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“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
John cocked his head to the side in the way that a curious dog might. “Well, now, that is interesting. People always get so defensive around me. I’m not here to end things – just to fix them,” he said, his tone gentle. He had heard this from plenty of people before, but never from one so interesting as Moira.
“I never gave you reason to be afraid of me. But I wonder if this is more about you believing you can somehow outrun your timeline. You may be living on a different plane of time from everyone else, Moira, but the fact remains that you are still living.”
hey-ms-monet:
Her lips curled into a grin at the cracks appearing in his firmly cemented veneer of politeness. This happened each time they spoke, and each time she got more and more of a rise out of it – giving him something that he didn’t get from the others he kept in check.
“Good,” she said, holding back a snicker at his frustration. “It keeps you on your toes, doesn’t it? Can’t have Death running around bored.”
Her eyes traced his fingers as he fixed his hair, falling to the side once he’d finished. She licked her bottom lip, thinking, before she sighed, steeling herself to give in. He did, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, have a point. It wasn’t sustainable knocking so much time off of her own timeline, not to mention needing him to continue to fix whatever else she’d mucked up in the process of doing so. She cut him a break, the same as she always did.
“Of course I won’t,” Moira smiled. “But I suppose I can try. If,” she held up a finger, poked it against the lapel of his jacket. “You give me a good enough reason. And don’t feed me any more of that ‘doing good for others’, ‘butterfly effect’ shit. You and I both know I’m a selfish human. I only really do things if they benefit me in the long run.”
Her mind went to some of the earliest times she’d met John, after she’d cheated on an exam in college, pick-pocketed enough from passers-by to help pay her rent. He’d given her looks, lectures, even mild-mannered threats, but he knew. She wasn’t going to change that part of herself for anyone, not when she knew it worked when she needed it.
“We’ve run into each other enough times for you to find that out by now, haven’t we?”
“If you think I am bored then you are sorely mistaken, Ms. Monet,” John replied irritably. “My job is incredibly interesting. But even that comes with snags, now doesn’t it?” he added, quirking an eyebrow at her.
Moira was incredibly resilient -- even John had to admit that -- and that made him realize that he would have to change his tactics even before she poked his lapel and proclaimed her own selfishness.
“Both you and I understand how your chronokinesis works, so I’m not going to sugarcoat this. At the rate you’re going, on top of making my life difficult, you are making your own difficult as well,” John warned, brushing off the spot where Moira had poked him with a look of annoyance. She sure was pushing all of his buttons today, wasn’t she?
“If you had stopped time for even a minute more than you should have, you would have missed meeting a certain magician who I know you hold near and dear to your heart. Every time you freeze time and miss an important event, your timeline is reworked. And let me tell you, that’s not a good thing,” he continued, a grimace on his face. “Every time God has to go in and rewrite your story, more misfortune is added. Do you understand? I have had to fight for you on numerous occasions just to get the man upstairs to agree to not put you in the way of some sort of disfiguring harm. Get it? I am not your enemy. Please work with me here.”
“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just leave me be?!” Bo shouted, still shivering though he wasn't submerged in the engulfing tank of water anymore. Instead, he watched his brother crying over his casket at his funeral, looked on at the stony face of his ex-wife, and tried not to meet eyes with the first man he'd met on the other side.
“I’m sorry, Bo. I know that it’s difficult to watch. Perhaps even harder to understand,” John replied. “I know it all feels senseless. But it was your time.”
John dealt with plenty of souls harboring confusion and pain. He found it was best to show them that there was nothing that could have been done to avoid the end of their life.
“Here. If you’ll allow me…” Without waiting for a response, John took Bo’s wrist in his hand and ran a finger along the most visible vein on the underside. The vein and its branches immediately began to glow a soft blue-green color, which faded out around halfway down his arm. “This is the moment you were born. And Alex, 20 minutes later,” he said, pointing to two small branches at the start of the vein. “Your timeline stops at 39. There’s nothing anyone can do about that. It’s just the way things are.”
