Those who help themselves

| Marco Gunn | Montgomery | Caporegime of Gambling and Security | Thirty-Three |

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Denise & Marco | Not Vegan

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She took the glass with slight hesitation, holding it on top of her knees with both hands. “Isn’t that why people say that Lawyers are the Devil’s ministry? Honestly… I tend not to dwell on it. I do what I have to– even if, sometimes, what I have to do isn’t exactly justice.” Bringing the glass to her lips, Denise drank in a momentary silence. Finally setting it down, she let out a shaky laugh. “What about you? I mean, I’m literally an open book,” she gestured to the binder. “I don’t think we ever talked about just what it is that you do to keep this rather swanky roof over your head.”

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“Oh, this old place,” Marco said, looking around the apartment as if it was nothing to own such a place. For some reason he still hesitated to tell Denise all the facts about himself. Maybe part of his attraction to her was how refreshing it was to talk to someone who didn’t know him or the family he belonged to. With most people, he had to be constantly questioning their motives when they tried to get close with him. It was nice not to have to do that with Denise. Although that came at the cost of. not lying but withholding the whole truth. “I’m boring really. I got the apartment from my family, and, as for a job,” he shrugged, “I work in security. No where near as impressive as you, Harvard.”

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 We’re fighting for the soul of this city

[gomcgill]

If we own the story then we can write the ending.

Brene Brown (via mysimplereminders)

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Shirtless Marcel Gerard Appreciation Post

[gomcgill]

Growth and empowerment require reflection and facing the frightening, ugly, hard and unbearable reality.

Bryant McGill (via mysimplereminders)

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Denise & Marco | Not Vegan

[denise-oliver]

“Oh– water’s fine, thanks. Caffeine makes me jittery and alcohol and work just don’t coincide in good taste,” she removed the pen from between her teeth, jotting down a quick note in the margin of her paper. “I mean, the case has long since been buried so I suppose there’s no harm in speaking freely about it now. We tried to find holes in the prosecution’s analysis of the supposed ‘murder site’, but no dice. We went for a plea deal in the end. He’s going to be behind bars for the better half of his life, but it beats death row in my… professional opinion.”

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“Well,” he said, getting her a glass of water. “I’m impressed you can do so much lawyering without a coffee addiction.” Marco walked over to her, and held out her drink. “What if he’d gotten away with it? Does it ever get to you that you have to potentially help people who put their wives in acid get released back into the world?”

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We are all wearing masks. That is what makes us interesting.

Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances (via books-n-quotes)

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Denise & Marco | Not Vegan

[denise-oliver]

“Who says they’re bad?” She asked, her eyes suddenly on him and away from her work. She blinked at Marco for a moment, curious. “Sometimes good people do bad things, Mister Marco. I try not to examine my cases with so much… morality. The law is hardly ever black and white, anyhow. I try to help the defendant end up in the best possible circumstances upon assessing their situation.” Denise picked up her pen, taking the end between her teeth as her gaze began to wonder in thought. “– But if I were to speak plainly, I’d have you know that sometimes I am stuck with some pretty ‘bad’ guys. Had one case where a man’s wife was found in a vat of acid. Can you imagine? Ugh, I just cringe at the memory.” 

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He smiled at her reasoning, oddly relieved to hear she wasn’t the kind of person who believed in drawing lines. Like their conversation at Margot’s birthday party, the point inbetween good and bad. He could certainly identify with that. “And what did you do?” he asked, “Is he in jail?” Marco moved over to the cupboard he kept his alcohol in, considering what he wanted to drink. “Can I get you a drink? Wine, or coffee or something?” 

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Denise & Marco | Not Vegan

[denise-oliver]

“Sometimes I try to curl it,” she teased, brushing past him and inside. The scent of whatever was cooking in the kitchen filled her nostrils, emitting a pleased sound coming from Denise’s lips. She set the binder down on the coffee table, allowing her bag to rest on the couch. She shrugged off her coat, resting it on the arm. Still caught in work mode, Denise took a seat, pulling open her binder and flipping through the contents for a dog-eared page.

“So, how’s your night been going so far?” She asked, still searching for the desired page. “Smells good by the way– um, the kitchen. Not the apartment,” she added a moment later, letting out a small ‘Aha!’ as the dog-eared page made itself known. She dug through her bag for a pen, placing it on top of the paper. “Sorry, sorry, I have this murder case to deal with– technically, I shouldn’t even be discussing it with you, but let’s just say I need to be on my A-game.”

