Denied

Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical

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kennedytxllis‌:

“A woman scorned? I hope you don’t think I’d be mildly upset about seeing that. You’re definitely nothing I haven’t seen before. And it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen a woman naked, either.” Kennedy waved her hand, though her smile remained, “You’re such a drama queen.” Pushing his jaw lightly, she turned to try and keep the popcorn out of his reach, “We’re watching World War Z with Brad Pitt because he’s hot. So shh.”

“You wound me, truthfully. Is it too much to ask that you be just a little bit bothered by the possibility of seeing that? Then again.--- I could get on board that whole, you -- me-- another woman naked scenario if that’s ever on the table.” He shrugged, laying the taunt down as if it were seemingly nothing at all. “Coming from the drama queen herself, I’ll take that as a compliment.” The gently push at his jaw had him leaning back slightly, Hendrix doubling back to encircle an arm around her waist to reach again for the popcorn, “I was always more of a Colin Farrell kind of guy..-- but sure, we’ll watch for your Pitt fix.”

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kennedytxllis‌:

Kennedy rose an eyebrow, bowl of popcorn on her lap that she’d made in Hendrix’s kitchen, “It’s like…magic.” The Tallis smirked a little, having gotten comfortable on the hunter’s couch. She rolled her eyes, though her smile remained, “You’re so dramatic. I forgot how it was when you surround yourself with men who have yet to grow up. You going to sit down or what?”

The sharp snort that morphed into some semblance of a laugh as he grabbed for a shirt notwithstanding at her brash mock of magic. “Okay Sabrina, maybe knock next time. I could have been doing god knows what.. with god knows who in here and I’m not here for a woman scorned the sequel.” He lent down, hands propping himself up either side of her as he moved close enough to almost press his lips to hers, only to snag a handful of popcorn and grin instead. “Is that your way of making this sound like some boy toy fantasy of yours? Objectification is frowned upon you know. --- What bullshit movie are we watching now?” 

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@bcthgarrison

“This is the last one.” Certain that it was something he’d proclaimed many times before, “The last time I let you drag me to one of these things.” Still, the champagne glass in his hand did just enough to quell his own boredom in a room filled with people turning their nose up at the mere fact that had no idea who he was. “Some decrepit old woman groped me in ways.. I haven’t been groped in years and I’m only just now seeing that you’re completely happy to watch me suffer here. I feel used.” The smirk that lay just beneath the surface toying with the amusement bright in his eyes. 

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@kennedytxllis

“Did I give you a key and just.. forget about it?” It seemed unlikely, but Hendrix already had little doubt that Kennedy would have found her way in any which way if she really needed it. “If I ever tell you to make yourself at home and find out that you’ve given yourself your own drawer or something, I hope you know you’re completely to blame for my moving house.”

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* Paul for IL FAUT magazine

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giaivan‌:

Gia shook her head, leaning against the bar. She’s stopped looking for the approval of others at the ripe age of thirteen. It’s was a skill that ultimately served her well. “Who said I was trying to convince you? You and I both know very well know I give a rat’s ass what your vain little self thinks about me. Or anybody else for that matter. That would be the true waste of time.”

“Even more reason for me to prefer hanging out with you than most other people.” He simply hated when people made such a point to prove themselves, it was tiring and fuck if he didn’t hate listening to it. Gia made it all the easier to relax himself, all pretenses near obliterated to make way for the semblance of friendship she’d offered. “I really hate wasting my time.”

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kennedytxllis‌:

“My dodgy excuses?” Kennedy pinched Hendrix again, making sure she grabbed his nipple this time. “You’re really pushing your luck, Hendrix,” she laughed, shaking her head. It was nice to finally relax, and she’d missed the man, anyway. “I know. But you ever seen me run away from anything?” she pressed, turning to rest her head against Hendrix as they walked. “At least if I’m here, I can protect you and all the other dumbass friends I have.”

