt the best when I was on the move. Going somewhere rather than being there." A restlessness the hunter wasn't sure was part of their nature--or a disturbance in some fundamental part of their spirit. It pulled at them when they looked out at the cityscape below; intensified when they finally gave voice to it. They laughed to themselves mirthlessly, lowering their head. "..Sorry. It sounds strange when I say it out loud."

@wolfstole​.* : ❝  Like taking candy from a baby. ❞

❝  ‘Like taking candy from a baby.’ ❞

Caustic mocks her under his breath. There’s no real heat in his voice, but he’s starting to get tired of her little quips that she keeps throwing out.

@wolfstole​ said: ❝ tell me what i can do. i’ll make it up to you. ❞

                                                      florence + the machine

money begets sin. it’s simple math, really. greed of money, greed facilitates this most ancient of infractions, charmed only by the same color of green that colors original sin with the same envious promise of better living. better times ahead. better pastures on the horizon. it’s always greener somewhere else, the saying went. and well, he is by all means a sinning man. he can have his scruples, and when he can afford his morals again perhaps he will be a better man. this road is long and dark, however. 

better has other ideas. money in lives wasted is a rot that hangs on his heart with rusted nails and rotting wood, gateways to those greener pastures. but the thrill of the chase in long dead, golden grass? its warm.

               “ i ain’t got much to want ” he says, lying. lying for the sake of it, lying for the pity. regret. stories that are all too familiar and damn, it stings. “ my help ain’t cheap, but its never unjustified ”

predators testing the water, distance. 

gravity falls sentence starters part two

     greaaaat. great! fantastic! incredible!

     maybe it’s coincidence, but mirage is really hoping that she doesn’t know. sure, he’s an engineer and all, but sometimes technology gets away from him, and that was the exact thing that happened when he had posted that dating profile. wait, does that mean loba looked at -