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              His bluetooth in his ear, Thorin let out an irritated sigh at the                   familiar voice. There was a pleasure he took from it, being able to                   converse with someone that wasn’t a complete and utter idiot. The                     downside was rather  ~ … obvious.            

      “I don’t have time for this.” Thorin told the other. Though, he was somewhat     alarmed at the mention of Dis. He knew very little about his sister. If she was     still alive. How many children she had. After Vali, he knew nothing. But  he is     too alike his sister in one way;;

                                          His heart is his weakness.

              “You know exactly where Frerin is. What did Dis want?”

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                    ❝  Oh, I'm sure you can make time.  ❞

          All pretence of amiability gives way to ICE at that. The words 'my           way or the highway' spring to mind.  Others bend to HIS will.  Not           the other way around. He catches the hint of  ... concern ...  in the           other's voice, though, & it's enough to appease his TEMPER ; for           now.                                                                                          

                    ❝  I'd be insulted if you thought otherwise. Aren't you                          the least bit curious as to where the  black sheep                          of the family is hiding himself ?          Or have you                          decided to move on to your other sibling now that                          your  favourite  toy  is  too broken to play with any                          more ?   ❞

          He pictures rows of buttons in an elevator ; his fingers jabbing &           poking at every one until the mechanism short circuits ...  It's so           EASY  to  rile  them  up   ( the eldest & youngest Durins )   but  it           doesn't make it any less entertaining ...  Or EXPLOSIVE where           Thorin is concerned ...

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                    ❝  I had a LOVELY little chat with your sister                          yesterday ... Thought  it  was  about  time  I                          gave you a call & we could  have a catch-                          up of our own ...  ❞                                                 

          His  voice  seems amiable enough, all soft tones & thinly-           veiled amusement that mirrors  the  upward  quirk  of  his           lips  but ... there's  a STEEL to  the  words  that  the  other           best not ignore.

                    ❝  How is that darling brother of yours ?  ❞

                      Far, far away & playing house with some                         herb-addled halfwit.  

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dxrins

replied to your post

“i set up this account & then kind of abandoned him for like three...”

DO ONE FOR THORIN AND TAURIEL XOX MY TAURIEL IS SXLVAN

I KNOW, AM GETTING TO IT NOW & CHECK UR WHATSAPP BC SENT U THING

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                    ❝  You should know, it's RUDE to stare                                      & MANNERS won't cost you a penny.  ❞

                          but looking any longer will cost you more ...  

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                                   criminaliism liked this.

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          Legs   cross,   hands  folding   across  his   lap  &  fingertips   press           together he  levels  the  INTRUDER  owner  with  a  charming  ( if           not for the ice in his eyes )  smile.

                    ❝  My apologies.  ❞                     Though he makes no                     attempts at moving.

          The  other's  TERRITORIAL  posturing  adds  an amused lilt to the           words & he settles back a little deeper into said chair.  If he weren't           so refined he'd swing his feet up to rest across  the  good  Doctor's           desk.  Just  to  see  the  lines  around  those  tired  eyes deepen in           frustration.                                                                                  

                    ❝  I  do  HATE  to  intrude,  but I'm afraid ... this simply                          can't wait ...  ❞

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                                                               WELCOME TO               

                                             ＴＨＥ   ＳＰＩＤＥＲ＇Ｓ   ＷＥＢ

                                                                   ♔   ♔   ♔                              

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          Mercenary work wasn't really his cup of tea. Something so crude           & inelegant leaves a foul taste in his  mouth. No.  He  was  much           more a 'people person'.  Words cut better ( deeper ) than knives           after  all, & he  does  so  love  to  watch  his PREY dance.  Which           brings him to her.  Scrawny,  half-starved thing she is, but useful           & he doesn't like to waste an opportunity.  He's caught snatches,           whispers, of her ... Abilities.  Something  such  as  this  deserves           his attention, even if only for a few hours.  He has his fingers in so           many pies,  he  cannot  be  expected  to  dedicate more to a drug-           addled teenager, special or not ... Time to put her to the test.

                    ❝  A little birdy told me you were looking for work.  ❞

          His  voice  is smooth ;  the  lilting  edge  to  his  accent  sounding           almost condescending as he arches  a  brow,  barest  hints  of  a           ( predatory )   smile  shot  in  her  direction.  Immaculately  shined           shoes click against the  damp  concrete  of  the  alley  floor  as  he           advances, almost languid, as he draws to a  halt  a  few  feet from           the girl. He'd lean against  the  wall,  cage her in a little more,  if  it           wouldn't  ruin  his  suit.  Westwood  doesn't  come  cheap  &  he's           already wasting enough resources coming here ...

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“Middle aged?!" Dis gasped, a hand pressing to her chest. Her response   was only half-feigned. As far as she was concerned, fifty was middle aged.   Anything above that was 'mature' and ‘worldly’. 

                                  Anything below that was still young enough to go clubbing.               It takes a moment for her to process his question, blue eyes narrowing              slightly when she finally realized just what he was getting at.  She               should have expected it from him. Heck, he probably knew more about              her bloody cat than she did.                            Dis could have gotten angry over that, but she didn’t, and just sank                          into her seat, perfect posture faltering in defeat. “You’ll know the                          names of the men that took him, then. I want a list.” 

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          The narrowing of her eyes does little but coax the corners of his           lips up higher. Now things were getting interesting.  Her  heart           had always been her weak spot ; something  that  he  was  only           too happy to exploit. When it suited him.                          