The sharp hiss between grit teeth as she pinched at flesh through his shirt only ended with quick swat of his hand at her fingertips. “--- If I wasn’t right you wouldn’t be picking on me like we were in fourth grade, Ken. The only one pushing their luck around here is you, you’re lucky I’m not really pissed at you for leaving in the first place.” He might have lingered in prolonged silence a little too long, mockingly drawing out the thought process of whether he’d ever seen her shy away from something. “I guess not, but I just don’t think you know when to give in.” Not always such a terrible thing, but detrimental when the losses were so great. “A dream come true, imagine Kennedy Tallis, determined to come to my rescue.”

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sloanrivera‌:

Already poised to leave, utterly filled to the boiling point with contempt and exhaustion over their riff, and somehow he managed to lock her in place with the second largest bombshell in their tumultuous history together. It ricocheted throughout the caverns of her mind, attempting to find purchase amongst the knowledge she had possessed until this moment and finding nowhere to land. A constant reverberation as Sloan remained in silence, features betraying her as a blanket of unfettered shock covered every inch of her face whilst he continued his verbal barrage. Truths spilling from the seams, more information than she had ever been privy to before suddenly overflowing between them until finally the words clawed their way up her throat to join his in the open air. “You left me because you were afraid to lose me?” Not shouted, barely whispered atop a breath which she hadn’t realized was being held. “You should have told me. You should have—” A hundred alternate solutions could have been found in comparison to the heart wrenching option that he chose for his own self preservation. “Walking away to protect yourself at the expense of us…” Somehow this ached more unbearably than any false confirmation that she was disposable, or unloveable. The notion that he had so willingly torn them apart to avoid a hypothetical outcome concocted by his own mind– endured heartbreak and forced her to suffer through her own all this time. The weight of his words finally began to seep into her cognition, the implications behind his decision ripping her apart from the inside out. “Oh, I’m so glad you can breathe because I’ve felt like I was underwater for two fucking years. And you just– you let me exist like this. You were never going to tell me the truth, were you?” Just as quickly as he made his revelation, already she noted his attempts to reach for another escape from facing the aftermath. “And now you’re going to leave. Again. You coward.”

“It doesn’t matter what you think I should have done, I did what I did and that’s all there is to it.” She could accept it or continue on the venomous path of lingering hatred for him. Fighting with her was as tiring as it ever could be. The rough track of his eyes into the back of his skull not nearly as subtle enough to keep silent with the harsh groan that followed. “Yes, Sloan ..-- to protect myself, like you taught me to do.” Like everyone who had ever taught him anything had made a point. Protect yourself. At all costs. There was too little in this world worth sacrificing if it were to so wholly compromise who you were. And Sloan? --- Everything he was crumbled at the idea of a day that might one day come without her here. “Like you’ve done your entire life, so don’t look down your nose at me for turning away from something I don’t want to accept when that’s exactly your brand.” Turning his keys over in his hands, tightening his hold on them, knuckles turning white rather quickly. “It is not my fault if you couldn’t let go.” The problem, entirely --- but from the moment he’d walked out, every choice she made to feel such a way lay on her shoulders alone; and for someone who so vividly avoided emotions in any other facet of her life, he couldn’t imagine it would have been so difficult had she tried. “Why would I stay? Give me one good fucking reason to stay and listen to you rip me for choosing to protect myself? To protect you?” If she couldn’t handle this separation between them, how could she ever make it through the inevitability of the death of her hunting pair? The fact remained --- hunters never lived long.

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giaivan‌:

“You know I only put up with you because you’re pretty right?” Gianna deadpanned, stealing his next shot when the bartender set them down on the bar. She tossed both back in quick succession. “That’s absolutely why. My temper is literally at the bottom of the list of reasons. And despite your obvious faith in my abilities I have excellent temperament control, I simply don’t have to use it like some people.”

