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[c4shman]

an independent 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 multi roleplay blog ft. 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 from 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥: 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. taking inspiration from many literature. this blog contains mature themes only follow if you are 21+

lissi, 28. she, they ( refer to they if you do not know me

muses. angel. buck cashman. cannonball. captain avalon. clint barton. daniel sousa. doctor nemesis. E.V.A. elsa bloodstone. emma frost. gabriel o'hara. griffin sinclair. ian quinn. james wesley. jimmy hudson. joaquin torres. rictor. loki. multiple man. pete wisdom. quentin quire. reed richards. sabretooth. sunspot. the black knight. the hood.

#𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.  [ 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i will only accept mains and/or affiliates if we are close friends or have known each other for 1+ year max. ( this may be moot with special circumstances ) our characters have to have a chemistry we both adore as well. ]𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. lissi , 25+, she/they. if you are not a patient person do not follow me. my irl gets super busy and hectic and i cannot be here all the time. my activity is sporadic as i get muse for other characters frequently as well.

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. and i cannot stress it enough, please don’t follow me if you don’t intend to write with me. 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i will block. don't assume there are hard feelings, usually there aren't. i will curate my space. i also block for block tbh as i have been stalked before. i also block people who have my close friends blocked, i wont interact with people who have them blocked. i have my own personal dni in place.

[poindexe]

❛ you know, i used to be his attack dog once. ❜ dex allowed himself to wander down through his memories—his childhood, his job in the fbi that introduced him to wilson fisk to his fall into an unfathomable darkness. kingpin had created bullseye. he had found where dex was most vulnerable, what dex wanted most and twisted it until his rot matched fisks. dex couldn’t remember what it was like to have clean hands. the only difference now was he felt free from obligations of his inner turmoils. dex no longer lived like a parasite, attaching himself to anyone he could find,

❛ you and i aren’t alike though… you got a choice, right? you don’t need him to feel special, cause you’re already there. ❜ dex grinned and leaned his head against the wall of his cell, ❛ does is wife still wanna play puppeteer with my strings?❜ dex cocked his head at buck, ❛ tryna figure why the happy couple’s still yanking my chain. ❜ dex stood up from bed and went to the bars, ❛ hope you don’t have some nasty secret or a past you don’t want to go back to—cause there’s nothing like being lifted so goddamn high that you feel like you’re flying, only to be launched all the way back down on the pavement. ❜ dex chuckled and left the smile on his face, ❛ been their literally and figuratively. ❜ / @c4shman

[c4shman]

ooh. he liked that, " the mayors attack dog. " it wasn’t an insult, nor did he think bullseyes meant it as one; or perhaps he did, either way it made bucks teeth ache to sink into flesh. how dare you go against my owner? it was a satisfying feeling to be referred to as such. it meant he was held in high regard. as well as a threat. wesley had been called his lapdog; wes had told him as such and buck heard the disdain in his voice. “lap” dog, he knew, was be an insult; but then again. sitting on the mayors lap wasn’t the worst place to be. he chuckled to himself.

❛ i am. ❜ he nodded. ❛ but i am here because of him. he brought me to this… what is it? "attack dog position. " ❜ before fisk he was lower than he had ever been, digging for the scraps, working for whoever needed a hired gun. when wesley got him to do work for fisk it was one of the best days of his life. he was determined to prove he was an investment that fisk would make good on. ❛ mr. fisk treats me well, and in turn, i do whatever… ❜ a pause, to let bullseye hear the satisfaction in his voice. ❛ it is he wants of me. nothing to get in the way of all he’s handing me; no deep-seated desire to be good… no women to act as my… ❜ he tuts. ❛ what was it? ah— my north star. ❜ he says, giving a smile to the man. ❛ all of that is unnecessary. i do good work. mr. and mrs. fisk will be playing with you so long as they deem you useful. i will admit that aim of yours is unmatched. i can’t blame them for keeping you on a leash; i only wish they would have invested in a muzzle as well. you do like to chat. ❜ he sat across from him. palms flat against the table. ❛ do you think you could behave for a bit? there are… things … required of you. ❜

[honeylies]

ah,   there it was the prize of his laughter.   some men just have it all.   georgia wasn’t sure what she might do if he laughed a little too obnoxiously or just was plain annoying.   she did like a well rounded kind of man.   perfect,   but not too perfect.   so,   her curiosity was wondering what he might be hiding underneath that suit.   slow down,   georgia.   she had to rein herself in,   keep from biting her lip a little to flirtatiously.   she was still on the clock according to  mrs. fisk.   again,   that nagging voice in georgia’s head reminded her of the promise she made to her kids.   she felt a sigh building up in her.   she just wanted a little fun.

