#〔 𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖡𝖮𝖳 〕  ft. charlotte talbot
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enternights · 10 months ago
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there's  no  easy  way  to  put  it:  nathan  is  fucking  terrified.  he  was  naive  to  think  the  nightmare  ended  when  jacob  thorne  took  his  own  life.  he  refused  to  see  daniela  estrada's  disappearance  as  anything  but  a  coincidence.  and  now,  twenty-five  years  after  heather  visser's  murder,  another  body  hits  the  ground.  he  has  to  face  it  —  there  are  no  coincidences  here.  it's  hard  to  think  when  it  feels  like  someone's  taken  an  jackhammer  to  his  skull,  the  thrumming  in  his  head  feeling  louder  than  his  own  thoughts.  “  . . .  thanks,  ”  he  utters  quietly,  taking  a  tentative  sip  before  placing  the  mug  down  on  the  coffee  table  and  shaking  his  head.  it's  surreal  to  think  that  half  his  lifetime  ago,  he'd  been  in  the  same  exact  situation  feeling  the  same  exact  fear  (  there  are  no  coincidences.  )  “  have  you  heard  from  the  kids?  the  party  was  shut  down  a  few  hours  ago,  so  who  knows  where  they  ran  off  to.  ”
closed starter with: charlotte and nathan (@enternights) setting: 1:15am, the talbot home
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It was impossible to ignore the knot in her chest- the way it took on a life of its own, ceaselessly twisting and tightening. Making her way from the kitchen to the living room, she carried two full mugs, hands surprisingly steady despite her frayed nerves. “Need a pick-me-up?” Charlotte offered one of the mugs to Nathan, hoping he’d see it as the olive branch she’d intended it to be. They’d have time to be cold to each other another day- for now, she could use all the warmth she could get. “I put a little Bailey’s in it. Not too much, in case you need to stay sharp. Just enough to make this all feel a little less fucking horrifying,” she rambled, sitting on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her, and pulling a blanket over her lap. Bear, who had stationed himself firmly at her side at the first sign of distress, laid his head in her lap, and she mindlessly stroked his the top of his head. “They won’t need you down at the station, will they?” 
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