“Yeah, but you’ll probably have to get someone to fix the lock first. It’s electronic, but it’s been busted for a while, or else it wouldn’t be somewhere you could get into in the first place. That, and it needs a power supply.”

The warehouse in question was an old mom-and-pop printworks that wasn’t all that far from his own place, and Denny knew that the owner had passed away a little under a year ago with nobody listed in a will or any relatives to come to claim the property for themselves, so he’d kept an eye on the place, checking to make sure it didn’t end up too decrepit in case he could make use of it himself.

“Depending on the type of lock, I can do it myself.” She was better at breaking in, sure, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know to fix locks.

Lissa gave him a once over, studying him for a moment like she was trying to figure out what his angle was. People didn’t just help others out anymore and it was a little suspicious.

“What do you want out helping me? No one does shit for free.”

@louisianalostones

It was hard to believe that Lin was hers. He was so tiny and perfect, a generally calm baby. She knew it was better for her parents to raise him, but it made her ache so terribly when he cried.

It was one of her good days and Tru was trying not to panic as the baby cried himself red in the face. She rocked him as best as she could, the song starting out as just humming until she remembered the words.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine,” she sang softly, relief coursing through her when Lin began to settle. Of all the songs in the world, she couldn’t say what made her think of that particular one, but it worked.

It was the only thing that worked when she sang to him. But as he grew older, the lyrics faded, replaced by simple humming when he was old enough to grasp what the words meant.

Even now, she can’t hear the song without wanting to cry.

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louisianalostones:

“Key word being practically. I don’t have to put up with him. And neither of you are funny.” She shook her head. “You try to get in the pants of every pretty girl you meet.”

“Oh please, you adore him and you think I’m cute. Admit it.” She wasn’t going to give up that easily. “No, that would be Genesis. I just want in yours.”

blackmagicblackheart:

“A woman’s daughter is dying,” he returned as levelly as he could manage with her barely holding herself back. His free hand wrapped around her wrist, his fingers slick with blood. He only had so long to finish his work before he’d need to be preforming an entirely different sort of magic.

“Mortals die. That’s the natural order of things. You of all people should know that,” she hissed, refusing to let go but not adding any more pressure to his throat either. “What makes one life more important than another? Who gave you the right to decide these things?” Plus, anyone desperate enough to turn to him to extend their lives or the lives of others wasn’t worth helping in her book.

babyitsmagic:

He slid into the shotgun seat with less grace than he’d have liked. Definitely a little drunk, but still not drunk enough. “That’s shitty logic.”

“That’s life,” she returned as she started the key. Normally, she would have told him to buckle up, but she doubted it would do any good.

louisianalostones:

“I’d take that as a challenge but even I know it ain’t happenin’.” And Izzy didn’t waste time on hopeless causes. “Oh.” He went quiet for a moment, processing that. “Are ya, uh, gonna be okay? ‘cause I don’t think anyone’d blame ya if ya needed more time to figure out how ta handle that.” He shrugged. “Maybe, but everyone’s got a limit.”

“Pretty sure my momma would actually gut you. My auntie would just hit you with a frying pan but she does that to family too.” It was still something she had narrowly avoided and she would like to keep it that way. “I don’t know. I can’t…I can’t forgive him. Britt Britt almost died because of the son he had with her and he just ran. I almost lost Asher because he left.” And that was hard to relive in her head. “To be fair…I have no idea how to finish that thought without you still sounding sort of like a creep. At least you haven’t boned Lin’s sisters?”

louisianalostones:

“I put up with Lin and he thinks he’s funny,” she returned. “And you don’t make googly eyes. You’re not subtle, but you don’t do that.”

“Okay, 1. Lin is like, practically family to you and 2. Lin is my best friend, so of course he’s hilarious,” she countered, eyes rolling. “Okay, true, I just try to get in your pants. A lot.”

inviciousx :

“Hey, fuck!” Caroline chuckled, raising her frosted glass to the familiar stranger. “Cheers to that.”She pressed the glass rim to her lip and downed the sharp alcohol. Caroline shook her head, making a swarm of curls obscure her vision. “Man, you really got your philosophies down. You a Buddhist or something?” she grinned, swirling her glass and enjoying the delicate clinks of the ice against the thin glass.

Jeannie couldn’t help but snort at that. It was definitely the first time anyone had asked her if she was Buddhist of all things. She heard satanist as a thought more than anything. “Fuck no. I’m like a quarter Greek and my family beyond believes in the old gods.” It was close enough to the truth without leaving the door too far open to questions as she tossed back another shot.