“I mean, I’m vain enough to accept that.” And he’d truly never quite made it such a secret. A sharp chuckle filled his lungs as she snatched both shots as if there’d been some untimely race for it in the first place; Hendrix already gesturing for another round. “Oh, I really, really don’t doubt that for a second, but going through that list is honestly just a waste of my time, maybe yours too. You’d have to put a little more effort into convincing me of something like that, G.”

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addisonxvale‌:

“Well,” Addison snorted slightly and took a swig of her drink “I guess that’s what you get for trying to be semi-polite in New York. She rolled her eyes at the man who’d stopped mid-step at Hendrix’s words. The Vale flipped him off, “asshole.” She could’ve handled herself if it had come to it. Shifting or not, she was still stronger than anyone would suspect but that didn’t mean she wanted to put herself in a position where she had to prove it. “You trying knight in shining armor out tonight, Blake? Not sure it suits you.” 

“Jokes definitely on you. Here I thought you might have known better.” It wasn’t entirely unknown that within this city kindness usually came with an underlying factor that wasn’t quite so innocent. Then again, he supposed the same could be said about anywhere. “Me?” His nose turned up at the mere thought of it; despite his badge, Hendrix wasn’t quite the standing face of what any deputy should have been, especially when he was off the clock. “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, I was just quicker to work out what he wanted than you were. I thought you Vales were the smart ones.”

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kennedytxllis‌:

Tucked into Hendrix’s side, Kennedy shook her head, “I know, I didn’t really have time for any kind of proper goodbyes. I was more worried about all of you here, you know. It’s not like news about what’s going on in New York was ignored.” She leaned against him a little more as they walked, thinking over what she wanted to say, “After New Years, I decided nothing was going to happen that I wasn’t here for. If anything were to happen to my family, to you guys – I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“You can save your dodgy excuses for someone who has time for them.” It certainly didn’t bother him that she’d left; made it easier, if anything. One less person to look for in the crumbling rubble of the city they inhabited. “Just so you know, next time you piss off like that, you’re ex communicated and officially on my shit list.” As affectionately as he could put it. As he felt her lean in, his hold around her shoulder tightened a little; protective as it were. “---- Better that you would have stayed away, a lot of people would be glad to know you were at least safe, Ken.” Lips pursed tightly and he shook his head, “I would have been.”

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sloanrivera‌:

It should have resonated within her, his reluctance to engage the huntress in combat, but all Sloan could derive from her own interpretation was that he truly was finished with her. Without the familiar grasp against her wrists, she nearly erupted again only to drop both appendages to her sides in a universal symbol of defeat. Declaring without words that he had won; the only person who ever could. “No.” The concept of feeling better in any capacity after his betrayal simply resonated as laughable, were she in such a mood to cackle openly in his face. Truth be told, exhaustion overtook the brunette. Both from the evening’s events and emotionally, she had been stripped to the core by his words and careless disdain— raw in all the ways she feared. “You were supposed to be my person.” For the first time, her words were not shouted in his face nor tossed about with accusations lacing every syllable. “You shared my bed for five years, met my parents, hunted by my side, and I told you more than I’ve dared to tell anyone. I let you into my world. How could you do that to me?” Easily, it seemed. After all, she had been the prime instructor on how to warp a situation to one’s advantage, to leech resources from another, and then disappear without notice. Her greatest pupil and her biggest downfall. “I don’t ever want to see you again after tonight.” No more rides. No more showing up where she hunted. Whatever organ resided within her chest, it fractured and splintered each time they reconnected… And she couldn’t swallow the pain anymore.

