romanov .

Are we, uhm..

Perhaps on good enough terms to sleep in the same bed again?

I apologize if that’s moving too quickly. I can resign my thoughts to my head.

... i suppose we can try, anyway.

morte-dead-sea

Okay.

…listen, I.. won’t prod much. I understand it’s a sore spot, especially now. But word got around to me.

What was Leo to you?

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what does it matter?

it's not like you were around anyway.

Are we, uhm..

Perhaps on good enough terms to sleep in the same bed again?

I apologize if that’s moving too quickly. I can resign my thoughts to my head.

... i suppose we can try, anyway.

it's funny how fast things can change.

mortimer was so gruff and closed off when i first met him.

now i hear all about how compassionate he is. his care for his friends when they get hurt. his willingness to take in a hurt child on top of everything else in his life, and then his strength to give that child up to protect them, even if it hurt him in the process. his effort to change.

part of me resents it.

none of this could happen until he left closeknit, until he left me. why did these people, people who did nothing for him but further burden him and send people after him repeatedly, deserve his compassion?

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Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?

excuse me?

Shall I repeat it a little louder? Perhaps your hearing aid isn’t tuned correctly.

For someone who has more eyes than average, you sure do fail to see the situation you’re placing yourself in.

i'm not afraid of you, lazarus.

i've dealt with you before and i could easily do it again, but i'm going to leave it to closeknit to handle you.

but if worst comes to worst, i'll do what i have to.

leave my husband and his... friends alone.

I don’t think I take orders from you.

and i don't recall taking anything from you, except maybe blood samples.

Keep running your mouth like that darling, and you’ll be very familiar with the act of taking.

i've never been afraid of a feeder's threats before, and that's certainly not starting now.

I don’t make threats.

then call it an empty promise.

Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?

excuse me?

Shall I repeat it a little louder? Perhaps your hearing aid isn’t tuned correctly.

For someone who has more eyes than average, you sure do fail to see the situation you’re placing yourself in.

i'm not afraid of you, lazarus.

i've dealt with you before and i could easily do it again, but i'm going to leave it to closeknit to handle you.

but if worst comes to worst, i'll do what i have to.

leave my husband and his... friends alone.

I don’t think I take orders from you.

and i don't recall taking anything from you, except maybe blood samples.

Keep running your mouth like that darling, and you’ll be very familiar with the act of taking.

i've never been afraid of a feeder's threats before, and that's certainly not starting now.

Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?

excuse me?

Shall I repeat it a little louder? Perhaps your hearing aid isn’t tuned correctly.

For someone who has more eyes than average, you sure do fail to see the situation you’re placing yourself in.

i'm not afraid of you, lazarus.

i've dealt with you before and i could easily do it again, but i'm going to leave it to closeknit to handle you.

but if worst comes to worst, i'll do what i have to.

leave my husband and his... friends alone.

I don’t think I take orders from you.

and i don't recall taking anything from you, except maybe blood samples.

Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?

excuse me?

Shall I repeat it a little louder? Perhaps your hearing aid isn’t tuned correctly.

For someone who has more eyes than average, you sure do fail to see the situation you’re placing yourself in.

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i'm not afraid of you, lazarus.

i've dealt with you before and i could easily do it again, but i'm going to leave it to closeknit to handle you.

but if worst comes to worst, i'll do what i have to.

leave my husband and his... friends alone.

Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?

excuse me?

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[ she stared at him, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head. ]

no, no, take your time.

…who the—

[Vernon doesn’t recognize the voice—eyes shooting open to see Anya right in front of him.]

—what.

[He’s dumbfounded, squinting his eyes, rubbing them—just to be sure he’s seeing things right.]

…How’dja get into our apartment??

mort let me in.

[ she thought about further elaborating, but a part of her was curious about how he might potentially react. ]

…Yer’ kiddin’ me. Cut the cameras, show’s over.

[Vernon sighs, muttering to himself.]

If I didn’t know any better I would’a slapped you silly. But the last thing I need is another bicker battle wit’ Mort.

More importantly—what on earth was he thinkin’ bringing ya’ down here? I’m gonna go over there n’ slap him silly. Serves ‘im right.

[ she eyed him for a moment, stifling a laugh. ]

i don't know if you'd be able to get very far with that endeavor in your current state, but the sentiment doesn't go unappreciated.

Don’t push it Anya. You’re lucky yer’ a guest. Sonofabitch.

[Vernon shakes a fist in front of his face, with a crazed expression. He glares—with a stink eye so passionate you could feel its stench a mile away.]

Mort…when I catch you—

[ she laughed, unable to catch herself this time. ]

you sure do act your age, don't you?

i guess that's a nice change anyhow.

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[ she stared at him, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head. ]

no, no, take your time.

…who the—

[Vernon doesn’t recognize the voice—eyes shooting open to see Anya right in front of him.]

—what.

[He’s dumbfounded, squinting his eyes, rubbing them—just to be sure he’s seeing things right.]

…How’dja get into our apartment??

mort let me in.

[ she thought about further elaborating, but a part of her was curious about how he might potentially react. ]

…Yer’ kiddin’ me. Cut the cameras, show’s over.

[Vernon sighs, muttering to himself.]

If I didn’t know any better I would’a slapped you silly. But the last thing I need is another bicker battle wit’ Mort.

More importantly—what on earth was he thinkin’ bringing ya’ down here? I’m gonna go over there n’ slap him silly. Serves ‘im right.

[ she eyed him for a moment, stifling a laugh. ]

i don't know if you'd be able to get very far with that endeavor in your current state, but the sentiment doesn't go unappreciated.

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[ she stared at him, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head. ]

no, no, take your time.

…who the—

[Vernon doesn’t recognize the voice—eyes shooting open to see Anya right in front of him.]

—what.

[He’s dumbfounded, squinting his eyes, rubbing them—just to be sure he’s seeing things right.]

…How’dja get into our apartment??

mort let me in.

[ she thought about further elaborating, but a part of her was curious about how he might potentially react. ]

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.