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[castle]

"I look at you and my heart breaks, because all I can see is this endless, echoing loneliness." open post for pic prompts, starters, and texts of all kind. m/f and 25+ for shipping. see here for more shipping preferences. please link nsfw images. punisher s1 + s2 compatible.

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[castle]

[ wynonna vanishes. and so do frank and laura.

for a long time, frank had come to believe that he was no longer made for family, or any kind of lingering happiness, not in the way that he once had with his wife and kids all those years ago. somehow, all that time in deerington had taught him that, somehow, there could be more, that he could manage a diner and repair an old farmhouse, fall in love all over again, and adopt someone who'd been as long as he'd been.

but if he'd been right about anything, it's that life will always take it all away, as every memory gets whisked away the moment he disappears from that town and ends up right back to the first place he called home. even if it happens to be on some dirty rooftop in the city he doesn't ever remember being on top of.

muttering a league of swears to himself and patting down his jacket to at least make sure he's armed (he isn't), he makes his way down the fire escape, boots landing on the ground of the alley with ease as he at least manages to find a wallet in his jacket pocket, money stored inside.

least he could use is a coffee at least, before he gets around to figuring out how the hell he got out here.

stepping into the sidewalk, he tries to peer around to determine if he knows this corner of the city, before realizing it's way too dark to map out any details. at least the light of that convenience store is on, hopefully with some coffee brewing inside. he makes his way over, heading for the door, just as a young girl nearly collides with him as he reaches it. ]

What the — [ he takes a step back, brows knit as he looks down at her, a wave of confusion (and familiarity ... ? no, he doesn't know her) washing over his face. ] Little late for kids to be running around here, huh?

[shoplifter]

[Laura lurches to a step and looks back with equal parts confusion. He seems like a face she'd seen, somewhere far, far away. A face in, a crowd, in a dream — that kind of intangible, impossible evidence that is easily discarded, because they clearly have never met before in her life. And how would he? She'd been locked away for most of her life.

'A Reaver, maybe?' she considers. If she is somewhere in North Dakota or Canada, maybe that would make the most amount of sense... Instead of answering him, she quickly wanders in ahead of him, tugging her jacket more securely around her. The man at the counter gives her and the other guy a passing glance — perhaps thinks they're daughter and father, maybe? Either way, he pays her little mind.

As he goes, Laura patrols the aisles. Logan had told her it wasn't okay to steal... not that it particularly discourages her. She knows she just has to be more sneaky about it, less brazen in her ignorance. She offers a side-glance toward the cashier before she swipes a few things into her pockets. A roll of chocolate donuts. A chocolate candy bar. A pack of little pretzels — with chocolate on them. A very distinct the pattern forming here.]