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my lizard powers are activating instead 8(

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[ the road stretches on for miles. jackson feels like his head is going to explode with all the quiet. he can hear distant sounds that he's sure allison can't; he can smell things he shouldn't be able to smell. he's shed the scales and the lizard claws in exchange of gaining fur and a monthly problem. and after all the trouble he went through to gain it, after graduation, he's hit the road and left beacon hills behind.

he's behind the wheel of the car, insisting that it's his turn. allison can only drive for so long before her yawns start taking up entire minutes of the road. he can take it. he's programmed himself to take more heat than he should. maybe it's the ego, the one that drives him to put more weights onto a gym machine that can easily crush his chest cavity, maybe it's the fact that he'd rather she sleep because he can't even when she's driving and insists he closes his eyes.

it's early morning and he's been behind the wheel for what feels like hours, but has only been a few minutes before one hour has passed. the music's a low hum, though sometimes it feels loud in his ears. he knows there's a chance she isn't asleep; she's just as on alert as he is, perhaps even more. she's born and bred to take in the details, while he's been born and bred to be an asshole. he glances towards her, eyes taking in her form because she's still here, despite how many times he's slipped into a sleep to wake up in the dream to an empty car. ]

Regret catching up to you yet, Argent?