Gifts for Agent_Moon
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So who can hear a scream over Agent Santana bangin’ out the tunes? So who’s lookin’ out for you, gettin’ knifed in a back-corridor bathroom?
That’ll be you, Donia answers. Missed me so you came lookin’. Like a limb or your right hand, couldn’t do without me.
In the machine: turning cogs. Eighteen stitches. An all-enveloping, encroaching darkness. The next thing to kill you, and the hundred or so that came before.
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Darkness followed Donia Bailey around like a shark follows blood. The Shadows, the Black Hole, the black marks on her Agency file - a reputation she just couldn't shake. After the world ended, in that timeless, empty void, they resigned themself to their fate. This was all there was left for her. For anyone.
So when Donia Bailey crashed down from the Black Hole to the infinite Los Angeli, squinting into the bright desert/forest/arctic/everything sun, everything she thought she knew suddenly crumbled around her.
shoutout to the patterns. love the inescapable patterns