                    ❝  This isn't about  what  you  WANT,  sweetheart,                          but what you can AFFORD. And I think  we  both                          know, I don't come cheap.❞

          Hands are steepled in his lap now as he cocks his head to  one           side, shark-like grin  darkening  ( just a little )  at  the  prospect           of   having   someone  so  put-together  fall  apart  at   his  doing.           Holding that kind of POWER is intoxicating ...

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i set up this account & then kind of abandoned him for like three weeks oops, but my muse came back to me with a vengeance so feel free to like this for a starter

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            “Well, sweetie, if you must know, my dead husband is actually              very alive, and probably heavily influenced by marijuana with              my eldest son as we speak.”                                    She folds her legs and fakes a grimace — if only to cause                                    him some discomfort.             ”And that would be the first time his mouth has touched             anything that isn’t between my legs in a week. Dwalin             was more than helpful, mind you.” 

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                    ❝  Family bonding time how sweet.  ❞

          The last word is drawled, the final consonant almost snapped           out as eyes narrow  ( just a shade )

                    ❝  As fascinating as I'm sure middle-                          aged sex is,  to  be  quite  honest,  I                          don't care.  ❞

          The  thought  makes  him  shudder, internally.    He may hold           some ( begrudging ) respect for Dis, but that doesn't extend           to   indulging   her   chit-chat   about   her   bedroom   activities.

                    ❝  But Vali ??            Finally found his                          way home, did he ??  ❞

          He'd   always   thought   her   first   husband   bore   an  almost           uncanny resemblance to  a  golden  retriever  puppy  with  his           unwavering  loyalty & lack  of  real  brain-cells  to rub together           ( more a kicked one in recent years, though that seemed to no           longer be the case )  & the phrasing  of  his  question  has  him           cracking a sly ( shark-like )  little grin.

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            Regardless, she places his cup down on the coffee table, cradling             her own within her palm.She drinks it down in three gulps, letting             out a whiskey- tainted sigh before she sat herself down opposite             him.

                             ”Girl Interrupted? You must have a thing for the 90’s, from                               your choice of shoes and pop culture references.” There’s                               a little raise in her eyebrows at that. Dangerous games                               were the only ones Dis liked to play, and if James was                               anything, it was dangerous.

"But, if you’d like to compare me to Angelina Jolie, I won’t argue.  Now, darling, could you do me a favor? Have Moran move a few  steps away from my pond. Wouldn’t want to upset the koi.” 

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                    ❝   Spin  the  wheel  again,  sweetie,  that                           whiskey  must  be  stronger  than  you                           thought.   ❞

          He lets the comment about his shoes slide. For now.           There's no accounting for taste, after all.    Especially           given her husband.                                               

                    ❝   &  as  much  as  I   L O V E this  little                           guessing  game          &  really,    I do                                   I  didn't  come  here  for   another                           round of 'where's Sebastian'.   ❞

          Slim fingers  ( almost feminine bar the blunted curve           of his nails )  curl  around  the  handle  of  his drink at           that  &  he settles back  into  the  soft  cushions,  only           partially-feigned boredom souring his expression.

                    ❝   I came to be entertained.   ❞                          ( Dance, monkey, dance )     

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"As if that would stop you from showing up! Empty-handed, at that.  And I’m kind enough to have made you coffee to warm you up, but,”                     She shrugged, lifting her own mug and taking a sip, giving a silent                     thank-you to the inventor of whiskey,"If you don’t want it, then fine.                     I, however, am planning on getting utterly drunk so you’re a bit                     easier to deal with.” 

          Lips curl up, exposing  ( perfect )  straight teeth   (  an           almost  predatory  expression  )   at      her     words.

                    ❝   ALCOHOLISM  suits  you.   ❞

          His movements are fluid, graceful,  as  he  sinks  into           his  usual  spot;  opposite  the  bay  windows.  Perfect           view of the garden  (  &  wherever Moran had decided           to perch himself )                                                 

                    ❝   &  coupled with those daddy issues ?                           very  Girl Interrupted...    ❞

          His smile takes on a sharper edge. That was why he           was here, after all?   As much as he  relishes  power,           every once in a while  he  needs  a  verbal  adversary           that won't wilt under his withering stares.       

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Her cameras never failed her, and, although unannounced, at least he didn’t break anything this time. She’s in no rush to answer the door, if only to irritate him, and pours two cups of coffee —- Irish for herself, black for him, and slinks to open the door.

                            “Its unhygienic to wear the same jacket for a month straight.                              But lets not dwell on our faults, come in." 

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                    ❝  You  leave  me  standing in  the  cold  &  now                          insults ?  I'm starting to think you don't enjoy                          our little get-togethers...  ❞

          Brows raise, an openly mocking imitation of a pout gracing           his  lips  as  he  strides  past  her  without  a  second glance.           It's a familiar dance     &  whilst he often tires of banality, he           has no shame in admitting that he takes an almost perverse           delight in  waltzing  into  her home unannounced  &  pushing           her buttons.                                                                      

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;; khxzdul

         Nimble fingers brush once over the lapels of his  ( immaculate )          jacket        the gesture more for show than from any real need to          primp himself.      The minuscule black lens tucked in the upper          corner of the porch gets his lips twitching  up into the beginnings          of a grin.                             He knows she's watching, smart girl.

                    ❝  It's  RUDE  to keep a guest waiting.  ❞

         The words are light, almost lilting, though the  darker  undertone          is  obvious  enough                          if  you  know  where  to  look.                        

                    (  patience is a virtue, but he's not a virtuous man  )

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I'll get a self-promo  &  starter calls etc up tomorrow but it's 1 am  &  I'm exhausted  &  finally pleased with how this page is looking so  I'm  going  to bail out onto one of my other accounts for now

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Okay, I just don’t know how to use watercolour

Actually, it doesn’t even look like watercolour /sigh/

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