See these eyes so green // I can stare for a thousand years
Characters: Roswell, Dash and Fred
Date/Time: October 2
Location: Section 3, Roswell and Fred's place
Rating: R eventually
Summary: Continuation of this quicklog. Dash and Roswell discuss stuff. Fred comes home. A SURPRISE GUEST.
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"You sound just like T." Dash sighed, taking the pen and an extra sheet of paper from Roswell. He crumpled the filled page and tossed it in the air, waving his right hand so fast it blurred. The paper exploded, a quick, controlled explosion that barely even left any ash. Evidence destroyed.
Dash tapped his pen on the fresh page for a second, chest tight with dread.
'Look I already know too much. I just don't talk about it. If you want to tell me or not it doesn't matter. You think I can look after Fred, Roz? I couldn't even keep my own goddamn twin safe. Or my best friend. But I'll do what I can. I promise I will.'
Dash flexed the fingers of his left hand, trying to figure out what else to say, how to impress upon Roswell that this place... It was just fucked up. It wasn't as easy as that. ... Or maybe... Well he wanted to believe it could be beaten.
'I've been here too long Rozzer. It's kind of hard to be an optimist anymore, and I don't think I'm even naturally inclined to it. Look, if I can help I will. Scout's honor. But you gotta listen to me when I say be careful. I'm not exactly Miss Molly Coddles the Cautious if you get my drift.'
Dash handed pen and page over.
Date/Time: October 2
Location: Section 3, Roswell and Fred's place
Rating: R eventually
Summary: Continuation of this quicklog. Dash and Roswell discuss stuff. Fred comes home. A SURPRISE GUEST.
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"You sound just like T." Dash sighed, taking the pen and an extra sheet of paper from Roswell. He crumpled the filled page and tossed it in the air, waving his right hand so fast it blurred. The paper exploded, a quick, controlled explosion that barely even left any ash. Evidence destroyed.
Dash tapped his pen on the fresh page for a second, chest tight with dread.
'Look I already know too much. I just don't talk about it. If you want to tell me or not it doesn't matter. You think I can look after Fred, Roz? I couldn't even keep my own goddamn twin safe. Or my best friend. But I'll do what I can. I promise I will.'
Dash flexed the fingers of his left hand, trying to figure out what else to say, how to impress upon Roswell that this place... It was just fucked up. It wasn't as easy as that. ... Or maybe... Well he wanted to believe it could be beaten.
'I've been here too long Rozzer. It's kind of hard to be an optimist anymore, and I don't think I'm even naturally inclined to it. Look, if I can help I will. Scout's honor. But you gotta listen to me when I say be careful. I'm not exactly Miss Molly Coddles the Cautious if you get my drift.'
Dash handed pen and page over.