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MALCOLM "MAL" SAWYER. THIRTY EIGHT. RUNNERS. Do not offer him riches, he cares not for your coin. Do not offer them surrender, he cares not for victory. Offer him nothing, for he comes only to murder. --- OOC; meme. they/them.

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i just sneezed:

        ‘ i don’t mind PLATONIC sweet talking; sometimes all a girl needs is a friendly compliment. good- as a mother i would’ve been pretty disappointed if you took some poor kid’s friendship bracelet. favorite? well- i think that deserves a hug, sure. ’

‘ and friendly compliments are what i’m full of ---- ---- i’m a friendly guy! ---------- here, bring it in, darlin’. ’

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not darling apparently:

     ‘ theoretically —- - yes. but given all of my surroundings, it’s more of a social concept, you know. what if i put something in the right category that the others think of as wrong? it’s a fustercluck. one that i’m trying to solve. darling? my name’s ; my name’s liza. ‘

‘ well then, liza, it’s a pleasure to know your name & meet your acquaintance --- --- and i think you & me are gonna get along great with that perspective. though i think you’d have everyone fooled into thinking you’re a good girl who knows social concepts like she knows the back of her hand --- --- pretty girls like you don’t often have the same mindset as you do. i like it, liza ------ you’re special. ’

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needs help rn pls help her:

       ❛ i know. ❜ the younger assured, despite a nagging confusion. ❛ i would NEVER tell anyone. but… what if someone asks? ❜

‘ ----- ----- then LIE. ’

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FREE HER:

       practically every inch of the younger’s frame was ACHING; and she considered lying, assuring malcolm that it hadn’t hurt a bit –– not at all! but with the past consequences of a white lie, becca simply held back. ❛ i’m okay now. ❜ she spoke, a glimmer of sincerity making it onto a usually strained expression of happiness. truth be told, the older could bash her head against a nearby wall and it’d all be mended by the simplest of touch –– gentle, as she knew he could be. settling against his body, –– they fit together like the pieces of a DYSFUNCTIONAL & TOXIC puzzle. though of course, she’d never see it like that. nor would she ever consider their love anything but pure. rough sometimes, but that’s how you knew –– that it was RIGHT, that you belonged with the other. because if you fought; it meant something, didn’t it? slender digits were placed CAREFULLY against the male’s neck, fingertips daring to intertwine with light hair. 

‘ i’m glad, ’ he murmured gently, fingers grazing her neck as they moved to the small of her back, where he pressed a gentle hand to draw her closer. ‘ and you’re not gonna tell anyone anything, right? you & me, we have to keep this all secret. ’ his voice hollowed, the sweetness gone. ‘ no one understands what i have to do, not here. not like they did back at our camps. ’

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oblivious to satan:

        ‘ you’re quite the sweet talker, i’ll give you that, but my heart does belong to another. it’s sad when people do that; but, rest assured, i am very happy. how about the shake? i don’t think anyone makes those dinky bracelets anymore, unless you wanna take one from one of the younger kids here -–– i doubt they’d have our names, though. ’

‘ and you’re quiet the girl to deserve the sweet talkin’ --- --- if only, if only. and ‘m glad! friends only want their friends to lead contented lives, miss bethany. now -- --- i ain’t in the business of stealing from children. i’m a man, not a monster! so how about a friendly handshake --- maybe a hug, if my new favorite pal is feeling a little risque on this nice afternoon? ’

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liza minelli:

@diabclvs said  ☁  ( what is love by haddaway )

      ‘ —– - so, what is RIGHT? & what is wrong? ‘

‘ ain’t that up for you to decide, darling? i didn’t think a pretty thing like you’d get so caught up in moral quandaries. ’

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innocent:

       lip quivering, the younger attempted to conceal any form of FEAR&DESPAIR displayed onto dainty features. instead she held her gaze, chocolate meeting his as he spoke. with multiple nods, she silently admitted defeat. she always would. whatever he wanted. that’s how it worked; that’s how it should work, right? if he wasn’t happy, she wasn’t. and she wanted him to be–– more than she was positive she wanted anything. ❛ okay. ❜ the brunette began, contemplating her next move. what she wanted? comfort. and despite the older’s ability to provide it at that moment was a grey-area –– the female sought it out. slender arms wrapping around the other’s neck, becca pulled herself closer to his frame.  ❛ i’m sorry. ❜ she spoke against the warmth of his body, lips pressing against malcolm’s skin.