❛ oh,   i don’t know… i wouldn’t mind a little back and forth with you.   ❜  georgia’s cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much,   and for once it wasn’t something she had to force.   mrs. fisk had a few men that she associated herself with that let their eyes linger a little too long and gave georgia the creeps—but they weren’t nothing she couldn’t handle once if came down to it,   ❛ i’m almost tempted to test it—see if you will ask again,   and how soon.   ❜  but,   she knew she wouldn’t—this was georgia’s favorite part about the beginning.   the flirtations,   the excitement you got when seeing them smile,   the tiny inside jokes they accumulated along the way,   she never really looked for the waving red flags or the warning signs,   because where was the fun in that?  ❛ i could really use a drink,   and that ride home just puts the cherry on top now,   doesn't it? ❜  she tilted her head,   cause she knew how it made her look,   there was a playful feigned innocence to it,   ❛ that’s just a little extra time i get you for..   ❜  she pretended to think about it,   like she hadn’t decided it was a yes even before he asked,   ❛ how could i say no? ❜

[c4shman]

he wondered how much trouble this could actually lead to. a relationship of any romantic or sexual sense was never expected when he did work like this, then again, how often was it he worked in the public rather than the shadows. he felt more like a man and less like a killer on the prowl this way. so, in a way this was good for him, he deduced. eyes narrowing as she spoke, waiting for the answer. he smiles again at her, she made that so easy. he was beginning to wonder if it were losing it’s charm: his smile. ❛ wonderful then. oh… ❜ he pauses, ready to turn to leave. ❛ i’m not sure i know any good bars around here; do you? ❜

he clicks his tongue, turns over his wrist to check his watch and looks back to her, mouth pulling into a line. ❛ time does not seem to be on our side, georgia. ❜ he pats the parcel and shakes his head with a sigh that almost sounds sad. ❛ i should get this to mr. fisk; and you should probably return to mrs. fisk, i imagine? ❜ another glance at his watch, he silently hoped that the parcel really wasn’t mr. fisks lunch because if it were he had kept mr. fisk waiting long enough, but also if it were it didn’t smell appetizing… ❛ i will see you tonight, then? thank you for the chat. ❜

[c4shman]

b.uck is too handsome and im sure he knows it. like... his dimples go crazy.

[honeylies]

she loved his accent. georgia could listen to him talk all day with no complaints. the only problem that might arise is that, she might not be listening to what saying, just how he was saying it. she told herself she deserved this—and she wasn't bringing him home... yet. she caught herself before she let a sigh slip out. it was hard to contain herself sometimes—his dimples were so damn cute. she nodded along to whatever he had said after her name and decided she ought to focus for her own sake. she didn't want to lose this job. ❛ oh you know that old song about the sun coming out tomorrow—it'll always be there. ❜ she smiled again. 

❛ that's exactly what this is. ❜ georgia's smile only grew listening to him speak. it was way too late to play hard to get. ❛ there's actually nothing in that parcel—it was just a ploy to get me down here so i could talk to you. ❜ she was good at being coy, even if her attraction to him was obvious. she let herself laugh and enjoy this moment. it was harmless after all. even if it led to nothing, she enjoyed the work getting there all the same.

❛ ohh... imagine he sends her back this parcel with a note attached that i would not read even if you paid me to. ❜  georgia indulged this false gossip, even though she knew a little bit about what was going on with the fisks marriage. this kind of gossip was also harmless. there was no factual truth to it, and that wouldn't make her feel bad, nor get her in trouble. she hoped. 

