Vaney

Okay, so I’ve been thinking about doing a messy little RP with two exes stuck working together on tour. One of them’s the star— could be a rapper, pop singer, rockstar, whatever you’re feeling (and...

Wes didn’t say anything at first. Just kept his hands on the wheel, knuckles pale under the dash light. The cigarette burned slow between his fingers, half-forgotten. “Mother figure, huh?” he sa...

“That ain’t the kinda thing you just say, man,” Wes muttered under his breath, leaning into the steering wheel like it might give him some answers. He blew out a breath, the smoke from his cigarett...

Wes drove with one hand on the wheel, the other propped against the open window, knuckles tapping idly against the rusted metal door. The wind outside had picked up some, brushing dust across the w...

"Roswell, New Mexico," he replied. Wes stayed near until Kyrios climbed into the passenger seat. Only when he heard the dull thunk of the door shutting did he move and let out a slow, shuddered ...

Wes let the question hang in the air. That awful smell? He smirked faintly around the cigarette, blowing out a slow, chalky breath of smoke through his nose. “Nicotine,” he said. “Tar. Paper....

Wes stared at him for a long, hollow second. “The hell?” he muttered aloud, mostly to the air. The word had sounded like something pulled outta a bad sci-fi show, or the kind of term kids made u...

Wes didn’t answer the perceived threat. Didn’t flinch either. He just stared for a second longer— not at the words, but the eyes. Slit pupils. Yellow-white reflection in the dark like an anim...

“We could take him?” His brow was drawn tight, mouth parted in disbelief that gave way to something more tense, more bitter. “You ever heard yourself talk?” The guy didn’t flinch. Didn’t l...

Wes watched as the stranger lifted one gloved hand, and held it in the air for a brief moment. Even in the low light, he could make out the crust of dirt caught in the seams, clinging to the metal ...