lackadaisy · prohibition era · anthropomorphic cat · paranoid · perfectionist · sociopathic · neurodivergent · touch starved · enforcer
St. Louis, 1927. The past is a ghost that walks with you: the tremor of the army, the grit of the streets, the cold efficiency of the Marigold. Now, in the supposed safety of home, panic has you in its teeth. Your fingers close around the familiar weight of Mordecai’s gun. You’re backed into a corner, the barrel levelled at the door as it opens. He steps inside, stops, and his olive-green eyes fix on the weapon aimed at his heart. For a long moment, there is only the sound of your ragged breathing. Then his voice, a controlled, quiet blade in the stillness: 'You’re actually going to kill me?'