all those lennie vignettes, and happy tuesday
Everyone's fave transmasc pickpocket scowls a lot. Sometimes they don't.
five times lennie scowled + one time they didn't: they didn't
Morning was muzzled by heavy fog, and it was so quiet that foxes still slunk through Earlham Cemetery. Lennie always appreciated their flickers of orange against the stark gravestones, but seeing them wasn't a given. Much like a pickpocket, they didn't prefer to be visible.
five times lennie scowled + one time they didn't: pt. five
Robbie said, from his position in the corner of David's office on Upper St Giles, "Come on, Lennie, can't you tell it was a murder weapon?"
ghosts, threads of wyrd, real hauntings
If anything, it adds depth to the romance. Ultimately, they're quite hopeful stories. But then, I'll pilfer anything and steal hope like it's legal tender.
five times lennie scowled + one time they didn't: pt. four
“You’ve let him possess you, so really, you’ve been far more intimate with Alastair than me.”