He pursed his lips, knowing that Bo had to hear something that would make him feel even slightly better. Telling someone about the timeline was the peroxide on the open wound – painful, but necessary. “…Alex will be fine,” John said finally. “He’s going to get through this. But I don’t recommend sticking around to watch. It’ll only hurt more.”
bo-barrett-magic:
Death.
It felt like a punch to the face. A brick wall.
Of course, he had no reason to be afraid of death anymore, but he supposed that wasn’t the explanation for why hearing his true name surprised people. It was the very sudden realization that they were in fact dead. And this realization stabbed a knife into Bo’s chest.
John took a step back and Bo cast his eyes upon his distraught brother again, anger flooding his veins. “Cruel? It’s downright fucked up is what it is,” he growled, hands clenching into fists at his side. “Whose idea was it?”
Bo turned sharply to the man next to him, fixing him with hard eyes and a jumping muscle in his jaw. “We’re people too, you know. We’re a family. What’s he going to do without me? He –”
He rolled his lips together, looking away from John. That sympathetic face was just too much for him to handle right now. “He needs me,” Bo added quietly.
All this self pity was making John go a big rubbery one.
“He is going to be just fine,” John said. He only had so much time for sympathy for the recently departed. “Contrary to what you believe and what you’ve managed to teach him over the years, Alex is a perfectly capable man. He’s going to get clean. He’s going to start over. And he’s going to do it all without you because he has to.”
“As for being a person, I think you are mistaken. You are a person. I am not. I can… sympathize. I can understand your need for family and taking care of each other. It’s admirable,” he continued, folding his arms across his chest. “However, I would appreciate it if you did not compare yourself to me. Beings like myself exist on a whole other plane – a more perfect and precise one.”
“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
John cocked his head to the side in the way that a curious dog might. “Well, now, that is interesting. People always get so defensive around me. I’m not here to end things – just to fix them,” he said, his tone gentle. He had heard this from plenty of people before, but never from one so interesting as Moira.
“I never gave you reason to be afraid of me. But I wonder if this is more about you believing you can somehow outrun your timeline. You may be living on a different plane of time from everyone else, Moira, but the fact remains that you are still living.”
hey-ms-monet:
She shrugged at his response, watching with satisfaction as he stepped closer. She could feel his irritation pulling at him, and for some reason it made her lips tilt up at the corners all that much more, knowing how much she pushed him to the edge.
It was true – she was stubborn as hell. Most things she could let go, but this? This was the only thing she had that was truly hers. Having John come in and remind her that her timeline was growing shorter by the minute, mucking up his own pre-plotted plan for her only made her want to freeze time all that much more. Even she wasn’t immune to the age old ‘tell someone not to do something, and that’s the first thing they’ll want to do’.
“Maybe I just like seeing you,” she responded, quick as a whip. Moira didn’t move from her place, continuing to stare up at him as defiantly as he’d called her earlier. “Or maybe I just want to live my life the way I want, not the way fate decided for me.”
“If I wasn’t supposed to use what I’ve got, why was it given to me?”
John sighed gruffly, aggravated. Maybe I just like seeing you. What an obstinate little brat. It was times like this that reminded John why he despised coming to talk to Moira. At the very least she could give him the courtesy of just saying yes and then going back to exactly what she intended on doing anyway. At least then he could depend on a week or two of no time stopping. But she was always so stubborn.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t the one who gave you the power. You can take it up with God when your timeline ends. All I know is that I am meant to keep you on a certain track and you are making my job incredibly, exceedingly difficult,” John nearly snapped, somehow managing to find that level of cool-headedness that seemed to pervade his personality. One doesn’t live for an eternity without learning to control their temper (his last real explosion of anger had resulted in a little thing history calls the Black Death).
John pushed a lock of his hair into place. “At least... tell me you’ll behave. The more you use that power -- selfishly, I might add -- the more the world around you gets thrown into chaos. Do you understand that?”