[c4shman]

quite troubling... ... he found her distracting. he wasn’t used to distractions. he made boundaries for himself which he crossed when it came to her. naughty, buck. it was fun and harmless fun at that. he would let his body decide what comes next… within reason. he smiled easily around her; dangerous. she had a playful nature about her that urged bucks to come to light. he could hardly deny her this fun.

he laughed now. ❛ i do hope they don’t have us playing back and forth all day; i would hope that mr. and mrs. fisk have more… important matters to tend to. ❜ he placed his other hand on the parcel, half tempted to shake it, half tempted to open it. loyalty was important to both mr. and mrs. fisk and buck would not be the one to betray that. ❛ after work; what is it? children, you have to get home to? ❜ he cocked his head at her. ❛ surely they can wait until you’ve had a drink? ❜ now wasn’t the time and once again, he was crossing all boundaries set in place, but — he could argue that getting to know her better would be good for business. ❛ i could take you home afterwards. if you’re too busy, theres always next time, because yes, i will ask again. ❜ another charming smile.

[honeylies]

working in the mayor’s office wasn’t the job she was trying to get, but there had been a sudden appeal to it—very sudden. sometimes her mind could be one tracked once she set her sights on yet another man. she had enough funds from her dead husband to support herself financially, but georgia hated being stagnant with nothing to do, and she wanted a distraction that she didn't have to bring home to her children.  turns out, it wasn’t the mayor in need of assistance, it was his wife, vanessa. georgia met with her once and could tell that she liked her enough to keep her around. however, georgia wasn’t quite sure what her job would entail. upside, she got to see her eye candy more often than she thought she would.

❛ hi buck, ❜ georgia said, her smile was wide, and she felt much too excited for a casual meeting. sometimes she felt like a teenage girl when a handsome man was involved—all giddy and stupid, ❛ mrs fisk sent me here because she wanted to let mayor fisk know that she got a little more tied up with her meeting than she thought she would, and wanted me to bring him this. ❜ georgia held out a parcel for buck to take from her, and felt her heart jump a bit when his hand brushed against hers. really? are you thirteen? she chided herself for it, ❛ she also wanted me to tell you to tell him that she expects him at dinner. ❜ georgia was still uncertain why that little message couldn’t have been a text, but she didn’t ask, cause mrs. fisk paid well. / @c4shman

[c4shman]

the day had only just begun and he and the others were being worked hard. buck didn’t mind; though, admittedly, there were days he missed the dirty work. his gun a weight in his belt that he never forgot, it yearned to be held, for a taste of blood. the hunt. buck was in agreeance , but for now, he would play the dutiful servant to fisk, because after all… isn’t that what he is? gladly, he said to himself in his head, a proud smirk on his face. though, this position reminded him of his friend and who should be here instead of him. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss him. wes…

mrs. fisks new … assistant? he wasn’t sure of her title but she have proven to be more than useful. she’d made communication between the two, mr and mrs. fisk, much easier, considering they were refusing to talk at times: hence, the therapy. despite staying outside the door for protection buck could never pick up a single word that was said between them nor between them and their therapist miss glenn. ❛ hello, georgia. nice day. a shame to miss it, isn’t it? ❜

❛ perhaps it’s all pleasure for them. ❜ he smiled at georgia. ❛ besides, that gives us an excuse to see one another, doesn’t it? ❜ he was weighing the parcel; what could she be sending him? because he knew it wasn’t lunch. vanessa is not a chef; in fact, mr. fisk cooked more than she did, didn’t he? ❛ give us the opportunity to get up and move around. i appreciate it; oh, and mr. fisk will no doubt be there for dinner. ❜ he eyes her then. a beat. ❛ but can you imagine he doesn’t show? ❜ georgia seemed like the type to like gossip; drama. entertainment. it was all the same. ❛ whatever the case; i’ll get this to mr.fisk, thank you georgia. ❜

[fmsoys]

25 Days of DAREDEVIL BORN AGAIN countdown to Season 2 [8/25] Arty Froushan as Buck Cashman

[soldevour]

