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If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? Semi-selective indie | Multi-Muse | Mun 21+ | Muses 18+ Read the rules, yo.

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All Andi wanted to do was take a long, hot shower. The three hour flight felt like it had lasted twelve hours between Connor on one side of her acting like a child and then an actual child on the other side of her. She wanted to strip off her germy clothing and wash away this entire day. She walked into the hotel room and stopped when she heard Connor start talking, never a good sign. She turned around to face him, her eyes narrowing at him. This was a trap. He had some grand plan to annoy the crap out of her, she could read it all over his conventionally attractive face. But he had her. He knew he had her. Or fuck maybe he didn’t, but one of Andi’s guilty pleasures was curling up in a bed too big for her. She didn’t used to watch TV when she worked cases alone but this Big-wannabe man had forced it on her in every single hotel room they’d stayed in. The need for the bed outweighed whatever worry she had for what was in store for her. “Fine, but I’m taking a shower first and using all the towels so if you want dry towels you better beg the front desk for some,” Andi replied as she walked over to the much larger bed. She took off her jacket and turned back to look at Connor. “If I come back out and you’re masturbating, I’m cutting your dick off right then,” she warned.

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Connor knew he could be annoying, but seeing Andi narrow her eyes at him was too funny. It was like a little game they played, except it would probably end in Andi strangling him in the middle of the night. “Bold of you to assume I need a towel and don’t practice the age old art of drip drying.” He retorted with a boyish grin, reaching for the remote. He plonked himself down on the smaller bed, hearing the creaking springs that gave away how well worn the mattress was. If Connor were the head of some secretive department of ghostbusters and their assistant magical boys, he definitely would try to find at least a three star motel to put them up in. But he wasn’t the head of the department, he was just a magical boy who had a date with a tv. “Hey, I take this job very seriously, and usually I’d make someone pay to see me masturbate so you’re not getting to see the goods for free.” He turned the outdated television on, seeing a bright cartoon fill the screen, “Ah, there we go! Dora the Explorer here is gonna help me hone my detective observation skills. I told you, I’m VERY serious about this job.”

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Maeve offered him a genuine smile. He had been kind to her and she wouldn’t forget. She planned to take him with her already when she eventually got out. This wasn’t the place for him. She swallowed, trying to keep any fear for herself or any emotion out of this situation. No matter what danger she was currently, she knew her focus had to still be on keeping Lark safe.

“Give me a sign or let me know if you see a prisoner come in who looks like me. He’s taller but has the same hair and the same eyes,” she instructed, keeping eye contact with Oz, “This is very important.” She paused and slowly got to her feet, finding herself incredibly dizzy but fighting it. She reached over and held onto his hand. “He’s my entire world, quite literally the other half of me and if he gets trapped here with us then I need to know because I will do whatever it takes to keep him safe. Do you understand?” she asked quietly, squeezing his hand.

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The feeling of her hand on his was a shock. Oz wanted to pull away. It had been so long since he had felt any kind of warm and kind touch that he wasn’t even sure of how to process it. He just stood frozen, not wanting to cause Maeve more pain. Keeping the eye contact was hard and he felt himself fidgeting. “I u-understand. Nobody li-like that is here... but I’ll t-tell you if h-he gets here.” He stammered with a solemn nod. Time was running out for him to get out before his absence was noticed and the cameras showed him inside her cell. He didn’t want to leave her all alone, he knew the loneliness of being trapped there and nobody else deserved it. “I... I-I h-h-have to go... I’ll, uh, just... I’ll come b-back... you’re not h-here alone.” He stated, pushing himself to turn away. He didn’t want her to feel as hopeless as he did, but he couldn’t stay with her the whole time.

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Brooke was a little surprised that he was holding out his hand for her to touch. He seemed… sad. She didn’t know why but she had a good feeling it might have to do with the fact that he was dead. She hadn’t encountered anyone else dead but she thought that most people were upset about it. She’d had long enough that she’d come to terms with it. Her heart ached for the pain her family felt but she knew they were okay and that seemed to help a little. She offered him a small smile as she stepped toward him. She reached her hand out, feeling a little nervous herself. Her mouth went dry as her eyes focused on his hand. Her fingertips touched his skin softly and she felt a jolt of electricity rush through. Not like static shock… but something else, it wasn’t bad either just very intense. Her eyes went up to meet his again, shock all over her face. “Did you feel that?” she asked. She was hesitant to touch him again in case he had felt it and hated the feeling.