‘ ------- ------- quiet. ’ he commanded, hands finding waistline, then hemline then snaking under the latter as he moved his head backwards to press a soft, gentle kiss to he forehead. ‘ i didn’t really hurt you, did i, baby girl? ’ he stroked her hair, tangling digits in brown locks as he moved to look at her, chocolate hues radiating faux kindness he hoped seemed legitimate. half the battle, he had decided long ago --- would be convincing the younger that his ABUSE was hardly something to be worried about, even in their own privacy. she didn’t need to be hurt once the last punch flew --- he wasn’t even hurting her. 

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lesbihonest:

      ‘ you certainly can, ’ bethany offered a semi-sweet smile, hoping that the subject of her husband would pass as quickly as it came. ‘ thank you –– but i’m not doing it alone, i have a wonderful partner to help me out & i don’t know what i’d do without her. well i’d like for us to be friends; you can never have too many of those nowadays. ’

‘ girlfriend? no wonder you haven’t already fallen subject to my charms --- --- a taken woman. i hope you two are happy --- --- to think some people stay in bad relationships. think i’d like us to be friends too, bethany --- --- we can shake on it, or i can buy some of those friendship bracelets girls used to carry around ... we’ll be thick as thieves by dawn if we keep up the sharin’ circle. ’

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tiny:

         she attempted to ignore his advances, teeth sinking into fuller lip as he forced her against rough surface. eyes closed & thick brows knitted together; words escaping in a hushed tone–– as if she was terrified of what part of him it might trigger. and maybe she was.  ❛ i love you. ❜ the younger repeated, ignoring the burning of auburn hues. ❛ SO MUCH! ❜ becca continued, voice raised this time; yet still nearly inaudible to anyone but herself. she didn’t WANT this. she never had. black&blue markings being replaced by fresh ones on the daily, and a constant worry in the pit of her stomach? this was no way to live. but malcolm? the man who quite literally was holding his life in his hands? she wanted him. and if that meant along with the bad, –– and the WORSE –– then she’d take it. she’d take all of the abuse over being lonely. over being without him. ❛ i don’t. ❜ the brunette finally admitted, not daring to force her confession even an octave above a whisper.  ❛ i don’t. so please, ––– PLEASE –– can you stop? i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry! i promise. i didn’t mean to lie to you, can we… baby, please. ❜ becca pleaded, though with her luck –– to no avail. 

he paused, thinking for a moment at her plea --- --- the need for him to harm her; to wrap his fingers around her neck or bring an open handed SMACK across her face, had depleted -------- but he didn’t want the younger to think tears & begging would always get her her way. he sighed, heavily, moving away from her for a moment, wringing sore hands from battering the female. ‘ that’s enough for today, ’ he said lowly, going closer to her again and cupping her face in warm hands. this was part of the trick; the plan --- --- the little comforts he gave her  a m p l i f i e d  the pain, and made themselves seem so much better. she would never leave because of a smack if later on her kissed the bruises, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. ‘ it’s okay, baby. i didn’t hurt you that bad --- --- keep your chin up, okay, sweetheart? ’

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baby thief: 

        ‘ new orleans & new york? damn– i’m jealous, those seem like amazing places to live. well it’s nice to meet you malcom sawyer, even if you’re a GIANT who can’t remember his weight. right, um –– bethany helms-ellis, i’m thirty years old, five foot … two, i believe & a woman never reveals her weight. s’not like i know what it is, but still. i’ve lived in bellingham, washington my entire life ––– except for now, obviously ––– i’m a widow, ’ the woman held up her left hand to show the wedding ring she still wore, ‘ and i have a daughter named mia. uh- yeah, that about covers it. what happens now? ’

‘ well, beth --- --- can i call you beth? --- --- i am incredibly sorry for your loss. i’m sure your husband would be proud of you taking care of your daughter and living so bravely --- --- now? that’s up to you, darling. a gentleman doesn’t coerce such a pretty lady into anything, even a friendship. ’

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baby bean:

she fell for it too often. the affection quickly being replaced with abuse? she knew what was to come, yet she found herself thinking that maybe this time. maybe he wouldn’t. maybe his embrace would last longer than a few moments, and maybe he wouldn’t end an action of LOVE with one of VIOLENCE. palm met bruised features, and she gasped. hand instinctively shooting up to aid the burning skin of her cheek. warm chocolate hues displayed a pleading look, though she herself remained quiet–– doing whatever she could not to push the older further. so with lips pressing together & palms meeting harsh material, the younger pushed herself off of the ground. ❛ –– – i’m not crying. ❜ she finally voiced, although the words that now hung in the air between them proved anything but sincere. ❛ mal? ❜ kat continued, one arm snaking around her own frame; providing comfort for aching ribs.  ❛ i love you. ❜

