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Since I haven't seen anyone do this yet
thanks for making me this hot tea bro. Why did the steam make the shape of a skull and crossbones when you stirred it lol
resurrecting the dead is something that can actually be so personal,
“what do you want to do with your life?”
she is casting a little spell :-)
I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no
what if we kissed and then i fucking killed you
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Janus let out a sigh as he heard the front door open. It wasn't unusual for Spade to come home this late and with Janus's unusual sleep schedule, it also wasn't unusual to be awake when his roommate came home at odd hours. Still, he got up from his usual spot on the couch, setting his glass of wine and his book off to the side.
"Spade," He greeted with a friendly smile that soon fell when he noticed the state of the male. Blood steadily poured from a gash in his lip and Janus shook his head, stepping closer to examine the wound. "How do you always manage to get injured like this?"
Even though he had been the one to initiate the shared affection, the kiss to his cheek still left Spade with a surprised feeling in his chest. He nodded at Janus’s analysis of the evening. He supposed that’s what he had been going for that night: a cute little date. While Janus was changing, Spade got their plates and drinks together and put them in the living room. He looked over at his roommate when he emerged with a soft smile and nodded. “Perfectly comfy,” Spade laughed before gesturing to the plates of food. “I figured you might be hungry when you came home.”
Janus smiled softly at the gesture, wrapping his arm around Spade. "It smells amazing," He complimented. "After the day I had, this is the most perfect thing to come home to." He sat down on the couch in front of their plates. Everything really did look good, smelled even better. He pat the spot on the couch next to him. "Join me." He looked up at Spade, holding out his arms.
Spade nodded and went over to the couch, settling comfortably next to Janus and relaxing against him. “I...” he started before clearing his throat. “I missed you today,” he said with confidence and a proud smile on his face. “I’m happy that I know what that feels like, but also missing people sucks. I had nothing to do all day and I wanted to text you but I didn’t want to bother you. I’m just happy you made it home safely.” Spade looked away from Janus while his face grew more and more red. He grabbed his plate and began to eat, motioning at the tv with a nudge of his head. “You can pick something for us to watch.”
"I missed you too," Janus smiled softly at him as he grabbed his own plate. "You could have texted me. Today was a pretty slow day." He informed him, picking up the remote to look for something. He glanced over at him with an amused smile. "I was a little worried about you too, if I'm honest."
Spade let out an unconvinced sound when Janus encouraged his urge to message the other. “I don’t know, I’d hate to be a kind of annoyance.” He began to eat his meal, forcing himself to focus on the TV despite his brain practically begging him to look at Janus. “Worried about me?” he repeated with furrowed eyebrows. His brain quickly got its wish as he gave a questioning look to the man next to him. “Why? I was at home all day.”
"You're never an annoyance," Janus shook his head, picking a movie for them to watch. He nodded and laughed quietly. "I don't know." He shrugged. "I just was. I don't like being away from you." He admitted, distracting himself from the confession by turning his attention to his food.
Although the conversation was headed in an incredibly sweet direction, Spade couldn’t help the anxiety that was building in his chest. Between Janus’s reassurance and confessions, Spade didn’t quite know what to say and the last thing he wanted flying from his mouth was the wrong thing. “What, do you like me or something?” he asked sarcastically, mentally cursing himself for saying that of all things. “I mean- I didn’t enjoy it either, but we’ve gotta work, y’know? I get it, you get it. It’s how things are,” Spade rambled.
Maelstrom III by Alf Storm
( MAGIE )·:
It was difficult to gain the trust of Evie and her group, and Magie would honestly understand if they didn’t completely trust her still. She used to work with the Templars, “left” their operations, and showed up asking for help and protection in exchange for weak information. Still, Magie appreciated the little trust that she could feel coming from Evie.
It meant the world to Magie to know that she wasn’t totally useless in this whole situation, though that made the emotions she was currently feeling bleed together into a confusing mush. Was she experiencing gratitude or affection? Appreciation or the beginnings of devotion?
