#oldastime

[tyliocellier]

Continued from here. @oldastime

"Precisely", Tylio agreed emphatically, even going so far as to make a hand gesture to underline just how much he agreed with the fact that his purpose in life ought not to be defined by having or not having a family of his own. What was so damn appealing about it, anyway? He'd seen the way his parents operated. They had kids, but barely spent any time with them because they were too busy working and yet they were still asking their sons to send them money years later. It was like they had children and then didn't know what to do with them. He wasn't going to be like that. He'd decided that, that was his choice, it wasn't because he simply didn't know how to form a bond with a woman strong enough to have children with her. "I have family", he clarified. "They just don't live here. My parents, my mother recently fell ill and had to stop working. So I'm sending a bit more back home." He wasn't sure why he was telling her this, perhaps he just wanted her to know that there was still a good reason for him to be working hard. He wasn't just money hungry or trying to get rich- well, that too, but the money wasn't for him. "Actually, if you're done asking questions, I would like to ask one. I was wondering whether you know of any freelance jobs. It can be something simple, really, a cleaner job...whatever it is."

[twistedthings]

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If he had the capability of it, Michael would have forgotten the killer and just stayed in the moment, this one. He was so gentle and so close to Willa that it would only take a shift and he could have brought his lips to meet hers, gods, he wanted to do it so bad. His heart raced from the thought, though, that was likely the fact that was settling deep within his bones. Willa was going with him. She meant so much to him that even processing the fact had Mikey grasping desperately at whatever means he could find to get her out of this, there were so many unknown factors and while he was perfectly fine putting his own life on the line doing this reckless thing meant something different now. Catching this killer didn't seem nearly as important as keeping Willa safe and alive.

It wasn't the possibility of her death that stilled Michael, that held him in that gentle, vulnerable moment with his hand against her cheek like the single most important thing in the world to him. And she was just that. Even in their silent and calm acceptance of the inevitable, the impossible future that they would face together. It was her that kept him still, that desire to hold her close until this all passed over, until someone else found the bastard that had killed Chandler. But Mikey knew the chance wouldn't present itself again, it would only be him that could do this, well, him and Willa. They were a team and although he wanted nothing more than to plan something that would keep her safe and leave her behind Michael knew that betrayal and any effort that mirrored such a circumstance would not be honest.

He just nodded, reluctantly letting his hand drop from the warmth of Willa's face, the touch of her lips lingering pleasantly against his skin and for a long moment as she pulled away and moved to ready herself to leave, her lips against his wrist was the only thing Michael could think about. Slowly, he swallowed, centered himself, and focused. He did have a plan but originally it hadn't included Willa. With a soft sigh the man raked his fingers through his hair while he thought, processed and recalculated his method of attack. Mikey didn't always go with the legal and proper way of catching people, though he was an ametuer sleuth and wanted to aspire to be more than that one day, this killer had taken more from him and come far too close to someone he cared deeply for that he hadn't really any plans other than going where he knew the guys hideout to be and confront the monster. Reckless and reliant on something he'd kept from Willa. His powers, the abilities that made him better than the police and other detectives trying to find the killer.

"Well, uh, I know where his hide out or whatever is... at least," he paused, his hand perched atop his head to hold back the dark waves from falling into his eyes as he scanned them over Willa thoughtfully, thinking of more than just her, formulating a plan that would keep them both safe. He sighed, annoyed at the extra steps they'd have to take and knowing all the credit would be taken by the police no doubt but if it meant this guy got caught and Willa was safe then Mikey was prepared to do whatever he had to. "-- I know the general area, I can't be sure the old house is still there," he said, features turning into something more curious and astute. "You know that old mansion out past the edge of town? It's been lost to the woods for a while and everyone swears it's haunted and not even standing anymore? I think he's there, or at least that's where he's taking his victims to kill them." He noted with a nod that made it aware he believed his theories wholeheartedly. "We go out there and if he's there, we trap him, call the cops, get them to come out and investigate the place for a reported fire or something..."