“Exactly.” The resonance of the single word emanating every ounce of anger he had left in him as if the reasons he’d done what he had, hadn’t become entirely obvious the longer this went on. Unable to see beyond her own pain, granted -- he’d never expected her to. The heartbreak of a woman who’d never learnt it as a child, never known it until he’d walked out was something that he’d put his money on to keep her away from him. To hold the distance he’d hammered into the ground beneath their feet as if in some hope she’d let it fester into an abhorrent inability to even look at him. “Are you so fucking..----” He groaned in frustration, finally tearing darkened hues from hers to trace the cracks in the road beneath them as if it somehow filled him with a reminder for why he’d done what he had. “Because losing you like this sounded a hell of a lot better than losing you in any other capacity if we’d gone through with it!” Tethering himself to Sloan in any other way than the concave gesture of simply loving her was a hellish notion that he’d only realized they’d been headed towards all too late to stop it in any other way. “Tell me you would have rather that? Tell me you would have rather feel all of this and everything that comes with losing me if I’d died. We’re not..--- you’ve seen it. We’ve both seen it. People who lose their pairs are never the same and if losing you was already going to destroy me then..-- why the fuck would we so willingly walk into that? --- at least I can breathe this way,” Surely, a notion much easier with her not standing inches from him, but on a good day --- on a good day, he could at least pretend he hadn’t so willingly crushed the organ in his chest with the palm of his own hand. It swelled in his throat, the feeling almost too sharp for him to simply ignore this time around. Walking out had felt silken with ease in comparison to having her tell him she never wanted to see him again..-- but it’d been what he’d wanted, how he might have preferred this to end the first go around. How much easier he could have made this had he just outright pushed her that night instead of leaving in the dead of night. “--- If this is all it took, clearly I should have done this a long time ago.” He muttered beneath his breath, soon digging into his back pocket to fish his keys from the depths.

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sloanrivera‌:

She had to commend him somewhat, her training and his own natural instinct at least kept Hendrix stranding despite the repeated blows to his form amidst an already damaged body. Propelled even further by his reluctance to engage, she almost wished that Hendrix might respond physically and prove without a shadow of a doubt that he loathed her as much as he claimed. “Fight back!” It was when his tone flipped into another realm altogether, near mocking of the confusion and agony which still haunted her, that she once more reserved a knock to his face— albeit closed fist this time. Which seemed to be enough for him as he finally halted the attack with a movement so unanticipated that it surprised even Sloan, both wrists now caught in a vice grasp as she was drawn unbearably close to him for the first time in a year. How impressive, were she not absolutely seething over his condescension. “Go to hell,” she emphasized, her features now mere inches from his own as the stark reminder that even now Sloan could never truly hurt him ricocheted throughout her mind. Somehow the brunette hadn’t anticipated how much this moment would ache, their close proximity under such horrific circumstances. Nor did she realize that even now his touch might elicit the most harrowing sensations of all: excitement, regret, and a long buried flicker of something akin to affection. “Let go of me.”

Like the brightest burning fire had scored his flesh, Hendrix’s hands snapped back in the hushed venomous taunt that lingered in why he’d grabbed her in the first place. A rough sigh filled his lungs in frustration for the woman not an inch from him; because he’d certainly not made much of an attempt to move from her war path. “Do you feel better now?” The slight crick of his jaw forced him to roll it a little, grinding his teeth as hues bore down into hers with a relentless anger that he was almost sure was projected solely off of the fiery gaze she already held. “Or was that not fucking satisfying enough for you since I’m not six feet fucking under?”

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addisonxvale‌:

“I swear I’m not trying to be an asshole,” Addison gave an amused laugh, swiftly replaced with a sympathetic smile, “but if you haven’t found it by now, I honestly think you’re just directionally challenged. It’s unfortunate but don’t worry, most people are. Do you, uh, just want me to show you?” A day off and she ended up spending it giving directions, just her luck. Still, she felt a bit bad for them, knowing it was easy to get lost in a place this big. “Honestly, it’ll take like ten minutes and then you’ll never have to ask for directions there again.” 

“You’re wasting your time, Vale.” Hendrix noted from not too far off, the confusion that splayed itself across the older man asking for directions as if it were a dire need. Only moments before hand, he’d listened to the same guy ask the bartender about Addison; what she did, was she with anyone, did anyone have her number. Clearly, he’d simply decided to give grabbing her attention another go. “That guy is only looking for directions to one place, and I promise you it’s not whatever he’s telling you.”