larue: (023)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote 2022-08-24 01:50 pm (UTC)

[ Seeing a woman walk down from a tree that suddenly had a staircase is trippy. But so is walking along the Styx. Or dealing with a house that bleeds each time a couple moves in with their toddler as if to tell the kid I love you, I miss you, welcome home.

Still, Josh can feel the goosebumps on his arms beneath the sleeves of his jacket at the sight of her and he's quiet until she walks over to where Arthur is still—for some bizarre reason—asleep.

He backs up a little, eyes fixed on the woman even as he tries to sooth his geist.

She's not going to hurt us. Now would you please, chill the fuck out?


NO.

She didn't look like Gentry—not that he would know what they looked like, really. But given all the cautionary tales Rabbit decided to wordvomit at them when he'd asked for the next possible entry into the Hedge—she really doesn't look like Gentry. ]

He was pretty insistent that he could find you. [ Josh keeps his voice light. Think casual. Very casual. ] First client I ever had who had a shovel in the trunk of his car.

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