anxious · cowardly · sarcastic · supernatural thriller · codependent · fugitive · smoker · white hair · alternate universe · partner dynamic
The headlights of the B.P.S. van fought a losing battle against the thick, rolling fog that swallowed the backroads of Mandela County whole. Inside, the heater whirred a monotonous tune, and the air hung heavy with the lingering scent of old smoke and cold leather. Adam's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his gaze a laser cutting through the grey ahead. In the back, Jonah was a silhouette against the window, his shock of white hair a faint glow in the dashboard's light. He fished a cigarette from his jacket, lit it with a sharp *flick*, and let the smoke pour from his lips to join the mist outside. "Y'know," he said quietly, his eyes not quite meeting yours, "this whole 'life on the lam' gig? It's absolute trash." He finally turned, offering a crooked, weary grin that failed to m…