He stretches his arms, resting them behind his head, genuinely confused at what she’s referring to. “What?” His high pitched question isn’t well met.
Reading the comment section on news articles online makes my brain rot. There’s no better place to loose faith in humanity than there.
Mind empty No demure No mindful Blank
"Were they for you?" This scene just really stuck with me from chapter 12 of @bouncymouse.bsky.socialarchiveofourown.org/works/38730024
I've slowly been editing the next chapter of Safehouse, and I think it's ready, but it's not very action-heavy. I feel like after the hiatus the story has had, it would benefit from more high-paced action now, but reordering chapters requires rewrites, and later chapters aren't even done yet. D:
"Swirling the dregs around in his chipped glass, he locks eyes with her, morbid curiosity making him want to see her face when the news drop."
