not your typical medical examiner

#MY FAVORITE THING EVER #iZOMBIE spoilers #LIV.#BLAINE.

You wanna go kick some ass?

#blaine.#liv.

#peyton.#iZOMBIE spoilers

Bonus:

kingpinofbrains

An awkward realisation of that truth was a bit numbing. He hated not taking …the edge off all this madness. He hated her for saying it because it was too real for him, for a hot minute.

Then that faded. He saw the red in her eyes, that hint of the rage, and he thought they were still members of the same club. Disturbing.True.

“Understatement,” he said, a hint of bitterness. It didn’t need to be this complicated. “Tell me how to make this work.”

It was his own fault. Memory or not he had to deal with the repercussions of his actions. Still, he had a point. They were up against something bigger than all of them and he was still Blaine. That could be useful. Especially, if there was still a city full of zombies under his ‘rule’.

He could perhaps get a tentative ‘maybe’ from her.

There was just a few things:

“First, stay away from Peyton. You might not remember everything you’ve done, but everyone else does and she doesn’t need further association with you.” Which was a quite a lot already, but it was a bit for Ravi’s sake as well.

“Second, you keep Ravi and me updated on what’s going on in your head and you don’t do anything stupid like get yourself killed or infected...again.”

It was all twisted. She need him- they all did. He was kind of like a beacon of hope. The cure had lasted this long, even if his memories hadn’t. Maybe, they would come or maybe he’d just...join the club.

Again.

“If you think you can do that then...maybe we can make things work.”

kingpinofbrains

“Liv,” he said, and he moved closer–his gaze searching hers. She was looking down now. “You and what army? A DA, yeah, I happen to know a thing or two about it. But the threats that I think you are hiding–can the cops really help her?”

He shook his head, half way frustrated with her. She wasn’t unintelligent, she really was –smarter than he was, he’d give her that. But what was this mash up of logic?

“I know there’s no forgiveness for what I did,” Blaine said. “It’s worse that I don’t remember. But I can’t forgive myself if something happened to Peyton. You know I’d do anything to protect her.”

And that was true, that.

She looked up then, just as those words left his mouth. Did she know it? She looked right back him. Why did he say that? All she could think about now was all the people that had been hurt. Lowell, Drake, Major, and even Evan hadn’t walked away unscathed and with a newfound resentment towards her.

There was a common factor here-- two actually. She was looking at one of them.

“We all would, Blaine.”

Yes, he would include him in the ‘we’ of that particular statement, because damn it she believed him. She was frustrated enough with all this that she could feel the veins in her face shift-- a hint of red in her eyes.

She looked away.

“You complicate things.”

kingpinofbrains

He hasn’t. Color him surprised. What did they want, human sacrifices? …well. Blaine took that with a sheepish nod–he guessed.

The old arm cross. Classic. Body language books would call that trying to protect yourself but slowly losing control. Not that he had read those or anything.

“But how do you know that? For sure?”

He paused.

“I do really care about your friend. Is she in danger? Can you promise me that?”

He was getting ready with strike three, here.

“You can’t know anything for sure. It’s kind of a problem.”

It didn’t take her long to realize he was talking about Peyton and that bothered her for a number of reasons. She had told him about their little moment on her Dr. Phil couch-- it was at the forefront of her mind for way too long of a second. Maybe she believed him on that one. He had gone all Rambo and saved her.

“She’s a DA. Of course she’s in danger, but I’m not going to let anything happen to her.”

kingpinofbrains

“The audible sigh. The shifty looks. The whispers and coded talk.”

He looked at her plainly.

“And hey, I get it. You don’t want me to know. I wouldn’t want me to know. I’m compelled to point out…a plot hole in that plan.”

He leant forward.

“If I don’t know what I’m up against, how can I defend myself? How would I know I’m not helping or hurting anyone?” He shrugged. “I don’t know, just a potential unforeseen side effect coming into play.”

“You don’t remember, but you haven’t exactly given me or anyone much reason to include in our team pow wow.”

That right there. A compelling argument to slither his way in. It seemed like the old Blaine and yet so completely not. Liv crossed her arms, watching him, because she didn’t know what else to do.

“You’re not in any danger if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s best it stays that way too.”

kingpinofbrains:

@moorebrains

“I know I was never on Team Moore–.” And what a name that was, come to think of it– “and my memory is hit and miss….but something tells me you’re keeping me in the dark, Liv.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong at all. His good deeds may have been somewhat-- and she used the phrase delicately-- touching, but he was still Blaine. At the core, somewhere down there he was still him. Her lips pursed and she turned away with an audible sigh.

“What gave you that idea?”

#kingpinofbrains #boop

#totally the embarrassing parents chaperoning their kid’s school dance tbh

“I’m a master of vibes, Liv.”

#kingpinofbrains #she's like it's a murder vibe blaine don't be proud of that

“So your plan is to teach me the ways of the...vibes? Fine. Show me what you got.”

#DAVID!!! whAT r u-

“Bad touch bad.”

He waved his hands.

“Let’s not–go into it. Look, I can help you.”

“Willingly?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“How?”

“If you have to ask, it’s the bad kind.”

#kingpinofbrains #head desk

“Sexy bad?”

He hadn’t been egging her on, but now well….he still wasn’t. He had gotten too comfortable with her, but there was something to that, someone knowing the very worst of you.

“Not exactly. You ah, look like you’re going to give someone a spanking. Just take that as constructive criticism.”