Carterhaugh: Time plays against us.“Do you ever get one of those days where you’re acutely aware?” Caldar asked rather impressed he could still say acutely when he’d had this much to drink “That you’re always running out of time? Every day. Just…running out of time.” This was the sort of thing that didn’t always make sense to humans his age and you definitely couldn’t say in front of people you’d be in charge of in a couple of years. He’d been saying a lot of things like that to Mei over the past week.Carterhaugh: Time plays against us. by SaffyLailo
“All, the time.” Mei sighed. “When you’re a kid you think you’ve got forever. Then wham! One day you wake up and you realise you’re living on borrowed time.” She ducked her head, drawing circles on the waxy surface of their wooden table. Her hair was a dark screen, hiding her from view. She sighed again, the motion shaking her body. Cal was struck by the urge to lean across and push he
Carterhaugh: BeginningBy and large across the world rats and humans owned the cities. Here and there the seagulls took over by a coastal town or two, and the rats took a bit of exception to that, seeing the rule of those urban sprawls as sort of their thing.Obviously there were vampires to contend with too, there were always vampires to contend with. Snotty buggers, but vampires were usually city folk too. Far easier to have a quick drink on the way home without arousing suspicion and drawing lynch mobs to you in a big city. And if the three groups squabbled as neighbours squabbled; if the rats fought with the vampires and the seagulls and foxes from time to time, then this was only the natural result of being in a city, too many people crammed into too little space. Fights happened but at the end of the day you knew that well, who ruled which city didn’t matter much because all the factions were sort of, broadly speaking, the same.Carterhaugh: Beginning by SaffyLailo
It was the things that lived in the little villages
The nature of parenthoodYou cast me in the image of yourselves, striving to carve upon me all of your perfections.The nature of parenthood by Themascura
But in the heady rush of creation, you did not think ahead.
As we have aged, the endless battle of humanity has gone on. You have become older, and I have grown strong. I can see the decayed remains of our once-shared ideals dusting the lines around your eyes and the wrinkles of your face.
I look back at you now with the eyes of your youthful morals, full of love and condemnation.
Her name is SusanHer name is Susan. Her eyes are never the same color. Sometimes brown, sometimes green, and sometimes gray. She rarely smiles, but when she does, it is a small, wary smile... And if you look closely you can see the chips in her porcelain mask.Her name is Susan by Themascura
Her name is Susan, and her eyes are the color of ghosts. She rarely smiles, but when she does it is filled with hope and renewal and pain. She wears her scars like a passport, marking where she's been.
Her name is Susan, and her eyes are the color of wretched memories. She rarely smiles, but when she does it is fierce and loyal and brave. She is my best friend.