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“Better now that you’re here,” he said, in the cheesiest voice possible, before answering seriously. “Not too bad. I’m sure you can sympathise with how fleeting days off are.” Marco stepped back into the kitchen area, checking to make sure everything was cooking properly. “Hopefully it tastes just as good.” He looked back to her, already getting into her work. The comittment to her job was something that liked about Denise. And he could relate with that fully, after all the position that Vince had given him was one of the utmost priorities in his life. “Murder, that’s pretty intense,” he said. “So do you put the bad guys away or help them get away?”

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Denise & Marco | Not Vegan

[denise-oliver]

She hadn’t been lying about the homework thing. With a binder under her arm, Denise set off for Marco’s apartment, half wondering if she should just leave him by his lonesome. It wouldn’t be a crime, standing a guy up. The two of them hardly knew each other anyhow. Still, regardless of the population, New York was only so large– it was a small world after all– and it was only a matter of time before they would run into each other again. Opting to avoid an awkward encounter, Denise set her taxi for the apartment’s address, silencing the voice inside her head that insisted she drop everything now. 

Her arrival was nothing short of clumsy, fishing money out of her purse while balancing her binder and said purse. Making her way up to the apartment suite wasn’t exactly an easy feat either. Regardless, she made it, and kicked the toe of her boot against the door in a knock-like gesture. 

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Upon hearing the knocking sound, Marco stopped himself from wiping his hands on his jeans, instead using a tea towel and headed for the door. As one of his very few days where he got to actually stay at home and do whatever he wanted, Marco had opted to dress casually (or as casual as a man whose cheapest clothing items still had a price range in the hundreds could). Black jeans and a dark maroon henley, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He preferred to be comfortable in his own home and so anything even resembling a suit, as much as he loved a well tailored suit, had been a no. 

Marco opened the door to Denise, and took in her full arms and had to laugh. “You weren’t kidding about the homework,” he stood aside so that she could step in. “I assume the binder also doubles as your weights for working out?”

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Marco’s Apartment

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Denise & Marco | Not Vegan

Denise Oliver was an interesting person, and somehow in their few conversations together Marco had gotten the desire to see her again. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to invite her to his apartment: it had been a spur of the moment decision; but here he was, cooking dinner for someone he barely knew. Although the cooking part wasn’t difficult, Marco had long since taught himself how in his endeavors to be self sufficient. 

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Marcel + emotions // Requested by felicitypond 

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In the After | Margot + Marco

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missmargotmontgomery:

Straining to hear her brothers from within her bedroom down the hall, Margot changed quickly into a pair of flannel pajamas. Tied her hair up on top of her head and spent a good three minutes avoiding her reflection in the mirror. She only caught snippets of conversation. Her name, mostly. The sound of Marco’s voice– but no intelligent words reached her ears. All just noise that had gone and faded into the background. She made a point of having her footsteps heard as she trudged back toward the living room.

“Much better,” she sighed, running her fingers over her scalp as if to smooth back any strays. She pointed a finger between her brothers, brows kitting together. Acting as typical Margot as she possibly could. The only way to ease Noah’s worries, she imagined. “You two are getting weirdly along. Do you boys plan on sleeping over? Should I go pull out the kumot?”

Just before Margot entered, Noah gave Marco a nod of understanding. It was the first non verbal signal he’d given his brother in a long time that didn’t include a hard glare. If he was being honest with himself, it felt better than trying to butt heads– but not too much better. “I might end up crashing,” Noah admitted, struggling to pull a pillow out from under himself to hold onto. “It might be good if one of us stays to keep you company.”

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Marco stood and stretched, giving Margot a tired smile. “I’m going to head home,” he told them. They may have made quite a leap in sibling bonding tonight, but not quite to the level that he was ready for a sudden sibling sleepover. Besides, some time alone would be time to think, and after tonight he needed plenty of that. “I’ll talk to you both soon,” he said, walking towards the door, and putting his shoes back on. “Try not to kill anyone else until I’ve at least had my eight hours.” 

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Text Message | Marco + Denise

Denise: I doubt you'll be successful in doing so, anyhow, Mister Marco

Marco: We won't know unless we try, Miss Denise.

Marco: See you tonight.

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Text Message | Marco + Denise

Denise: I wish, I have a case to prepare for Monday. I probably won't leave the office until late...

Denise: Unless you don't mind me being a bore and bringing homework? A lawyer's job is never done.

Marco: Bring your homework. I'll try not to be too interesting and distract you.