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✖ FIRST comes the blessing of all that you ❝DREAMED❞ then comes the CURSES of diamonds and rings. only at first did it have its ⸨ APPEAL ⸩, but now you can't tell the FALSE from the REAL. — WHO CAN YOU TRUST? when everything you TOUCH turns to {GOLD, GOLD, GOLD.} statues and empires are all at your hands, water to wine and the ❰ FINEST ❱ of sands when all that you have's turnin' STALE and its ❪COLD❫ oh you'll no longer FEAR when your [ – HEART'S ] turned to GOLD. — WHO CAN YOU TRUST?

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@paris-wilde

Lucretia had been feeling off-color for days. Usually she wasn’t one to complain, but since she had another life to take care of now, she was very conscientious about her health. So she scheduled the appointment after a few days, as soon as it became clear that this wasn’t just another weird quirk of pregnancy. She sat in the doctor’s office, Paris at her side – a frankly surprising but welcome relief. It wasn’t that she doubted his love for their child, or for her, for that matter (at least, not at the moment), but he was usually just so…busy. With whatever it was that he actually did.

She flashed him a reassuring smile as they waited for the doctor to enter. “I’m sure everything is fine,” she said. “I don’t think it could be morning sickness this late in the pregnancy, but I have no doubt it’s something they can help us with, with no problem.” She looked up as the door opened – despite her confidence, she reached out to squeeze Paris’s hand. “High blood pressure?” she repeated, once the doctor was finished speaking. “What does that mean? Is the baby okay?” The doctor smiled at her. Yes, of course, Mrs. Wilde. You’ll just have to stay on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. “Oh.” Lucretia smiled at him again, but when he left, she turned to look at her husband. “Bed rest? Are we going to be alright? Financially?”

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Paris couldn’t sit still, so he opted for standing beside Lucretia with his back to the wall, a habit formed from the paranoia of spending time in international prisons. If he was standing, you could bet your bottom dollar that he was snug against a wall and in position to see everything and everyone around him. Lucretia had mentioned a couple of days in a row that she wasn’t feeling like herself, and out of fear for the health of their child blooming inside of her, a doctor appointment had been booked immediately. And even though Paris had other plans on this day, he’d dropped everything to be at his wife’s side.

His heart was pounding, and foot tapping lightly on the floor as he glanced over at his spouse. She was smiling back at him with the most comforting expression she could’ve had. Somehow, it did calm his nerves for the time being. Of course, that moment was short lived. “That’s what we’re paying them to do, keep mommy and baby happy and healthy, so they better do just that.” In reality, the treasure hunter had no idea what the problem could be. So many strange things happened to a woman when she was carrying a baby that Paris couldn’t even begin to understand, but he would still be there for Lucretia, no matter what. High blood pressure. Paris’ heart sank as he listened, his eyes darting from his pregnant wife to the doctor who was currently explaining the situation. An audible sigh of relief escaped his parted lips when he heard that the baby would be fine, all Lucretia needed was bed rest until the end of the pregnancy. Lucretia was anything but lazy, so he couldn’t imagine her having to stay immobilized for longer than a couple of days, much less months. He thanked the doctor on his way out, rubbing his wife’s hand as he did so.  Finances was the least of his worries, and hadn’t even entered his mind until he heard her question. “Of course we are,” It was as if he had no doubt in his mind, though his life was not a wealthy one. Still, he would find a way to support his family. “Don’t worry about the money, love, I’ll handle that. All you need to worry about is getting better.” With that, he ran a hand down over her curved belly and rubbed the baby bump gently and lovingly as he pressed a soft kiss to Lucretia’s temple. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep you in that bed, though.” He joked as an afterthought.

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“It’s fine,” Kaela shakes her head. “I knew what you meant. Oh, well I thank you for that.” She found that extremely ironic, considering the fact that she was anything but a good samaritan. Her boyfriend on the other hand was everything that was the definition of a good samaritan. The woman noticed that he was giving her a once over, growing increasingly uncomfortable. “Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. Context clues. We have ourselves a modern day Sherlock Holmes over here. Are you a detective? If not, you definitely should try to become one.”

“Sherlock Holmes? Oh, no. I’m no detective. Although I suppose him and I both have something in common, we both try to uncover truths. But we are in search of very different truths, and I don’t think Mr. Holmes would appreciate you comparing him to the likes of me.” He waved the notion off as he spoke. “Like I said, just a pretty good fan of riddles. But thank you, nonetheless. It is nice for someone to notice my tricks of the trade. You’ve got quite the eye yourself, while we’re on the topic. Have you always wanted to run a casino in America’s party zone, or did you have another aspiration where that skill could be handy once upon a time?”