Archie struggled to keep his hand still, anyone who looked close enough would be able to detect the tremor that shook his fingertips. He wanted to pull away. He didn’t deserve any kind of touch or connection, which was probably why he was in this desolate place. Before he could change his mind, her fingertips brushed against his. He didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe for her to just pass right through him, but he hadn’t been expecting the energy rush through him, like a wave rippling under the skin. Truthfully it was the first time he had felt something other than pain in a long time. “Yeah...” He said quietly, trying to process what was happening. He couldn’t make sense of it, but he wanted to feel it again. It was just something, anything, that distracted him from sadness for a fleeting second. “Can I...?” He reached his hand out to touch her again, waiting for her permission. It was selfish, but he just wanted to feel something.

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Duke was a little disappointed by the guy’s answer but he appreciated the honesty. Or the assumed honesty. He couldn’t see this twenty-something willing to slum it for the experience of it all, but maybe he was wrong. He sipped his drink as his eyes got a closer look at those ridiculous cheekbones. He smiled then nodded. “Glamorous? Probably not. Luxurious?” Duke paused as his smile grew, “Yeah that’s where I shine. I’d pick an island down in the Caribbean where the water is clear and it would just be me and that someone I haven’t met yet. And I mean just the two of us, nobody else could get there unless they had a boat or helicopter.” He shook his head as if it were out of the realm of possibility. It really wasn’t, but he hadn’t met that man yet he wanted to drag to such a place. “I wanna be unreachable and I wanna be able to fuck wherever I want whether it’s up against a damn coconut tree,” he chuckled, “or on a beach in the middle of the afternoon. Just someone who I can be with in beautiful paradise, pretty simple.”

Augie wasn’t surprised by the answer, he was more surprised that he didn’t think his idea wasn’t glamourous. He found himself leaning in a little closer, maybe just to properly take in the man’s glorious features. “I think maybe you need to reconsider your definition of glamourous. An island to yourself to fuck on sounds pretty glam to me... but I guess you could prove me wrong.”  He ran a hand through his dark mop of hair, pushing it away from his face. “It’s not too late to just get off this ship and fuck on a beach next time they pull up.” He shrugged, wishing that he could do just that, but unfortunately his family would kill him. He wasn’t the perfect son as it was and bailing on a wedding to get pounded by a beautiful stranger would put him in the worst books. He continued to drink, a smile on his face, “Or, I’m pretty sure there is one of those awful plastic coconut trees next to the pool, close enough, right?”

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Penelope was taken aback with how… normal he was. She had assumed he was a bit of a prick for the sheer reason he was born with so much power. Yet he was standing here in his pajamas, eating her cold chicken with a smile on his face. She watched, fully aware of how creepy she was being, him eat and enjoy the chicken. It was not something she thought she would ever experience again or something she would be able to speak about so she wanted to take in every moment of this surreal scene.

“You could attempt to steal her away,” Penelope replied with a smile, “and if you did, I would have to fight dirty and I don’t want mess up that pretty face.” The words came out naturally and long before she had time to consider what she was saying and to whom she was speaking. Fuck. No reason to go back now once the flood gates had been opened. “I’m taking her with me after my wedding and while we’re ignoring all formalities… she is the only part I’m looking forward to so you see if you steal her, you will be robbing me of any happiness I might have,” she was half-joking. She was not looking forward to her wedding, but she didn’t feel as dramatic as she was portraying.  

It was nice to have a moment, without the gentry that usually surrounded him, to just enjoy a simple pleasure. If Genevieve knew that he was acting so casually in front of someone who could easily tell the rest of the upper class that their king was not a formidable ruler, she would kill him, but he didn’t care. Bring on death for a late night fried chicken snack and someone who wasn’t afraid to talk to him like a real person.

Francis laughed, at first out of shock that someone would even jokingly threaten him. It was refreshing, really. “I can’t tell if that’s a threat or a compliment... or both?” He said with a grin. This was fun, and it had been a long time since he genuinely had fun with anything really. “You make a compelling argument... how about a deal? I don’t steal your beloved and talented chef, if you let me visit for fried chicken occasionally.” He wiped his hand clean on his pants, and held it out for Penelope to shake. “Deal?”

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Amari loved not having the stress of money like most people her age had, but she wasn’t going to admit it to this arrogant asshole. She refused to let him gain any ground. She would help her father, but this was also her father’s mess and she wasn’t going to mop it up for him. 

Her eyes narrowed at him, but her lips moved to smile sweetly at him. “When you say working together, you mean we do the work and you sit there and cash the check right? I want to make sure I’m clear on the specifics of your work ethic,” she replied. She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. She rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair and her hands folded on her stomach. 

