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Protective Instincts

Chris nodded and grabbed the knife with his good hand– his bad one was already starting to bruise and swell around the thumb. He took her wrists carefully and started cutting through the ropes.

When she thought he had made progress on the ropes, she tugged herself the rest of the way free. She rubbed the rope burns on her wrists. “Thanks.” She paused, looking with concern at his thumb. “You alright?”

Chris nodded and smiled. He looked down at his thumb and waved his good hand dismissively. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he assured her, glancing towards the front of the vehicle. “I think we could risk trying to throw ourselves out the back– it would be safer than waiting until we get where we’re going to jump them.”

"Yeah, lets do it." She was honestly pretty nervous about jumping out of the back of a moving vehicle. She had done some pretty scary stuff though. She'd just have to take a deep breathe and do it. "Ready when you are."

thequotejournals

Everyone has scars. We just don’t all wear them on the outside.

Natasha Friend, My Life in Black and White (via thequotejournals)

my seduction style is genuinely caring about your life & wanting you to improve & be happy

#{ not a little girl anymore || reflections }#{ thinking out loud || musings }

fyeahmollyquinn

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bookbaristas

spaacemusings

good people are like candles they burn themselves up to give others light

#{ lets have some f u n || memes }#{ see ya later alligator || queue }

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“Beauty and the Beast” sentence meme

Send one for my muse’s reaction

“Think of the one thing that you’ve always wanted. Now find it in your mind’s eye and feel it in your heart.”

“I want so much more than they’ve got planned!”

“Hello? Who said that?”

“What are you reading?”

“I am NOT a beast!”

“My room? But I thought…”

“Once this door closes, it will never open again!”

“Have you really read every one of these books?”

“As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!”

“I never thanked you for saving my life.”

“It just occurred to me that I’m illiterate and I’ve never actually had to spell it out loud before…”

“You’ll join me for dinner. That’s not a request.”

“Oh, you are very strong! This is a great quality!”

“I want adventure in the great wide somewhere.”

“You are the wildest, most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen! Nobody deserves you…”

“It’s more than I can bear.”

“You have to help me. You have to stand.”

“Hello! Pleased to meet you! Wanna see me do a trick?”

“Come into the light.”

“Oh, I’m not a princess…”

“You’ve taken me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?”

“There must be something there that wasn’t there before.”

“Do you realize what you could have done? You could have damned us all!”

“Just a little change, small to say the least.”

“I will escape, I promise!”

“How lovely to make your acquaintance!”

“When we return to the village, you will marry me.”

“Pretty eyes, proud face, perfect canvas! Yes! I will find you something worthy of a princess!”

“Are there any other tasteless demands you would like to make on my artistry?”

“I was the one who had it all.”

wordsnquotes

She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.

Janet Fitch, White Oleander. (via wordsnquotes)

#{ thinking out loud || musings }#{ see ya later alligator || queue }

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I do believe this library is quite perfect just as it is.

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Protective Instincts

Chris nodded and grabbed the knife with his good hand– his bad one was already starting to bruise and swell around the thumb. He took her wrists carefully and started cutting through the ropes.

When she thought he had made progress on the ropes, she tugged herself the rest of the way free. She rubbed the rope burns on her wrists. "Thanks." She paused, looking with concern at his thumb. "You alright?"

Protective Instincts

“I-It’s going to be your ass!” Chris protested, unable to help the way his cheeks flushed red in response as he said it. “I feel like this is your decision here!”

She sighed and leaned back. It didn’t make her any more comfortable. This was a super awkward situation. On the one hand plan A would make things even more awkward, but plan B involved him dislocating his thumbs.

She would have buried her head in her hands, had they been free. She was not about to choose, but she also knew their chance at escaping was slipping away by the second. She looked over at him, clearly distressed about making this decision. “Which way would be quicker.”

“At this rate, dislocating my thumb. You know what, I’m just going to go ahead and do it. Saves time,” Chris said quickly. She clearly wasn’t going to make the decision anytime soon, and they were wasting precious time.

In one quick movement Chris reached over, grabbed his thumb, and wrenched it backwards. There was a loud popping snap before his thumb hung down limp. He didn’t even appear to flinch. He slipped carefully out of the handcuff and popped his thumb back into place before reaching out for the knife. All of this took a few seconds at most.

She winced when thebloud pop filled the air. She was in all honestly, amazed at how painless he made it look. She used her mouth to place the knife on her knee. "Can't exactly hand it to you."

Protective Instincts

“I-It’s going to be your ass!” Chris protested, unable to help the way his cheeks flushed red in response as he said it. “I feel like this is your decision here!”

She sighed and leaned back. It didn't make her any more comfortable. This was a super awkward situation. On the one hand plan A would make things even more awkward, but plan B involved him dislocating his thumbs.

She would have buried her head in her hands, had they been free. She was not about to choose, but she also knew their chance at escaping was slipping away by the second. She looked over at him, clearly distressed about making this decision. "Which way would be quicker."

@peace-love-and-vixie-dust continued from here

It had been an very long day. She had started taking collage courses, another depressing reminder that she might never get home. She nodded and opened her arms. “Well then I could definitely use a hug.”

She wrapped her arms around Beatrix, hugging her gently. “I’m Victoria, but you can call me Vix, you?”

“Beatrix, but you can call me Bea.” She sighed in relif. She really needed a hug, even if it was from a total stranger. She back out of the hug and crossed her arms over her chest. She had been combing through shelves at the library, obviously about ready to cry, when the younger girl had come up to her. She liked to read when she was stressed. It was one of the few things that still worked to calm her. “What brings you here?”

Vix smiles, “Nothing much, I’ve got to do a report on Metropolis and thought why not see it and all its glory? Odd idea, I know but I’m full of them. You?”

“Just looking for something new to read,” she shrugged. “But I’m pretty sure I’ve read everything in here.”

“Any recommendations? I’ve been having trouble looking for a good read,” Vix asks before turning back to the shelves and peering at the codes, “I swear I should get glasses with my eyesight,” she mutters before pulling out a book from her satchel (totally not a purse), handing her a copy of Millie Jane Cobblepot’s diary, “Here you go, this is a required read over at my school, quite interesting too, you may like it,”

She nodded. She’d been reading a lot recently. “Thanks, and here.” She reached up and grabbed a book off the shelf. “Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo,” she explained. “Its different than what I usually read, but its really good.”

Vix flips the book over, quickly skimming the blurb with her eyes, “Seems interesting! I’ll be sure to read it!” She smiles, “Metropolis has a much bigger selection than the libraries over in Gotham, have you ever been?”

“Not in quite a while…” She wasn’t exactly sure how to explain that she had been to Gotham in several different timelines, but not the one she was currently stuck in.

“It takes some getting used to, but I like it, after all, it’s the city that saved me, I like to say,”

She nodded. She was curious, but she didn’t want to pressure her. “Yeah, I like it here though. It reminds me of home.”

“Your not from Metropolis?” She asks, tilting her head slightly in confusion, “I’m not from Gotham, so I can’t really say anything.”

“Yes its just I lived in a different part of metropolis, you know big city.” It was a sad attempt to make up for her slip.

“Okay, then!” She perks up again, which wasn’t really hard seeing that there was caffeine buzzing through her veins and her head was up with the clouds.

“Yeah,” she nodded. She shoved her hands in her pockets, shifting awkwardly. “I think I gotta go….”

“Oh! Well, it was nice meeting you!” She smiles, “Don’t let life get ya down, it’ll only mean that it had won. Keep that in mind the next time you’re in need of a hug,”