umbrellaz: from Hyacinth: Rosie contemplated Eli’s sudden change in emotions. He could go from burning-hot angry to cool and calm in a second. It terrified her. But his eyes in this moment made her feel safe. Made her feel like everything was going to be okay. “Where are we going?” she asked quietly. Eli smiled. …
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weatheredlaw: from Hyacinth: “Nice digs,” Royal said, looking around the motel room. Rosie was gone, hiding in to woods nearby. She’d taken off in the middle of the night to throw the Captain off, but he knew that. Royal enjoyed a game. Cat and mouse was his favorite. “Can I help you with something?” Eli …
weatheredlaw: from Hyacinth: The Lady held out a cigarette. “I quit,” Royal said, barely looking at her. “Suit yourself.” She lit it and sucked on the end greedily, billowing smoke in a twisted halo around her head. “I don’t usually get to have the pleasure of your company, Captain Aberdeen. What is it this time?” …
weatheredlaw: from Hyacinth Eli tossed another log into the fireplace and, for the first time that evening, Rosie took stock of the luck they’d had. Eventually, she knew, it was going to run out. But for now, it felt good to have a roof over her head – even if it was leaking. “Are you …
weatheredlaw: from Hyacinth “Shit,” Eli muttered. “Shit, shit, shit.” He continued this way for several minutes, kicking the ground in disbelief, cursing the Lady’s name, cursing the names of people Rosie didn’t know, cursing himself for being so stupid. Finally, he grew silent. He was tall, she noted, watching his shadow stretch in the moonlight. …
weatheredlaw: from Hyacinth Rosie felt Eli’s hand on her shoulder and she spun around, her palm making contact with his face before she could really react in any rational way to his touch. “What the hell?” He reeled backward and continued cursing violently, his eyes searing with anger. “Listen to me, alright? I know that maybe …
weatheredlaw: from Hyacinth Eli narrowed his gaze and contemplated Rosie’s tattered shoes and dirty jacket. Compared to his clean coat and recently-shaven face, Rosie knew she must have looked frightfully out of place and slightly off-putting. She certainly smelled it. “You’re one of those scary single girls, right?” He smiled when he said it, and she …
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