huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: “There’s always going to be others, and I know that. It’s not going to stop me from helping people,” Tom said matter-of-factly. “I’m never really safe, anyway,” he added, remembering his first encounter with the supernatural and the existence of witches and dopplegängers, not to mention that he was a supernatural being himself. “You wouldn’t believe theContinue reading

huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: While Tom was thankful to have his keys back, he wasn’t ready to leave her just yet. “I can’t do that. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone, especially not after you just lost consciousness. I’m staying at least until you eat something and increase your intake of fluids.” He sat back on his heelsContinue reading

huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: Tom was so busy fumbling with the suture kit, he didn’t see the signs of her losing consciousness. He first heard the gun clatter to the floor. Shit. “Hey, Hey!” Tom’s voice was urgent, and he cursed himself for not finding out her name, not that she would’ve disclosed it. “Hey!” His voice echoed eerilyContinue reading

huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: Yeah, keep talking. C’mon. Tom thought to himself, willing his hands to steady. “Lilah? Yeah, she’ll make it, because you saved her. Tell me about Lilah,” he urged, hoping she would continue talking as he irrigated the wound. He flooded the wound with the water, and he saw a glint of the bullet. He tookContinue reading

huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: “I doubt I’d even have service way out here, but okay,” Tom quipped, reaching for the first aid kit once more. When he looked back at the woman, his face was plastered in worry. “Hey, Hey! I need you to stay awake. Talk to me, about anything,” he suggested, knowing that if she fellContinue reading

huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: She’d been bleeding for that long, yet she was still conscious? His mind was racing, doing calculations of how much blood she might’ve lost already. He wasn’t going to let this woman die. “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you,” Tom’s voice was soft and caring, his wordsContinue reading

huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: Tom swallowed, hard. “You have a funny way of showing it, holding a gun to my back? C’mon. Classic trope.” His feet shuffled as he was nudged forward, pushing the door open with his sweaty palms. It was empty and dark. Really dark. He barely saw the duffel and sleeping bag until he was directlyContinue reading

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