The gentle touch of his warm hand against her slender cheek sent a soothing sensation rippling through her entire body. Her doe-like eyes met his, and a profound sense of comfort washed over her in that fleeting moment of contact. It was a brief respite from the turmoil surrounding them, a tiny spark of hope that perhaps they could weather the storm together and emerge unscathed.

Amid their vulnerability, she clung to this fleeting connection like a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. Maybe it was wishful thinking, and perhaps the world around them was still fraught with challenges, but in that moment, she found solace in his presence. It was a silent understanding. She knew that they would stand by each other's side, no matter what lay ahead, and that together, they might just be alright.

"Thank you, Mikey," she murmured, her voice laced with appreciation and a deep understanding of the effort it took for him to let her into his world. The significance of this act of trust, allowing her to accompany him, resonated deeply within her, supporting her own journey of healing. With tenderness, she pressed a soft kiss against his wrist before reluctantly releasing his hand and stepping away. The connection between them left a warmth that lingered in the air.

As she stepped toward her closet, her footsteps quiet on the floor, she turned to face him with renewed determination. "So," she began, her tone filled with curiosity and anticipation, "what's your plan? Where do we head first?" The soft rustle of clothing signified her readiness as she tied her shoes and zipped her windbreaker.

@twistedthings

[geropuna]

Super late upload, day went by much faster than I anticipated! #fairyfaeweek day 3! I chose #hag because everyone needs to draw a super old, potion brewing, all knowing, absolutely insane but totally chill, forest lady that owns not 2 but 2 little animal familiars! #forest #witch #oldastime #copics #magic #mushrooms #frog #animals #drawing #art https://www.instagram.com/p/B-eSc2TpR5E/?igshid=1ewo3f4d97hlz

[palmbeachvintage]

I’ve been spending time at home contemplating the universe and the meaning of life. Answers are complex and fleeting. #oldastime #lifeasweknowit #theuniverse #lightenup #loveandpeace #wearestardust #palmbeachvintage #antiquerowwpb https://www.instagram.com/p/CEo8l2_phl0/?igshid=posqqxw3ffak

[fairyhillcrafts]

Autumn walked in and laughed at me hopeful, wearing my sandals .... I watered the garden and the heavens opened - my plants were happy ... my toes slightly less.. the rain was cold / but I did stand in the door way watching the thunder down .. feeling super duper alive ... rain storms do that to me / I find them really life affirming- well without weather / water we would nt even be here, the strength of Mother Nature - what happens when you think you might have her tamed... she turns your umbrella inside out and fills your wellies... just so you know who's boss! Summer days with blue skies that go on forever make me feel immortal - autumn thunderstorms make me feel new and that the world is so old and wise and we are just specks walking around on the surface !! I love the weather ( please see what I say when it's rained for weeks and the chickens are living in the kitchen with me 😂) But that's an idea .. but don't tell darren!! Sssshhh!! #weather #autumn #seasons #life #lifeaffirming #oldastime #newbegining #chickenlady #chickensindoors #eggs #livealifelessordinary #fairyhillcrafts #thegoddesstribe

[summerswildling]

The Australian bush. I wish you could see the detail in this photo properly. Looks amazing on my big screen.. #nature #oldastime . . . . . #instaphoto #canon #photooftheday #focus #moment #capture #photography #photographylover #justgoshoot #canonaustralia #visualdiary #stylediary #ig_daily #instamoments #ig_myshot #instadaily #lifestyle #lifestyleblogger #australia #aussiesofinstagram #australianbush #tree #sunlight #greenery #australianlife #southcoast #shoalhavenriver

[thehuntressblog]

When you start to get a little concerned as to what EXACTLY went into the Game Pie... 🕷🐛🦋🦉#areyougameenoughtoeatit #earthworms #vegetablemould #darwin #survivalofthefittest @livywallace 😜😘#sneaky 🙌 @fortnums #sage #oldastime #thyme #oldbooks #vintage #greenbottles #kitchensupplies #Candacraig #aberdeen #scotland #gamebirds @gordonsginuk @gordons.gin #gordonsgin (at Strathdon)

