DETECTIVE WALLENQUIST

Introducing Detective Eamonn Wallenquist. . . -Detective in city of fallen angels -Dark and mature themes ahead -Occult themes possible -Decent writer (21+) -Character is work in progress. -Not Henry Cavill -Retweet to save a soul. . .

@ObsidianVeils Plants a soft kiss on her forehead.

@SleuthInShadows I'm honored to be the first and only to do so.

I'll choose you in every lifetime. In every reincarnation. I would find you, because my heart is nothing without you. @SleuthInShadows #mcm

@ObsidianVeils No. . . I don't think so.

@SleuthInShadows Never?

@ObsidianVeils . . . I see. Never had anyone say things like to me.

@SleuthInShadows Just...a feeling. I needed to say them.

@SinfulVoracity didn't want to think about it. It did make sense that the powerful took notice when one of them got it all violent and nasty.

@SinfulVoracity go." Yeah. He said it. "This isn't a TV show. I don't see John Nolan or Lucy Chen anywhere around. I'm not bullshitting you. I'm just telling you my read here." Of course, they didn't know much of anything at all here. They had a dead guy who was a little freaky. Eamonn-

𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲: 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀 With @SinfulVoracity 𝟬𝟴𝟬𝟬 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁 The squad room. Black coffee and homicide. Sweet homicide. Homicide. All there was here was HOMICIDE. THE JOB.

@SinfulVoracity He didn't look at her. Looked out the window. Checking the mirrors again. "Mentally fast forward to the end of this. What do you see happening?" He shuts his eyes. "Seriously think on that."

@SleuthInShadows ~ "Spill it. What are you thinking? And while you're spilling that info, care to tell me what the fuck is wrong with you? You're paler than Casper the friendly ghost."

@SinfulVoracity of low blood sugar. It was down to what he sensing. He wished he couldn't sense. Couldn't think. Couldn't sense. Couldn't die and live again. (Allegedly.)

@SinfulVoracity He sighed. "You are not going to like what I'm thinking." He doesn't know if he's going to dare say it. He doesn't want to be thinking about much of anything at the moment. He knew there was no arguing with her about the detour. He knew he wasn't pale and sweaty because-

@SinfulVoracity Checking the mirrors. "They are going to be on us, Charlie." He keeps looking at the rear and side mirrors.

@SinfulVoracity If he was privy to the thoughts in his partner's head, he would take serious exception. This wasn't a police state. Not completely. He glared at her. He looks at the rear view mirror. Keeps looking at it. "Hey. Where are you going?" -

Light and the shadows.

@SinfulVoracity Knowing that the only truth found might be the one they'd be allowed to find. Moments like these typically made him want to pray but he couldn't bring himself to.

@SinfulVoracity in particular. Just through the glass. He keeps his mouth closed. What was it? The terror of knowing without knowing maybe. Knowing that if it was a DoorDash driver all chopped up in a parking lot somewhere, the Assistant Chief doesn't show up and doesn't lose sleep. -

@SinfulVoracity The sun shined down on him. He waited for Charlie.

@SinfulVoracity Cameras caught his sour expression. Pic went up on local TV and crime blogs maybe. Angry detective. Grumpy detective. Maybe it didn't go up anywhere at all. Maybe this was a fever dream. Maybe he'd remember this in another life somewhere down the line. -