❛ the longer you stay here, the more you have to indulge in this… new style. ❜ jade sighed and glanced down at his clothes. he had grown to like a bit of what he started to wear out of convenience, but he missed being able to dress as impressive as his mind worked. no one here ever took him seriously, and especially now that he couldn’t dress smart, ❛ you’d think the only people who ever got lost here were a group of hippies and lumberjacks... still, you manage to make it look... well... very nice actually.... ❜ jade pondered a moment, really taking in this new look that buck had to adorn because of their circumstance, ❛ huh... ❜  ( @c4shman )

[c4shman]

if there were a word for this place it would be undoing. buck felt his mind unraveling with each passing day; it was itself a war within these borders. that was something buck had been used to. he managed. holding himself together the same way he did during his time in the sas. he offered a smile to jade. ❛ i suppose it is better than running around without clothes. ❜ he looks down at his clothes. meticulously put together; it was a disguise — only this disguise belonged to dead people. he felt oddly uncomfortable with that. he’d seen more dead bodies than he could count on all fingers and toes but wearing their clothes? that felt invasive. ❛ lost and ... died. ❜ he added, not that it helped. ❛ i manage. i’d much rather wear something more suited to me; though i'm sure i’m not special in feeling that… what was your style before all of this? ❜

[c4shman]

b.ucktwt is literally deranged... that man does not hate f.isk lmao nor does he think he's an asshole.

[pialias]

bb had to know what she was doing would put her in danger,  but she also had to know that it would be his ass on the line.  she hadn’t cared.  she played him for a fool.  instead of doing what? talking to him?  he was caught somewhere between a dream and reality, fluttering in and out of consciousness.  the last face he could remember was hers.  she was pleading with him—god, he’d never wanted to see her like that,  but she had known which side he played for,  and thought he was the silly little jester who just happened to have all the information she could use.  part of him felt angry at that,  the other part was overwhelmed with guilt, but anger was all he was left to feel before everything went black.

❛ buck? ❜ daniel said softly,  finally registering the sound of buck's voice. he was going to be bb’s final destination.  the one quick stop to get her to finally stop—cause he tried asking nicely. shit, what a prick he turned out to be, ❛ bb… she was with me… she was crying and begging me to stop… but, i don’t know what happened. ❜ daniel felt his mouth frown. the pain itself was something he could manage. there was a time when he was younger the bigger kids used to tease him about his weight and beat on him, and after that he started wrestling and they didn't try that anymore. so the pain was easy, but this feeling of defeat was harder to stomach. he failed mayor fisk again and he lost bb as a friend. this feeling of guilt was heavy on both ends. 

❛ it had been her the whole time… i screwed up big. ❜  the tears came unbidden down his cheeks, stinking against the open wounds they streamed over, ❛ it’s my fault… i should have known when to stop. i should have known she was using me… i just… ❜ his mind went back to the closeness he had experienced with bb, the thought that maybe a pretty girl like her actually might be feeling what he was feeling too. playing it back, he felt the pain rush into him, realizing he’d been a fool the whole time, but he wasn't a saint. he wasn't someone she was ever gonna choose. it still hurt all the same, knowing he'd set the bridge on fire before ever crossing it to find out.

[c4shman]

it was imperative to keep his calm exterior; daniel was already breaking down for the both of them. but daniel was right, this was a big screw up. how could it have been worse? buck took a moment to think while his hands continued their work on daniels wounds. cleaning, stitching and bandaging. he needed a doctor, but buck was skilled in field medicine, and for now this would work. they didn’t have time for a doctor, they needed to report to mr. fisk and let him know that daniel, bless him, was the source of the leak but it has since been plugged. buck would take the lashing if that's what it came to. he hoped it wouldn’t come to that; he’d plead daniels case on his behalf, though the man was very much capable of doing that himself.