‘ you love me? ’ mal shook his head, a ghost of a smile tracing tanned features. it was true; he knew --- --- or the younger  t h o u g h t  it was. love was not patient, or kind, or whatever other kind of BULLSHIT proverbs and poems spewed --- --- love was jealousy & pain; love was anger & love was resentment. so if it was true: if love was his abuse and her surrender, then mal & kat were a star-crossed tale for the ages. ‘ you don’t love me. you love when i kiss you and hold you and fuck you. if you really loved me, katrina --- ---- you would BEG for me to teach you a lesson. you’d “ love ” that just as much. & liars? ’ by this time, he had circled around her, now standing with his face to her back, digits carefully tracing patterns along her shoulder blades. ‘ liars need to be punished, not taught. ’ as if a switch had been flicked, a rush of ANGER surged through him. dishonesty was  s y n o n y m o u s  with disrespect to the male --- --- and even if the younger thought her affections to be both reciprocated & true --- he knew neither hailed correct for HIM. he grasped a chunk of her hair, yanking her backwards towards him, where he grabbed her arms and rushed forward, pinning her against the one of the walls surrounding them.  hands met the bruised flesh of her neck, commanding a response. ‘ why would you lie to me like that? --------- do you like it? ’ he leaned closer to the younger, fingers still wrapped around her neck and now, body pressed against hers to maintain her spot against the wall. ‘ do you like it when i do this, then, kat? ’

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malcom’s fave milf:

        ‘ wasn’t joan of arc burned alive? let’s put it this way; i’ll protect everyone if it doesn’t directly result in my own demise. i have a child, y’know, i wouldn’t want to leave her MOTHERLESS. okay, that sounds fair ––– – so tell me about you. ’

‘ alright --- --- malcolm sawyer, aged thirty eight, six foot one --- lost track of pounds a while ago. born & raised in new orleans, moved to new york when i was eighteen & all bright eyed and bushy tailed. studied business at nyu, graduated fifth in my class & the rest is history. no kids on this end, my favorite color is green, i miss hamburgers & monday night football more than anything --- --- go ahead, sweetheart, give me the rundown on your pretty little head. ’

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protector extraordinaire:

        ‘ don’t you think we’re all different from how we used to be eleven years ago? not necessarily BAD different, but different nonetheless. to protect you? well- i don’t know you very well, but i know that i personally want to protect all those that i can –– –– a decade ago i wouldn’t have said that. ’

‘ well, aren’t you a sweetheart wanting to protect everyone. or, sorry: all those you can. but let me tell you a secret: with gumption like that? you could be the next joan of arc, riding off into zombie martyrdom.  tell you what, princess: i’ll let you get to know me, i’ll get to know you --- --- and then we can protect each other. ’

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satan’s wifey:

          she wanted him to STOP. she always did. there was not a moment she didn’t miss the interactions they’d shared before, –– and the brief moments since he’d displayed such kindness. the end of days had taken a toll on everyone. and perhaps malcolm had suffered more than she’d known. but until he was ready to open up, she wasn’t going to push it. instead she accepted the blows as they came, coughing as her chest was ignited –– set on fire by rough movements. a small whimper passed through full lips, continuing to hold back the tears that she’d promised wouldn’t make an appearance. though with the strained smile she forced onto pale features, the task proved near impossible. ‘ ––– – is that better ? ’ the brunette asked, tone timid; fearing her boyfriend’s next move. she’d done what he asked, hadn’t she ? there was nothing more to be punished for. she hoped there wasn’t. but that was an all too selfish wish. it took two for a relationship to truly work, and without her complete sacrifice –– surrendering herself to the older, how would it ? 

