and by his smile, I knew that sullen hall—
by his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
December 23rd, 2011 
05:13 pm - faceless.
fairytalenoir: (betrayed by a woman all dressed in red)

The Boy Detective once had a name. He once had a mother and he once had a home in a dusty trailer park next to a dryad and her daughter and an entrance to the underworld. He lived at the edge of fairy tale and noir, where he learned from his father to fire a gun and clean a kill. He and the dryad's daughter decided to go to the city, for the Boy Detective sought his mother and the dryad's daughter sought adventure.
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