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Alexander’s brow creased upon hearing the other’s query, shrugging lightly as he tucked his gun away, chewing his inner cheek “You know too much about government and it’s weapons” the agent noted with a hint of humour on his voice, followed by a sigh. “Maybe I stole it” he pointed out, giving the other a sly look, crossing his arms “What are you doing snooping around here at this time of the night? Anyone would simply assume you’re up to no good.”

“Good,” Paris exclaimed, watching the assumed agent put away his weapon. As he did so, the treasure hunter stepped forward. “Now we can speak like gentlemen should, without the threats. I do know my way around the topic, though,” He said, eyes glancing to the where the gun had disappeared to, “but I don’t think you stole it. No offense, mate, but you don’t rightly look the type. Correct me if I’m wrong, of course, but I believe that weapon was issued to you. Along with a nice, shiny badge.” A grin  spread over his face as he paused, giving the other a chance to speak. “They most certainly would, no doubt about it. Just as they would assume the same for you. Now, speaking for myself, perhaps they have any right to suspect such  thing. And you?”

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It was sometimes easy to forget how Paris had hurt her. He was so good at making things better, being charming, being sweet, that she couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t like this all the time. Of course, no one was entirely kind or pleasant all the time, and she knew it was in Paris’s nature to be…wild. No pun intended. “Hmm, well, the beautiful blue eyes helped, too,” she murmured, grinning up at him. “Oh, not today. They’ve been pretty active, though.”

“You flatter, love,” Paris couldn’t help but smile as the compliment straight from his wife’s tongue reached his ears. Her voice was delicate and soft, like a bird’s song, which made it all the more pleasant to hear. “I shall have to return the favor, if only I could choose a portion of your body greater than another. That’s asking to do the impossible, because you, as a whole, are perfection.” With that, he leaned in to plant a loving kiss on her lips. He only drew away moments later to listen to her again, gazing down at the miracle bump. “That’s a good sign. They seem healthy. When’s your next appointment at the doctors?”

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“Of course I am.” Thea mused, a little smirk playing on her lips. “Or maybe I’ll perform a citizen’s arrest. I imagine that would be quite exciting” She decided, that smirk stil playing on her lips. “And who says I want to be closer to you?” She pointed out, tilting her head to the side. She was joking of course, but it was always fun to tease guys. Though she wouldn’t mind getting closer to him, but he did not need to know about that

“I always could appreciate a woman that takes control.” He hummed suggestively as he took a step closer to her. “You’ll find I have no quarrel with a beauty like you restraining me.” It was true, Paris was slathering on the charm a little thick, but he had a motto. Bet one hundred percent, one hundred percent of the time. Plainly speaking, all or nothing. “Well, I believe you might. Otherwise, I would imagine you would’ve already left or called the cops or both.”

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She let out a laugh, somewhat nervous since she had let herself slip up by using the wrong word choice. Kaela laughed again, “I wouldn’t say that I am a child, although I get where you are coming from. I suppose technically I don’t work here, but I also do.”

“You’re right, excuse me , love, I seem to have chosen the wrong words. I only meant to say that you seem to be the definition of a good samaritan, not to insult your age in the least.” The Welshman assured her, looking her over as he did so. It was quite clear to see that she was a grown woman, and carried herself as such. “Oh, I do love riddles.” He chuckled a bit as he heard her cryptic reply. “Well, you aren’t dressed like an employee, but yet better than the a lot of the patrons as well. Which means, you need to look presentable in their company. I would guess you are the owner of this fine establishment?”

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🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?

When Paris is bored, he will usually turn to the mos readily available hobby to take his mind off of his boredom, which is more often than not, drinking.  As mentioned about him before, the man doesn’t get so drunk he can’t see straight, but he doesn’t discriminate against day and night time drinking. He may also read. He also enjoys tickling the ivories, though he hasn’t had a full lesson so his skills are sub-par.

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Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

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Despite herself, despite everything Paris has done, as always, he made Lucretia melt. The accent didn’t exactly hurt. She wound hear arms around his neck as he placed a hand on her belly, where their child was growing. She smiled at him in return. “The one thing I’ve learned from being with you is that you’re full of surprises.” She giggled. “Well, and how to use chopsticks.”

Paris could only smile when he was around Lucretia, as long as they weren’t fighting. Of course, most of their fights were the result of his own poor choices, but he was never the type of man to make good choices. Still, there were times like this when their marriage was peaceful and he felt real happiness when he embraced his wife. Listening to her, he found himself chuckling. “Isn’t that why you fell in love with me, darling? My surprises. The chopsticks, of course, were just a bonus.” He added the last bit in playfully, before glancing down at her curved belly. “How is our little angel doing today? Hasn’t given you much trouble I hope.”