“I’ll help you with an apology,” she turned to her father, “I wouldn’t trust him to know a sincere apology if it walked up to him and slapped him across the face.” She turned back to Sebastian and smiled the same sweet smile at him.

Sebastian knew he held the power in the situation. He had dealt with his fair share of stubborn brats who argued against everything he put forward because they were obviously lacked the intelligence to understand what a PR manager did and why they needed one. It was fine. He could not care less if someone shot themselves in the foot as long it was after he did his job. He was just there to paint someone with enough reflective chrome that it distracted from the utter shit underneath.

An amused chuckle left his lips. Amari was sharp, he would give her that much, and that willingness to challenge must be why she had come along in the first place. “If that makes you feel like you have some control over this then sure, let’s say that.” He shrugged, returning her smile without bothering to hide just how smug he felt, “But if you thought you could spin this alone then you wouldn’t be here.”

Sebastian stood, walking around his desk and leaning on the front of it to face the pair. Victor sat silently, surely afraid that he would say something that would lose his daughter’s support or just prove his complete idiocy. “Now, was that so hard?” He said, condescendingly, “If you’re a good girl and work with me here, I’m sure I’ll be out of your hair and you can go back to not having a care in the world.” He reached back to a little black book on the desk filled with the numbers of people who owed him a few favours and turned to Victor. “We’ll need to work quick here, because the more time we wait, the more time people will have to try to dig up anything nasty from your past.”

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Dia had no idea what he was talking but her gut was saying he was telling the truth. Or maybe what he thought was the truth. If he believed what he was saying then he needed to get checked out by a mental professional. She wasn’t a shrink nor could she help someone other than just getting them to the hospital. She frowned when he told her to watch. Then he was gone. She froze. There was no way he could’ve taken off as she had been looking right at him. A moment later she heard a crash behind her and she jumped to her feet to see the man in pain on the ground. “What the fuck…” she gasped. Instead of taking a moment to process it, she instantly went down to his side. “Either that was a very good trick or…” she didn’t finish her statement unwilling to verbalize what she had seen. She offered him a small smile hoping to ease his pain a little. “Come on Houdini let’s get you back to the chair,” she suggested then put an arm around his middle and stood up slowly with him. Her brain was trying to rationalize what she had just seen and came up with no logical explanation.

It was a terrible idea to show her, but if it was a choice between being pushed out into the open street before he was ready, and showing a random stranger an unimpressive jump so he could rest and then leave, he was going to choose safety. Parker gave a strained smile, acting as though he had never been called any variation of Houdini before, “Ha, Houdini, cute.” 

Standing was hard, and slow, and extremely painful, but he only had himself to blame for practically throwing himself on the floor. He was aware of his limits and pushed them anyway. “Thanks.. for helping. Most people would’ve called the cops. Not that the cops could’ve kept me for long.” He managed to get back to the chair with a pained grunt. He slowly lifted his shirt, peeling it away from the already coagulating blood. The wound was deep, whatever hit him must’ve been sharp as hell, but the fact that he was still mobile meant that it probably hadn’t hit any major organs.

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Sunny’s heart sank when she saw Cody. She didn’t yank her arm away when he grabbed it. She should’ve run. She should’ve just given him the finger and ran the fuck home. The tears welled up in her eyes as he spoke, hidden behind dark sunglasses. She didn’t try to stop them, knowing she was safe from him finding out how upset she was. Nobody knew or would ever know her as well as he did. Even after all this damn time, he still read her like a book he’d read a thousand times before. Every part of her body started to ache, longing to be away from this intense sadness and guilt she felt. Once he finished, she took a deep breath to clear any kind of roughness in her throat. “I guess I do you owe an apology because I didn’t realize how bad your sex life is,” Sunny started. She shook her head, keeping her gaze on him. A few tears had escaped her sunglasses and were falling down her cheeks but she told herself he wouldn’t be able to tell. “I mean if you’re chasing after someone you couldn’t fuck in high school… “ she paused, making a yikes face, “it’s gotta be pretty bad.” She bit down on her lip in faked lust before taking a step toward him and putting a hand on his chest. “Tell you what, for old times sake we can fuck. We can head over to my car and I can climb into your lap and ride you until you come,” Sunny removed her hand and took a step back, “because I’m a healer and I can tell when someone has had blue balls for fourteen years.”

