#lilmousse

[muutosarchive]

if you shoot me in your dream you better wake up and apologize. ( linda to henry ! )

@lilmousse / / RESERVOIR DOGS (1992) PROMPTS

his eyes come up first, & while he's smiling.. it takes him a moment to actually laugh. his lips coming up to bunch his eyes. one of the rare occasions that his wife has dragged him out of his garage. trying to savor it, but the nursed beer in both his hands is enough to tell the average onlooker that something is still on his mind. "i'll apologize right now. whether i did something, or not. i've found it's safer that way." he says, looking down at his hands as he continues to chuckle. expecting a good natured shrug from his wife. definitely the 'pants wearer' in their relationship. but that's fine. with charlie clinging to his leg most of the day, he's either wrist deep in robotics or playing tea-party. the mechanical delights being created for his daughter only lengthening his time in the workshop.

"maybe then i'll have brownie points saved up for later." he adds. a smart man. not always too creative, though he had his moments. leaning back with a hand pushing through his curly mop of shaggy hair. "but luckily i've never committed any domestic homicide in my subconscious mind."

[rcjoice]

you have no idea what it’s like. ( maxwell to ashton )

"i'm sorry, you're telling me i don't know what it's like to have some weird older guy control your life and tell you they know what's best for you? that's so not what's happening right now." his tone is awestruck, a slight snort of laughter following his words. "and don't give me the cult line. my guy had three stupid teenagers living in a crack house, it's kinda cult adjacent." it's not and he knows it, but it felt like it was sometimes. "you know i know what it's like, stop tryna push me out, dude. you're stuck with me, sorry."

[muutosarchive]

my mama raised me better than that. ( ginger to henry ! )

@lilmousse / / inquired

"than to defend a murderer?" henry asks. & while the bitterness isn't directly in his voice.. it's detectable, nonetheless. his distinct voice easily kept reigned in, as his level demeanor allows. but where his daughter is concerned... well, ever since her death he had become even more clumsy & distant. faraway.. his guilt surpassing the need to stay quiet.

ever since will was brought in by the police henry had known that it was him to have taken his baby girl. & he would be the one to end it. whether ginger wanted to open her eyes, or not. "i'm throwing him out, ginger. there's nothing you can say that will change my mind." he speaks finally. his fists burning holes into the pockets of his windbreaker.

[rcjoice]

i think they should know. ( maxwell to ashton )

"there's no need for them to know. this is between me and you, you and me. that's all that matters, maxy," he insists, biting the inside of his cheek roughly. he had just wanted someone to confide in, just wanted someone to take the confessional he had sitting heavy on his chest with his recent relapse. "come on, don't tell. it was one time, and i'm back off that shit, dude!" he sounds like a petulant teenager, begging his friend to keep their mouth shut. "just because you know my sponsor doesn't mean you can snitch."