a smile defrosted placid features as she let out a whimper, and slowly, he sunk back down to where she was, pressing a soft kiss to full lips, wiping away the tears pooling in her eyes as she tried to hold them back. ‘ you’re beautiful when you smile, vanessa --- --- but crying? why would i ever want a girl who can’t hold back her tears? ’ a comforting smile still smeared across rough features, he lifted his hand and smacked her, open handed & her with full force. admiring the red mark on her cheek; and the rest of his handiwork, spots and splotches of chrome and purple and red making  p a t t e r n s  all over her skin, he spoke again. ‘ i’m not hurting you, ‘nessa. i’m helping you --- --- you don’t cry when someone helps you, right? ’ there was something about the younger that  i n t r i g u e d  him, after all the time. certainly, he could have gone after someone with a little more kick; he loved nothing more than when someone fought back ( except, of course, winning ) --- --- but the way she followed him so blindly was a rush to his brain --- ---- ---- and he LOVED it. it was wrong, it was despicable, he knew --- to treat someone so innocent this way. but didn’t that make her surrender all the more satisfying? ‘ stand up. ’

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@steriliis ; “who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are very different things.”

‘ now, look who’s a regular motivational speaker --- --- now, if what you say is true: how come we’re all still kickin’ around? or are all the pretty girls like you the ones changing to protect my sorry ass? ’

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:((((.

          she’d DESERVED it. she’d failed him, –– inevitably messed up. that’s what she did. she just wasn’t sure how; or what she’d done. she didn’t know, not enough to better herself. and she wish he’d tell her. but she understood why he wouldn’t. her voice was weak, and a soft squeak escaped her as her body met the floor; almost muffled enough to go unnoticed. but not quite. though she was still trying. she would always keep trying. listening to his words, her breathing proved unsteady –– the younger all too close to become the bawling mess she continuously was punished for being. nodding profusely; a part of her wished it was enough. that her word meant more to him than it did. even if it was a silent agreement. feeling an unexpected force against already bruised ribcage, her lungs were emptied of their content–– and she desperately tried to catch her breath once more. ‘ what you have to. ’ the brunette coughed, tears threatening to roll down dainty cheeks. ‘ teachin’ –– me a lesson, right ? i should’a known better. ––––––– i’m SORRY. ’ 

there was no romanticism in the world that could save malcolm saywer’s intentions: with the truth told, he LOVED hurting the other.  in a heart that rarely felt a flicker for anything or anyone --- --- there was something about the other when she was fearful, violet & grey taking up more space than anyone could have deemed accidental. he missed the chase of wooing her, convincing her, manipulating her --- so he needed to find a new outlet, a new game to play. and to the elder, vanessa was nothing but a pawn & a plaything for him to through around like a ragdoll just to whisper saccharine words into her ear as he stroked her hair, or treat ever so gently as he told her how awful she was --- --- if there was good & there was bad, he’d decided ---------- she would never leave him. ‘ if i’m teaching you, sweetheart ... ’ he continued, smiling softly ( falsely! ) at her, actions differing from words as he kicked her swiftly again, thrice, before crouching down to her position. digits sound themselves entangled in her hair again, running his fingers through it before grabbing a handful and tugging her head towards his with painful force. ‘ you aren’t as PRETTY with your face all like that, angel ----- ----- can i get a smile? ’ 

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HELP HER:

           she should know better than to expect gentle actions from the older, being more than aware of what he’d proved himself to be capable of. yet, she flinched as he moved–– not entirely registering the situation until pain spread throughout her forearm. SILENCE. that was all she had to give, & with teeth piercing the thick flesh of her inner cheek–– vanessa attempted to prevent the inevitable cry of pain to escape full lips. though it wasn’t until a stinging of her arm was replaced with a crushing aching of her skull that she spoke once more. holding onto the distance he’d put between them, the girl didn’t quite dare inch closer. ‘ ––– – then i will ! ’ she began, voice all too shaky. ‘ i’ll do… whatever it is that you want me to do. don’t you get that ? i’m with ya, mal. always have been. ’

he swallowed hard, fists clenching and unclenching as he moved towards the younger. he grabbed her, roughly by the arm again, pulling her upwards and close to him. ‘ you’re an IDIOT, ’ he spat, dropping her fragile frame to the floor as quickly as he had lifted her. slowly & carefully, he crouched beside her, switching gears as his face softened --- --- he did this often, flipping back and forth between gentleness & abuse as if someone was flicking a light switch. his control o the mood, of the dynamic between them, made him feel POWERFUL --- --- and there was little the elder liked more than power.  ‘ and you know that’s why i have to do this, right, baby girl? ’ he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. ‘ you have to learn. i ain’t hurting you, you know that --- --- i’m  h e l p i n g you. ’ gently, he kissed her cheek, running digits through her hair once more. then he stood, foot sharply kicking into her side. ‘ what am i doing, vanessa? ’