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“Sorry, bud.” She shrugged, giving him a sort of teasing smile. By now, Lennox knew Paris’ banter well enough, and the way he kept talking made it easy for her to see right through him. He was bullshitting her, and even he was aware that whatever lie he could tell her wouldn’t stick. At his question, Lennox merely rose her brow, arms crossed against her chest while she gave him a long look. The brunette already knew that she wouldn’t call the cops on him, but there was no harm in stretching this for just a little longer. “— Oh, please, relax. You know I’m not going to call the cops on you, I have no interest in doing so as long as whatever you were attempting to do doesn’t do any harm to my own work. Although, I am curious to know what you’re doing. So will you tell me, or will you keep trying to pull a bad lie on me?”

It was always amusing to Paris just how sarcastic and witty Lennox could be. It was most likely one of the reasons he liked interacting with her; a lot of people were dull or, at the very least, not as sharp as Paris could be with comebacks, but then there was Lennox, who always brought a smile to his face and a chuckle to his lips. “Well, unless you painted this piece,” He held up a large painting as he spoke, “which, by the way, I can guarantee you didn’t because the man who actually did has been dead for a couple hundred years now, then your job should be perfectly safe. Hold this, would you please, love?” The Welshman asked as he extended the flashlight out to her, his eyes still focused on the painting. Afterwards, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a tiny, butterfly knife.

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Giving the man a smile, she shook her head. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that. But, I do feel obligated to make sure people don’t drop things or lose stuff.” Kaela noticed he was rather handsome, but was unsure whether or not he was impressed or just flirting with her.

“Obligated?” He repeated the term with a certain level of curiosity in the tone of his voice as he listened to the brunette speak. “What would make you feel obligated? You don’t seem to work here, at least, you’re not in uniform like any of the other girls.” He paused for a moment to glance around the establishment, as if confirming what he was just saying. “Are you just a poster child for doing the right thing?”

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Colin looked over at Paris and nodded his head to what he was saying. “I’m glad you understand it, not many people do.” He spoke. Colin knew exactly what it was to go months without internet, or having it spotty and weak. “I need internet for work, mainly. Other than that, I don’t think I’d need my laptop or phone.” He mused. “What do you do that requires you to travel so much?”

“That’s true,  but it’s like saying not very many people these days remember what a pain in the ass the Internet used to actually be. I’ve actually heard more than one person say that they would never travel to a place that didn’t have WiFi available. That’s like saying you want to go to the nicest restaurant in the world, as long as there are no waiters. I’m afraid technology is ruining us, and I’ve been called an old man for saying that so many times I’ve lost count.” The Welshman tended to ramble, or go off on a tangent when he felt the need, so it was no surprise that is what he’d done now. “It’s more of a self-proclaimed occupation, I would say. Explorer, mostly. Finder of things. Most people would call me a treasure hunter, but beyond the treasure I also look for lost truths in history.” He explained with a smile. He always enjoyed talking about his work. “What kind of a job do you have where you need to be on the Internet. Please don’t tell me you’re some kind of web celebrity or something?”

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“You do have good hair even if you don’t brush it so…..” Evangeline mused with a little laugh. “Thank you…I do like it” The brunette mused, running her fingers through her hair again. “It used to be half way down my back. So it’s… a big change”

With a chuckle, the man ran a hand through his unruly locks. “Ah, yes, I like to call this one the Careless Man Who Runs on Nothing but Coffee. I hear it’s the style these days.” He joked with the brunette, a wide grin dancing on his lips. “That’s what counts, isn’t it? That you feel comfortable with your choice to cut it, yada yada yada? I hardly see how hair as long as you used to have could ever be practical, however. Didn’t it give you headaches?”

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“Either way you’re saying it’s a prank,” Sofia nodded. “Are we just not gonna take in the fact that someone may take my pleasure into thought?”

“I would say that’s also a very plausible explanation,” Paris looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded, “but who exactly do you know that would care so much about your intimacy with your own body that would go out of their way to buy you a sex toy? Besides maybe some creepy ex boyfriend who is trying to win you back and failing miserably?”

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“You did, but mostly because the joke was so bad.” Karma teased. “We talking about good and bad karma, or a good and bad Karma? Because those are two very different things.” She raised an eyebrow at him and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Is that right? Sounds like you like a bit of a challenge then. I’m tough to crack.”

“I may look it, but I promise you, dear, that I am far from perfect. Sometimes, this imperfect man makes an imperfect joke. However, as long as it gave you a laugh, I consider it a success.” Paris replied with a soft chuckle when the female decided to bash on his joke telling skills. “Besides, I need at least something I’m not too good at, otherwise it wouldn’t be very fair to the other blokes.” He added with a wiggle of his brows. “Good karma, I believe, because I’m much more interested in seeing bad Karma. Don’t worry, love, you’ll come to see that I’m rather persistent in my endeavors, so playing hard-to-get will not scare me away so easily.”