London was always an odd place to visit. He’d been more aware of it as a child, going there on occasional business trips with his uncle and cousin, but his grandfather had told him stories of London–feline shadows turning humanoid, houses with pictures that moved, owls everywhere… of course, with how old he was, a lot of what he said was dismissed as being nonsense. But the sense of suspicion stayed with him, even when his ability to notice such things didn’t.
Still, he figured it was just something odd with the atmosphere of the town, not the people themse-
“OOMPH!” He stumbled back a little after bumping into someone. “Blisterin’ barnacles, watch whair yoor gwa–oh.” He paused upon realizing it was a woman he’d run into. “F’rgive me lass. Didn’ look whair I was goin’,” he apologized, moving to help her up if she needed it.
Don’t imagine Tessa after Jem’s death.
Don’t imagine her standing all in with on blackfriars bridge every year in January and remembering the great time she had together with him.
Don’t imagine her crying silent tears falling in the themse because she lost both of her big loves.
Don’t imagine her locking at old photos and baby sockets late at night when she can’t sleep.
Don’t imagine her never finding someone to love like this ever again.
Lyric’s heels clicked on across the warehouse as she walked forward. Her eyes shifted around the room as she watched her employees package drugs. They all wore bikini and were subjected to daily cavity searches. Her lips curved into a smirk as one of dealers came forward. She had the large drug empire in the city so she had multiple people working for her. She grabbed the money from the other, counting it. Her eyes darkened in disapproval. She slapped the other.
“You’re 500 short, bitch, you trying to hold out with me?” she pulled out her gun, placing it against the other’s forehead. “Don’t fucking lie to me”