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[picture message: Sugar] (She's in front of a mirror, just in underwear.) Will be in town in an hour. Happy birthday.

(he didn’t expect her to remember. or, more like, he did not expect her to do anything about it. his birthday went by mostly unnoticed, and he liked that. he didn’t like being thirty two years old. he wasn’t, not at heart. god, just how much younger was she?but this was sweet. this was… nice? was this nice? what was ‘nice’?)

[text: Genevieve Morgan] Thank you.

(he should say something more. he should thank her more.)

[text: Genevieve Morgan] I’ll be waiting.

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                              he’s broken, but you love him anyway                               not  because   you   want   to  fix  him,                               but  because,  he’s the only one  who                               knows you’re just  as broken as  him.

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I'm off for the night. Feel free to pop by the old askbox if you'd like to plot; or like this post and I'll pop by yours when I wake up.

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There is a ship and it sails the sea It's laden deep, as deep can be But not so deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim

For love is handsome, and love is kind And love is charming when first it's new But as it grows old, it waxes cold And fades away like the morning dew

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                                      If that's all there is, my friends; then let's keep dancing                                                 Let's break out the booze and have a ball,                                                                      If that's all there is.                                                                                    ✷ ☞ Indie OC set in the 1920's. ☞ Selective. ☞ Multiverse. ☞ Mun and muse are of age. ☞ 11+ years of roleplaying experience. ☞ Para/multi-para/novella threads, occasionause of icons.                                   The Host ✷ Guidelines ✷ Give me conversations, darlings.

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Send me “I won't say I'm in love” if your muse has feeling for my muse but keeps them hidden because they think they aren't requited.

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|| The Basics ||

Name: Galway K. Morgan. Nickname(s): the Ginger Giant, Gally. Age: Thirty one. Species: Human.

|| Personal ||

Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil Religious Belief: Atheist, raised Anglican. Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Galway does not really have set goals for his life. Currently, he's simply trying to live. Keep his head above water. He's always had purpose to his life up until 1918 - someone's always needed his help, be it his mother, brother or fellow soldiers. Past 1918 he has been all on his own, hence - no one needing him, no purpose or direction other than to look out for himself. Languages Known: English, decent French. Secrets: Oh, you mean, aside from working as a hitman for a group of mysterious gangsters to whom he owes a cripplingly massive debt? Oh, and being pansexual. Quirks: None in particular that I can think of. Perhaps biting the inside of his cheeks. Perhaps slight OCD when it comes to order and cleanliness - everything has its rightful place and it needs to remain that way. Savvies: Sharpshooting, singing, working a crowd, holding his liquor, following orders.

|| Physical ||

Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other: Bulky, more so than 'fit' Height: 6'5". Scars/Birthmarks: 

Jagged line stretching from his lower lip to the bottom of his chin

Bullet wound (graze) above his left collarbone

Bullet wound, right bicep

Bullet wound, left ankle

Stab wound, below and to the left of his bellybutton

An array of jagged, worm-like scars going all the way down from his right thigh to his knee

bullet wound (graze), inner right thigh

Abilities/Powers: None. Restrictions: A slight limp (right leg), nightmares resulting in lack of sleep, alcoholism.

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Food: He isn't too big on food. Favorite Drink: Gin & tonic. Favorite Pizza Topping: None in particular. Favorite Color: Aquamarine. Favorite Music Genre: Jazz (whatever's popular at the time) Favorite Book Genre: He isn't too big on reading either. Favorite Movie Genre: Horror/suspense. Favorite Season: Fall. Favorite Butt Type: ? Favorite Swear Word: Bloody. He doesn't really curse (save for any verse with hxndled.) Favorite Scent: Wet sand, salt water, Le Jade. Favorite Quote: “We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, / And we drown." ― The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot

|| Fun Stuff ||

"Boss" Theme Music: It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing) - Duke Ellington & His Famous Orchestra Bottom or Top: Depends on partner. Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: :|  He doesn't burp, that would be impolite. Sings In The Shower: Yes / No Likes Bad Puns: Yes / No . Depending: it could be both endearing and awful. Their Opinion On The Mun: God, he would probably really hate me if he ever met me. Small, loud and obnoxious, and I'd probably demand his attention constantly.

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Management are up and running! Feel free to follow and interact, though, again - only if there is a good, logical reason for your muse to interact with them. They are my babies and I'm going to be very selective with who I write them with. Apologies in advanced.

[vigilantemartyr]

[Probably, unless they wanted him for something they didn’t want Galway to know about, or if he’s required for translating French or Italian to English.]

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//They trust Sebastian even less than Galway does. Considering they do trust Galway's judgement. 

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vigilantemartyr replied to your post:OOC

[20s-verse Seb is always available. 8D]

//I do believe Management would communicate with him through Galway though.

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So, I'm working on making a sideblog for Management. I would like to try writing them out at some point (I have a real craving for writing Saul?) - but this will be only with mutuals and only if they have a really good reason to interact, considering they do most of their talking through Galway. HMU if you'd like to get in on the fun.