Cody wanted to let everything out, maybe it would stop him from feeling bad about not dropping everything and somehow finding Sunny after she left, but he knew it wouldn’t be good. Someone would hear, and then Renee would find out that he was hung up over someone who he should’ve let go a long time ago. “Jesus Christ. Are you hearing yourself?” He said, pulling his hand away from her, but not stepping back. Why wasn’t he just leaving? His life was good. He was happy. This was just... a complication. A distraction from the happy life he had built himself. He didn’t want to fuck Sunny. He just wanted to not feel whatever it was he was feeling. “Just stop.” There was a lump in his throat, at least that was what he was telling himself. It was why his voice was straining as he reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks. If she was anything like the girl that he used to know, she wasn’t about to back down and stop trying to push whichever button that would make him leave, but he couldn’t stand to see her cry and he wasn’t about to walk away. “I don’t want that... I just want answers.”

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The hotel room, singular, that the department had put Connor and Andi up in was small, with dim lighting and the type of bed spread that belonged in the 80′s. Connor supposed that department couldn’t exactly put them up in luxury lodgings, lest they look suspicious. Connor wandered in and looked back, holding the door open for Andi with a grin. Hell yeah, he still had it. The department still called him an asset and that was fine with him. “Okay, hear me out...” He started. The pair had worked three cases now, well Andi did the smart stuff and the investigative things and Connor just tried to be good to scared people and got to make shit fly around with his mind. Andi obviously hated him, but he definitely didn’t hate Andi. She was definitely a hard ass, but in the coolest way. “So, you get the big bed, AND I’ll even give you one of my pillows, your pick so I don’t just give you the most flat one, IF you let me have control of the TV.” @partyforonewriting​

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Duke watched the man as he spoke and hated that he was starting to like the guy. Either he was too good at bullshit or he had some wisdom at least when it came to picking up people at bars or cruise ships in this case. He took a sip and smirked to himself wondering just how much fun his new friend was. “I haven’t been called fun in a while,” he joked trying to remember the last time he’d stayed out past midnight. He moved to rest his elbow on the bar as he faced the young man. “Alright so if this isn’t your idea of a vacation, what would be? You know if money wasn’t an issue,” he paused and moved to poke the man’s upper thigh for emphasis and other reasons he wasn’t going to admit, “what’s your perfect getaway?” 

Augie sipped his drink, fighting back the urge to down the whole thing and just get down to business. But this wasn’t work and he wasn’t being paid to forgo the part where he had to get to know someone. “Sounds like you need better friends.” He replied with a smirk, leaning a little closer. Augie raised an eyebrow as he felt the man’s finger against his leg. If that wasn’t a very subtle move, then he didn’t know what was. “I’m not sure if the perfect getaway actually exists.” he answered with a shrug, “But the closest thing for me would be backpacking in Europe. No itinerary. No planned stops. No fancy hotels. Just getting in on the ground level with the locals and skipping the tourist bullshit. Maybe I’d get a job in a French vineyard when funds got low, and then just go wherever I want, whenever I want.” He smiled, stealing a glance at his new ‘friend’, “I’m sure you’d think of something more glamorous?”

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Robby: it would end up on facebook and somehow make it back to my little village and my gran would see and i'm sorry but a great night of sexy fun isn't worth a three hour long lecture about it

Robby: you sound like you want me everywhere

Robby: been thinking about me too?

Leo: pity, it would've spiced up those poor boring bastard's lives

Leo: i'm insatiable ;)

Leo: did u just admit u have been thinking about me?

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Robby: walls are sturdy

Robby: i guess we should avoid the one you share with your neighbour unless you wanna break thru into their flat butt naked with a fit bird under you ;)

Leo: i can think of a lot of places we could test for sturdiness, floors, kitchen worktop, bathroom sink, shower, balcony railing the list goes on ;)

Leo: wow, sounds like u want that. feeling a little exhibitionist?

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Robby: does that mean we have to stick to the bed and not use your furniture

Robby: or break in that poor table's case

Leo: we just gotta go for the more stable surfaces, which is hard because all my furniture is from ikea

Leo: RIP poor ikea table. what a way to go out

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Robby: i don't remember u being this cute, stop that ;)

Robby: my voice is rough so you probably won't get any screams out of me

Leo: excuse u i'm a fearsome creature of the night

Leo: ur fine, babe, i have new neighbours who might try and report me if u scream too loud

Leo: i'm sure we can find some fun ways to stay quiet

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Robby: okay, deal.

Robby: i'm starving so i'm gonna stop and get something to eat

Robby: anything i should avoid? don't wanna ruin ur appetite ;)

Leo: lol i was thinking the same thing before u sent this so... interpret that however u want

Leo: garlic, but not because of the vampire thing... it just makes everything smell like garlic in a bad way.

Leo: Don't worry, my appetite isn't going anywhere