don’t panic
sometime in the interim after “Cut Loose” but before “Drift” by asherdashery, although kind of different and weird, because we didn’t have all these characters before, and Kaleb was Dog. i feel like we should title this series, but enh.
i don’t know what to do with this anymore blaaaahhh get out of my drafts
“‘Cause yeah, everybody here’s got somebody to lean on.”
did, does, will do
yeah sure let’s have some more ambiguous-era gangster AUs
the past, the present, the future
the dryer is broken
Stark and new and white,
the linens flap in the crisp breeze,
waving like kerchiefs
from the deck of a departing ship.
Their clean whiteness
contrasts with the cloudless blue of the sky.
We sit between the rows of laundry,
you and I,
ignoring our other work
(the sun rising higher in the sky)
and watching the sheets flutter like birds’ wings,
wondering if it’s warmer
in Florida.
we look like animals
wow the pacing for this is really weird
also it ends kind of abruptly, but i can’t think of how to keep going
From the moment he’s known Lyall Sinclair’s secret, Simon hasn’t really been able to reconcile that huge lanky beast with the tall, rather forgettable doctor, which is maybe why one night after they tear apart twenty or so zombies between the two of them, he reaches out and ruffles the wolf’s ears.
Eight Months
“It’s very nice,” Steve says dutifully, and Nat rolls her eyes extravagantly, dropping her arms.
growing up, growing old
It’s in the grey hours of the morning that Lyall slips in the front door and closes it quietly behind him.
nightlight
“Didja know,” says Holly conversationally one morning as they lie companionably together, “that your eye can like, kinda shine through your eyelid?”