❛ so you have no clue who did this to you? ❜ worrying, but manageable. ❛ for now, lets get you cleaned up — we can return to mr. fisk and you let him know everything that happened, yes? ❜ he looked at his eyes now to show how serious he was. ❛ and daniel… i mean everything. ❜ he nodded, hoping daniel would follow suit. ❛ this is all bb’s fault. mr. fisk is understand; especially when it comes to… let’s say… love. ❜ a smile; more like a grimace. a silly thought that daniel might be in love with her but not out of character for him. ❛ she used you. ❜

[soldevour]

❛ buck right…i’m jade.  ❜  he said almost absentmindedly as if he was dismissing the words as soon as they left his mouth.   he hadn’t even bothered to look away from the glass cups and bottles arranged haphazardly on the floor of what used to be the bar,   ❛  i heard victor say something about how some of the new people scare him,   and i think he might have described someone who looked like you.   ❜   jade took a moment to take in buck’s appearance.   his mind paused if only for a second.   it was not scary to jade.   there was something so sharp and clean about him that made jade a little jealous,   but mostly he found his face pleasant to look at,   but he pushed the thoughts of the old jade aside and gave his attention back to the work at hand.

❛  you’re welcome to the bar,   it’s open to those of us smart enough to know how to use the distiller.  ❜  jade stopped for a moment.   the image of tom passed through unprompted and he breathed in softly.   he hadn’t even known tom well enough.   in fact he has spoken to tom more in his head than he ever had when he was alive.   jade looked at buck again and sighed once more,   ❛ in fact,   i need a break… let me pour you one if you’re staying.  ❜ / @c4shman

[c4shman]

a brow raised at the mention of victor. he thought about mentioning the fact that jade had yet to see him. there was no chance victor described him by voice, then again… most everyone sounded american here; buck sounded entirely british. ❛ i don’t believe i met victor. he doesn’t seem like the social type. ❜ he was uncomfortable with how disheveled his look had become in only a days time — and now they were seemingly trapped, and by the look of some of these people, they weren’t lying, or insane. no, they just might be insane, but they were trapped.

he thought about denying the drink, it would not make this situation any more pleasant or any less real. it would simply dull his senses. ❛ sure. why not? ❜ he sat at the bar and ran a finger over the counter to test for dust. ❛ so, explain to me, what exactly happens at night here? ❜ he wasn’t stupid enough to leave and find out. ❛ jade, was it? how dangerous is it, and why can whatever it is, not be killed by a gun? ❜

[c4shman]

the injuries weren’t fatal, but they would hurt nonetheless. he saw how daniel’s lip quivered at the pain even in his unconscious state. it was pitiable and because of his growing fondness he felt a twang of pain in his chest at the sight of his miserable state. the ache settled there until it festered into something more manageable. an anger that would give way to violent tendencies. for now, he would let his hands remain gentle. as he brushes a cool rag against daniel’s arm, wiping away the blood to reveal the wound. ❛ daniel… ❜ he said quiet and softly. ❛ daniel, can you hear me? ❜ there was bruising on his head, from the fall, buck deduced.

next was a more precise procedure. stitching him back together, ❛ daniel… this is going to be unpleasant. ❜ he noticed daniel's lashes began to flutter. ❛ oh, there he is. ❜ he gently pats daniels cheek. ❛ you took a blow to the head, as well as other… injuries, daniel. could you tell me what happened with bb? i don’t imagine it was her that did this. ❜ @pialias [ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 ]

[notgaybuckybarnes]

ARTY FROUSHAN Carnival Row 1.01 "Some Dark God Wakes"

[manimemes]

there  was  no  language  without  sorrow  in  it                      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯                    a collection of sentences  taken  from traci  brimhall's  work ❛ come  the  slumberless to  the land  of  nod   ❜.  these are heavily  taken out  of  context  and  slightly  edited to  better  fit rp  needs. part  two.