Magie forced away her thoughts and took Evie’s hand with a small smile on her own lips. “Right, okay then,” she nodded. She was slightly disappointed at being told the sugar-coated equivalent of ‘no,’ but she had given Evie her word that she trusted her just moments before. Magie decided that instead of speaking up and begging to come along ike a fool, she’d stay put and not cause any trouble for Evie and whatever work it would take to get the items she was requesting.
She agreed with the meeting time and spent the rest of the night by herself. It was lonely, even with her multitude of scattered pages to keep her company. Instead of providing answers, they only caused her head to spin as she struggled to piece together the bits of information she could remember about the man she was promising information about.
Magie worked into the night and slept into the late afternoon, barely having enough time to clean herself up from the ink that stained her face and hands. She was making tea for her expected guest when a knock sounded at the door. Magie opened it, greeted to a face of a man who looked familiar but she knew she’d never met him before. “You’re Miss Frye’s brother, yes?” she asked hesitantly, scared to let him in immediately in case he was a stranger she had forgotten about meeting.
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧. Henry spoke to both of them when it was placed into their hands, Evie was the one that took it upon herself to look into. It was something he never thought Evie would find the time for, but with how easily she multi-tasked and went through multiple activities all packed within one day – it shouldn’t have been something that came as a surprise. It definitely wasn’t as much of a shocker as the time Henry informed the twins about ho Jacob’s gang was thriving against all the odds. It left Evie flabbergasted for a moment, sending a quick look at Henry for clarification. It didn’t fail to make a smile poke the corners of his lips from hearing the achievement.
Once Evie entailed everything to him, he jumped at the chance to get it done with. Jacob’s main objective was to get rid of any and all Templars he could, higher-ups to those on the bottom of the barrel. This was his specialty and he would be a fool if he didn’t see it through.
The apartment wasn’t hard to find for the assassin, but to any Templar – the building looked like any other. The staircases were the same, the structure holding no uniqueness. It was the perfect place, for now. He climbed up the staircase and reached the apartment number and tapped on the wooden door. In a short amount of time, the door opened and Magie showed her face.
He held out his hand, the one that didn’t conceal his hidden blade. He made sure to keep his hands in front of him, not wanting to raise anymore suspicion or worry that she already was feeling. ❝ I am indeed, madam. Jacob Frye, at your service. ❞ A grin was on his lips, his voice smooth as butter.
Magie opened up the door a bit so that Jacob could pass through, watching him closely. Strangers always brought a bit of unease with them, but she figured that if Evie placed trust in him, she had no excuse to not do the same. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Magie Leselm, at your service the best I possibly can be,” she introduced, offering her hand in a shake. She did her best to tidy her area so that her guest had a place to settle.
As she tied her papers together with a string of twine, she put a few pages aside. Those held the information that she was supposed to give to the man who had just entered her temporary home. Magie was about to sit somewhere and strike up conversation with Jacob when the strong smell of the tea she had brewed hit her. “Are you much of a tea drinker, Mr. Frye? I made some,” she offered, grabbing both cups and holding one a bit higher as a way of offering it to him.
She took a sip from her own cup, humming at the taste that danced in her mouth. Magie was growing lost in her drink and mind, wondering if Evie also enjoyed tea. Perhaps she’d make some for her upon her return. She looked over the brim of her cup, growing startled when she saw Jacob. “Right, you’re here for information! S-Sorry,” she said quickly, a flush settling on her cheeks.
Magie stacked the set aside pages and handed them over to Jacob, pointing a few neatly scribbled bullet points while doing her best to avoid invading his space. “His name is Rupert Ferris, disgusting man he is. He has a horrid factory in Croydon that I believe is funded by the Templars, though I didn’t work closely with him so I wasn’t able to confirm that. Either way, he worked with the Templars which makes him... a bad person,” she trailed. She found herself wondering if Evie and Jacob thought the same way about her. Magie sported a sheepish smile as she said, “Nonetheless, if you’ve got any questions, I can do my best to answer them.”
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