Staring into open flames;

❝ Something in it had a power, could barely tear my eyes away. ❞ Chase Lewis. Roger. Cleaner. Addict.

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evpierces:

Everly glanced down at the expensive looking watch on her wrist — it was a gift from one of her repeating clients, and for once one that she didn’t need to ask them for the receipt for. Men usually had no idea what it was she liked, they just gifted her with the most expensive looking things they could find or gift her with presents that their wives had been given and never used. A sigh slipped between her lips as she read the time on her watch, the dealer she was supposed to be meeting was late. Again.

“Five more minutes and then I’m crossing the border to buy from a Lostie.“ Everly muttered to herself, annoyed that her dealer had the nerve to keep her waiting out in the cold.

“Wouldn’t tempt fate.” Chase said considering the situation, he’d been across the border that day. And didn’t doubt the line dividing the two sides was becoming thicker because of it. “They’ll be along soon enough but until then.” He pulled the small baggie from his pocket. 

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streetwclkers:

“Positive. And there’s no need to worry about Leo. He’s the best boss in the world.” Effie nodded in reassurance as she looked over at Chase. She wasn’t used to seeing him alone. Sadie was always nearby. But thinking of her friend at the moment brought a pang to her heart.

“The next one’s on me— What can I get you?”

“A pint of your finest.” He said, the lack of company keeping him from spirits. If he was going to have to fight a Lost Boy, he’d rather not be stumbling into the fight. Not that he expected it to happen, especially not in the sheep. But he was still cautious knowing it was neutral ground. 

“How’s it been around here?”

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reesetherobber:

Reese looked up as though threatened as someone slid into the opposite side of his booth as he was midway through his apple pie. In prison every move was a power struggle, the cafeteria had been a battleground for dominance and more than once something as meaningless as chocolate mousse had ended up in an infirmary visit. Despite being free nearly a month now, he hadn’t been able to shake that mindset. 

“How is it?” Chase asked as he took his seat across from Reese. “It was a little too cinnamon heavy last week.” And he’d made the comment to the staff who definitely did not appreciate the critique. 

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theothersibling:

Roxy pressed her lips together in a frown, gazing up at Chase. She didn’t say a word at first before two finally came out. “Sorry. Move.”

Chase took a step to the right, clearing her path. He knew Mason and Michelle a decent amount, the former more than the latter for obvious reasons, but the third siblings had always managed to elude everyone and everything. And if it was possible, she even talked less than Beaux so colour him curious as to why she’d ended up on their door. “You sure you want to leave so soon?” 

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streetwclkers:

“Oh, I can’t do that.” Effie shook her head ruefully, flashing him a grateful smile. It was kind of him but she wouldn’t accept it. That wouldn’t be fair in her mind. “It’ll go out of my paycheck. It was my mistake, not yours. But thank you.”

“You sure?” He asked, his mind working to decide what he wanted as he saw her move toward the broken shards. “Wouldn’t want the boss to give you a hard time.”

[benkenobee]

the thirst for taron is real 2/? (via)

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streetwclkers:

Head reeling with rapid-fire thoughts and worries, there was no surprise that the brunette was staring off in space behind the counter, absentmindedly cleaning the same glass that she’d been cleaning for the past fifteen minutes. At the sound of someone trying to grab her attention ( maybe it wasn’t even hers they were trying to grab ), Effie flinched as the glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the ground. 

Her cheeks flared red as she bent down to pick up the shards, internally scolding herself as she did so. “S–Sorry.”

“It’s alright, doll.” He said taking in her expression, this was clearly a new position for her and he hadn’t meant to make her night harder. He was just avoiding the lagoon at the moment, unsure if Sadie wanted him around right now. Plus he’d only stopped for one drink before getting back. “This mug’s enough to give most a fright. Just add the glass to my tab.” 

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theothersibling:

Roxy didn’t know why she was still in the church. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t seen Mason or because she was searching for answers that no one was giving but she finally stood, smoothing her dress down. She had taken one step when someone was in her way. “I’m leaving, if you’ll excuse me.” She stated without looking up.

“Woah, slow down pop Rox.” Chase stumbled back dramatically, offering her a warm expression. “You almost took me out there.” 

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mollyastor:

                    “Want some help?”

    She paraded herself around the room, avoiding     the mess on the floor, to prevent her heels from     getting dirty. Molly wasn’t exactly offering her     help – other Rogers would do it if she told      them. Then again, she was having fun looking     at Chase struggling with the cleaning.

              “Should I bring someone else?”

“If you think you can, Mol.” He knows she’s not offering her help,  outside of Captain, she’s the most likely to call out an order of some sorts. But it  took a lot to move a Roger from their sleep. Though he’s not sure that still applies after what the Lost Boys had done. 

