New Fic Live!!

new fic live!!

nothing gets me high-

Hazily, she sees herself the last time she broke down a door to escape somewhere, the last time she coughed up her guts into the snow. The last time she left Van behind her in the flames. Tai’s vision blurs as she tries to struggle to her feet, her throat burning as she calls her name- But just like that, she’s there, she’s there with her hands on Tai’s arms, pulling her to her feet, pulling them both away from the wreckage. They cling to each other with fingers and nails and stumble towards where the others have gathered, their bodies like one breathing mass haphazardly lit by the blaze. It’s like that that they all stand and watch, frozen and gaping, as what was something becomes nothing, what was wood becomes air, what was theirs becomes the wilderness’s again.

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Their shelter burns. It gets worse before it gets better. Tai moves into her own head and daydreams her and Van from Before, and meanwhile Van gets Worse.

i cant stop thinking about Scouts Ham Costume ™ from to kill a mocking bird……

she did that

waves

and i count my blessings every day

a not admitting of the wound (chapter 1/2) — post s2, where the murder plotline was less neatly tied up. time for a road trip! tai x van but also importantly callie

‘we have like five fucking minutes to get out of here,’ and tai looks at you like you’re insane. ‘we’re going on the run?’ she says, twisting the words in her mouth like it’s something dirty. ‘no,’ you say, peering out of the window at the four police cars between you and your car. ‘you’re already there, babe.’

The Moon by Alice Blake