❛ i know it's difficult to line up the sun and the moon and the stars. ❜

❛  fate.  where  does  one  go  to  meet  it?  ❜

❛ three  walked  into  the  night.  two  came  back.  such  awful  math.  so  terribly  simple.  ❜

❛ god  wanted  a  blood  sacrifice.  that's  exactly  what  he  got.  ❜

❛ imagine  yourself  a  hero,  doing  what  you  must  to  survive.  ❜

❛ something  wonderful  and  terrible  happened.  ❜

❛ grief  wakes  the  animal  in  me,  and  even  though  i  know  it's  wrong,  the  anger  feels  powerful.  ❜

❛ i  must  stop  anticipating  terrible  things,  but  terrible  things  happen  all  the  time.  ❜

❛ the  world  is  fucked,  but  that's  been  true  for  millennia.  ❜

❛ i  couldn't  help  myself,  and  i  didn't  want  to.  ❜

❛ but  wasn't  i  good  once?  ❜

❛ none  of  my  prayers  are  questions  anymore.  ❜

❛ what  do  i  do  after  all  this  survival?  ❜

❛ not  all  secrets  are  shames,  and  this  one  isn't  either.  ❜

❛ i  try  to  sing  you  something  happy.  ❜

❛  this  night  calls  for  stronger  magic  ❜

❛ i  wanted  to  touch  the  world.  to  know  it.  ❜

❛ this  is  how  you  love.  to  the  bone  of  you.  to  the  meat.  ❜

❛ her  suffering  transformed  no  one,  least  of  all  herself.  ❜

❛ on  a  scale  of  bearable  and  feral,  i  am  raised  by  wolves.  ❜

❛ i  did  this  to  myself,  i  know.  ❜

❛ when  someone  offered  to  hurt  me  any  way  i  wanted,  i  put  their  hand  around  my  throat.  ❜

❛ i  was  tired  of  surviving.  ❜

❛ his  death  was  not  a  gentle  one.  ❜

❛ there's  no  rest  for  someone  who  knows  what  he  knows.  ❜

❛ it  gets  better  when  i  stop  blaming  myself.  ❜

❛ it  does  get  easier,  it's  just  time.  ❜

❛ none  of  my  sadness  feels  real.  only  my  anger.  ❜

❛ all  my  pains  these  days  are  small  ones,  inconveniences.  ❜

❛ point-blank  is  a  mercy.  ❜

❛ a  lamb  is  a  lamb  is  turning  innocence  into  meat.  ❜

❛ i  am  always  awed  by  the  suffering  of  others  in  a  way  that  is  half  empathy,  half  desire.  ❜

❛ what  can  kill  you  is  sacred.  ❜

❛ so  little  of  me  wanted  to  live.  ❜

❛ i  crawled  to  feel  the  stones  cut  my  knees.  ❜

❛ the  wound  is  larger  than  the  weapon.  ❜

❛ the  house  grew  heavy  with  need,  with  an  ache  i  understood.  ❜

❛ darling  metaphor.  damn  fool.  ❜

❛ i  hadn't  known  the  meaning  of  missing.  ❜

❛ i  gave  your  ghost  ten  minutes  to  ache  in  me.  ❜

❛ i  envied  her  suffering.  ❜

❛ do  not  imagine  every  death,  but  wait  for  the  one  you  know  is  coming.  ❜

❛ no.  you  didn't  kill  me.  ❜

❛ now  my  wishes  are  down  to  two:  staying  alive  and  wanting  to.  ❜

❛ i  have  let  myself  belong  to  someone.  ❜

❛ accept  that  a  heart  heals  like  a  grave.  ❜

❛ it's  alright  to  overdress  for  the  riot.  your  rage  is  stunning.  ❜

❛ it's  alright  if  you  fall  out  of  love  with  being  alive,  but  rise  again  tomorrow.  ❜

[kamillahn]

Arty, please... (video)

[c4shman]

her eyes were distant, true, she had started to act unlike herself since the fall of colony house, but buck thought that was something everyone should have expected. fatimas anniversary had become a curse; a day of mourning. buck would never look at it as something to be celebrated. it had been tainted, and he knew if he saw it that way, he knew everyone else did. she was becoming a rotten symbol, now, all good she embodied laid to rest with the others. pitiable, but unavoidable.

❛ i would say congratulations but — you don’t look all too thrilled. ❜ he cocks his head at her, eyes shifting to her stomach. ❛ something worrisome the rest of us should know about? should i be persuading the sheriff to give my gun back yet? ❜ he tried to offer a smile. ❛ … are you alright? ❜ he asked when he noticed she’d barely given attention to his existence. he moved over on the couch and pat it gently. ❛ sit down, fatima. speak with me. ❜