[mysunshine1202]

#💯#oldastime#treatothersasuwanttobetreated#daily#lifelessons#bewise

Be the one ⚡

[stephaniepick]

Sometimes you need a Japanese Sword ⚔️ or two #swords #japanese #katana #oldastime (at Sky Lofts Los Angeles)

[angbrennil]

#nature #naturephotography #old #oldastime #treelove

[myjecca]

Gnarled #Cedars #trees #oldastime #iftreescouldtalk #vacationlife

[waveofstars]

There were many instances Connor would prove that he was a good person, but more often than not, he kept that part to himself. He knew he should’ve been a better friend in that moment, but he couldn’t help himself. It was in his nature - like that damn Scorpion & Frog fable. He’d always be the scorpion ruining things for the both of them. 

Jealousy was not an emotion he wore well, and that blatantly obvious right then and there. All Connor should’ve cared about was whether she was truly happy or not. Why couldn’t he just do that? “Yeah, but do you want to be closer to him?” It was a question he didn’t necessarily want to hear the answer to (unless it was in his favor, of course). 

But before any disappointment could come seeping in, she turned the attention away from her and back to the task at hand. Connor turned and looked at the different overpriced costumes and sighed to himself. The thought of having to dress up as anything and going to a party of Steven’s was suddenly ruining his once obsessive appetite for preparing for Halloween. All the costumes looked pathetic, but mostly because he knew that’s what he’d look like in them… pathetic.

 Ah, there came the sadness that lingered behind jealousy. Why was he even comparing himself to Steven, anyway? Connor brushed his hand against a few options and blew out another breath. “Alright, fine. Costumes… Do you have anything planned yet? Probably doing some couple costume with him, right?”

Her frustration and self-doubt were evident as she dropped her head back against her forearms, her chunky sneakers skidding lightly against the floor in a restless manner. She had expected a more empathetic and thoughtful response from Connor. (Lord knows why) Instead, he seemed to be merely reiterating what she already knew, leaving her feeling somewhat deflated. "I should have kept this to myself," she muttered, her voice tinged with disappointment.

In a moment of self-reflection, she attempted to counsel her own thoughts. "Maybe I'm just overthinking. Obviously, he wants me closer to him." She was trying to convince herself that her concerns about Connor being a valid reason to stay back were unfounded. He was, after all, just a good friend, her best friend. Nothing more, right?

She scratched her head, contemplating her thoughts. "I'm asking you to spend it with me," she stated firmly, making her intentions clear. "Not Steven. You're my guest, and I really want to see you there." She edged a little closer to him, their elbows softly bumping against each other. "Maybe—I'll accept a maybe," she sighed, giving a hint of compromise. "But if you switch up on me and say no days before the event, I'm breaking into your place, sedating you, and tying you up at the party." She may have displayed a joking tone, but there was a hint she might be serious. It was Elliot, after all.

"I've decided I'm done talking about my life for now. Let's get back to the task at hand: costumes," she declared, gently pushing away from the clothing rack and scanning the array of costume options in the store.

Her words carried a sense of finality, as if she had temporarily closed the door on discussing her personal concerns.

[thediscodollie]

Oh she's still kickin! @mikesmarro #chinesecrested #oldastime she will out live us all

[meshedupbear]

It's gloomy and cold but still the #grandcanyon #roadtrip #beautiful #mothernature #oldastime #coldasfuck

[dananna778]

#stargazing #oldastime #witchy

[summerswildling]

The Australian bush. I wish you could see the detail in this photo properly. Looks amazing on my big screen.. #nature #oldastime . . . . . #instaphoto #canon #photooftheday #focus #moment #capture #photography #photographylover #justgoshoot #canonaustralia #visualdiary #stylediary #ig_daily #instamoments #ig_myshot #instadaily #lifestyle #lifestyleblogger #australia #aussiesofinstagram #australianbush #tree #sunlight #greenery #australianlife #southcoast #shoalhavenriver