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gabrielwhitmns:

“Around the same time you stop complaining.“ Gabriel quipped, stretching his arms above his head as he began to yawn. Gabriel had stretched himself out across a pew late last night, too tired to return to his own apartment near the docks used for importing weapons, drugs and more.·“If empty beer bottles upsets you then I hate to think what it will do you when you learn what else has happened inside these four holy walls.”

“That’s just vile.” Chase remarked, collecting the bottles and putting them in boxes to let the rookies use for target practice. They were going to need it. “Though I doubt anything could be worse than using the baptismal bath to clean dirt off our hands and stealing the communion wine.” Or burning stray pages when you were to tightly twisted up. 

[coldwavelegends]

You hear them too, huh? The voices.

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edvspvwel:

“They don’t exactly love me. I’m a bad influence.” Edie laughed at the thought, before taking Chase’s arm so they could walk. “So you haven’t had a good night, then?”

“More checks then crosses.” He disagreed, Sadie was safe, Smee was....Smee. A founding lost boy was dead and some were no doubt injured. It was a big win for the home team. And despite his friend’s distress, Chase couldn’t be miffed or distraught about George Darling’s dead friend when the cinema was now an empty lot. 

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edvspvwel:

“Oh.” Edie’s lips pursed in contemplation- she had always assumed Sadie hung around so much because she was dating one of them. Chase had been the safest bet. 

“Not sure. They generally only gather all together when they’re angry at Mason.” 

“And you don’t want to stick around because.” Chase tilted his head from side to side, connecting the dots before grabbing his jacket and lighter. “I’ll come with you.”

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edvspvwel:

“Both of Mason’s sisters are in there so I’m getting as far away as possible.” Edie knew better than to linger when the Williams all got in a room together. She and Josh had made a pretty good system of avoidance when it came to situations like that. 

“Your mer-friend didn’t look so hot back there. You two have a bad date?” Edie had only seen the girl dressed to the nines, now in tears. It seemed like a pretty simple way to put two and two together.

“Someone else’s bad date.” Chase stated vaguely, his expression suddenly flattened. Sadie was neutral, and as much as Chase respected it it came with a price same as choosing a side did. He’d pop by the grotto later to see if she was okay, maybe even bring flowers or something. 

“Why are Chelle and Roxy here?”

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edvspvwel:

At the sight of her almost sister-in-law, Edie knew better than to stick around, headed out the door as quickly as possible. Things were far too tense for her liking, but if she had said as much, she knew she would only be met with stares and maybe an annoying insult- neither of which she was in the mood for. 

“Get the car, rescue your friend, get back as soon as possible.” Chase muttered to himself, it was suppose to be easy. In and out, but the second they got to the boarder Sadie saw Hook and he barely had time to stop the car before she was barreling out of it. “Didn’t even get time to park and...” He caught Edie from the corner of his eye, his head popping up similarly to a meerkat when he had. “Hey, where you off to?” 

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smeegol:

“No we don’t.” Smee concluded, focusing again on whittling down the wooden crucifix he had jimmied off the wall into a sharp end. He knew where Hannah was at that exact moment, he had seen Vaeda a few hours previously and Hook’s text was the last one opened on his phone. All those he didn’t wish dead were present and accounted for, whoever had found themselves in the clutches of the Lost Boys could see themselves out of it. 

There was no denying it, he was petty when muzzled. 

“Oh we do.” Chase challenged, a rare occurrence between the two men. Chase had always been happy to follow Smee around for the most part, but he knew the man well enough to know he was going to love this. “Hook asked me to take you all special.” He said, feeling the weight of the hairspray in his pocket. “Anyone gets within five feet of the car that ain’t our girl, you bleed ‘em out with a bullet. Open season, mate.” 

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svdiesrvyale:

“A block from the border.” Sadie heard the anger in Chase’s voice, well aware of where it had come from. This had always been the way it would end, hadn’t it? Both sides hating her while she sat alone. No matter what she did, she always ended up alone. 

“I’m sorry, Chase. I’m so sorry.” 

“Hey,” His shoulders dropped hearing the sadness in her voice, he drove the car like he was in a backstreet drag race turning off the radio the second it started. What he was about to say was important, and he needed her to hear it plain. “This isn’t on you.” Chase loved flames, worshipped them like new age gods, they were the only thing that could make him feel alive and it was the most damning irony that it had cost him what it did, could of cost him more so. But for as much as he loved watching things burn...She wasn’t going to be a casualty of crossfire. “We’re close, keep your eyes out for the car and uh.” He eyed Smee beside him, ready and more than willing to do the maximum carnage possible to get them back over that boarder. “Go for the back seat.”