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"Could probably use it to loosen the knob on the door, at least, or loosen something. I don’t know. Might help in some kind of situation. You never know. I’m trying to be positive and keep my options open here, don’t rain on my parade." Pepper yawned and leaned back on the headboard, glancing at the news on the TV. It was mere background noise, but she kept it on out of habit.

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For a while, Savin stayed quiet, his bottom lip squished beneath his teeth in place of a cigarette or toothpick. When he spoke, his face remained solemn, posture controlled, and eyes focused on the television. "I use it to jack off."

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Pepper raises an eyebrow and shrugs. “Nah, it makes sense for me to talk like that. Both for the reason that you’re thinking of, and also because such a tool would be pretty helpful in this situation.” She shrugged once more.

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"What, the gun lube? That wouldn't necessarily be helpful without a weapon itself, Pep."

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Damn, I’m disappointed that I didn’t take it.

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[ Crossing his arms, he reclines in his place and sticks his tongue out. ] Don't talk like that.

#theworkbehindstark #*sobs*

theworkbehindstark replied to your post:Whoever the fuck took my g96 is dying tonight.

OOC: I’M GONNA SCREAM LOOK AT YOU FUCK WHY DO I HAVE TO GO SOON I WANT TO STAY AND RP

i might be back on?? soon??

id k i miss savin

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Whoever the fuck took my g96 is dying tonight.

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Endless list of favourite faces

James Badge Dale

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#trev #self #damn...it...why am i on this blog

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road not taken | harley + savin

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"Hard to ignore when you’re threatening me and kidnapped me…" Harley gives him an look that said he was neither amused nor impressed, "If I’m being dark, it’s your fault anyways…" Harley crosses his arm and puffs his chest a little, he needs to be strong.

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Eyebrows raising, Savin let a small smirk cross onto his usually prosaic expression. "I like you, kid," he commented offhandedly. Watching the smaller try to stand up for himself. Poor kid was probably terrified deep inside.

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James Badge Dale and James Ransone photographed by Keegan Allen

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[t]: I'll get deep with you if I feel like it. [unsent]: Fuck. Now I feel like it.

[text] it’s too late i read that as ‘ill deep fry you if i feel like it’ i’m going back to sleep

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[t]: Or is it better, as a whole, to resist that? Go against your nature, against fate and do good despite knowing you're meant for chaos? Spend a whole life with needs and desires to destroy without allowing it to show on the surface.

(c)

[t]: Disregarding the obvious martyrdom aspect, of course.

[text] it’s four in the damn morning stop getting deep with me

#answers #ic #anappropriatequestion

[t]: Do you think, in the grand scheme of things, it's karmically more acceptable to live as a force of destruction; to wreck lives and ruin people, because it's what you're meant to do?

(c)

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Other options. The words seemed to echo, dully, in his head. There were other options, that he knew enough about - memories of an old flame, long since passed, tattoos and toned skin - and then it was gone, he was brushing it away in favor of the present. There was no point dwelling on the past.

Instead, he sighed. Dropped his head back against the leather-covered headrest of Savin’s Range Rover, allowed himself, just for a moment, to revel in the image of that. The scent of the car - gunpowder and leather and whatever it was his second in command poured over his head to keep it smooth - was soothing enough he could lose himself. Just for a second. Imagine what life would be like, to just… Let go. It was easier than normal, he noted. Easier than the minutes, hours, days he’d sometimes spend, trying to let it all go. The past transgressions. The time he spent trying to mold himself to the image he’d created - that of a messiah, a god-on earth, perfect and whole in both body and mind. For what was revenge, if not for violence which might beget violence?

Forget about Pepper, forget about Stark… Be honestly grateful for the little push he’d needed to get to where he was. Continue the takeover as he had in 2008, pulling the carpet from beneath the playboy’s feet subtly… And then, as it so frequently was, it was gone. The moment of inner peace. The relaxation. He breathed in, deeply through the nose and slowly back through his mouth.

"-thank you, Savin." He didn’t lift his head as he said it, or open his eyes. The normally rich, smooth tones in his voice were pitched low, monotone. "I’ll keep that in mind."

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Serenity. Now that was something might fine to see in Killian after his ass had been so highly strung in the past few hours. Savin wasn't a counselor. He never signed up to make Killian feel better about his relationship issues, but he should have known going in that some sort of ridiculous personal relation would emerge from all of this.

When a man gives you an arm, you listen to his complaints on a celebrity's relationship and give your carte blanche in return. Yes, the life lessons one gathers from spending seven, eight years of his life with the most intelligent psychos in town.

He rolled his shoulders back and glanced over at Aldrich, apparently going through some euphoric revolution in his head and nodded slowly. "Yep," he replied. It was more casual than a 'you're welcome' and somehow immensely less pretentious. Savin had chosen his demeanor carefully. Perfunctory and cool seemed to work best for him.

It had been a long time since he'd ever let the thought that Killian was thoroughly unstable pass. But when one became that perturbed from a bit in their past, it brought back that instability in him. Gave Savin a chill.

"You gonna be fine?"

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