“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just leave me be?!” Bo shouted, still shivering though he wasn't submerged in the engulfing tank of water anymore. Instead, he watched his brother crying over his casket at his funeral, looked on at the stony face of his ex-wife, and tried not to meet eyes with the first man he'd met on the other side.
“I’m sorry, Bo. I know that it’s difficult to watch. Perhaps even harder to understand,” John replied. “I know it all feels senseless. But it was your time.”
John dealt with plenty of souls harboring confusion and pain. He found it was best to show them that there was nothing that could have been done to avoid the end of their life.
“Here. If you’ll allow me…” Without waiting for a response, John took Bo’s wrist in his hand and ran a finger along the most visible vein on the underside. The vein and its branches immediately began to glow a soft blue-green color, which faded out around halfway down his arm. “This is the moment you were born. And Alex, 20 minutes later,” he said, pointing to two small branches at the start of the vein. “Your timeline stops at 39. There’s nothing anyone can do about that. It’s just the way things are.”
He pursed his lips, knowing that Bo had to hear something that would make him feel even slightly better. Telling someone about the timeline was the peroxide on the open wound – painful, but necessary. “…Alex will be fine,” John said finally. “He’s going to get through this. But I don’t recommend sticking around to watch. It’ll only hurt more.”
bo-barrett-magic:
His heart was breaking, and it seemed that nothing the man next to him said could make it any less painful. It only felt like minutes had passed since he’d arrived on the other side, watching himself - no, his body - through blurry eyes being wheeled through the hospital before being dressed in his best suit, and finally laid to rest, but in reality it had been days. Days of seeing himself from a different perspective, seeing the world built up around him crumble to ash.
Only the hand on his wrist got his attention and he tore his eyes away from the scene before him, shifting his blues to his forearm. A cold finger was being run down along his skin, and suddenly his veins began to glow, taking him aback. Bo had trouble finding words then, despite the concise and understandable explanation, watching the light fade out at the end of the longest line, fate having been decided for him before he’d even been able to conceptualize it.
Despite all that, it still wasn’t fair. The only redeeming thing about his death, he could say, was the fact that it wasn’t Alex standing here. He had a feeling that would’ve hurt worse. At least he could see his brother still, instead of wondering what had become of his spirit.
Bo swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked over to the man next to him. There was a slight look of sympathy on his face, and instead of lashing out like he really wanted to, Bo gave him a simple nod for his trouble, fingers coming up to wipe at his eyes.
“I can’t just leave Alex. I need to know what happens to him – what happens to all of them,” he said finally, emotion making his voice rough. “Surely you can understand that… regardless of whatever you are.”
John put a chilly hand on Bo’s back as comfortingly as he could, giving it a little rub. “I suppose you deserve to know what I am,” he said, his voice gentle. “I am, put simply, Death. I find that doesn’t tend to go over well with anyone, though, so you may call me John.”
John took a step back, anticipating any anger that Bo might hurl at him either physically or verbally upon finding out his identity. Not that it would hurt if he were to be punched in the face -- it was just annoying.
“For your own sake, please understand: I am not the one who determined when your timeline would end. If it were up to me, you and Alex would have died together. This... this is just cruel.”
“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
John cocked his head to the side in the way that a curious dog might. “Well, now, that is interesting. People always get so defensive around me. I’m not here to end things – just to fix them,” he said, his tone gentle. He had heard this from plenty of people before, but never from one so interesting as Moira.
“I never gave you reason to be afraid of me. But I wonder if this is more about you believing you can somehow outrun your timeline. You may be living on a different plane of time from everyone else, Moira, but the fact remains that you are still living.”
hey-ms-monet:
If she wasn’t fuming by the end of his first sentence, his snippy tone calling her ‘darling’ certainly pushed her to that point.
“Define ‘off the grid’,” she replied, raising her eyebrows defiantly. Her eyes traced down to John’s hand on her shoulder and she pushed it away, the chill cutting through her jacket lingering longer than necessary. “I don’t recall being any more negligent than normal with my extended time.”
Of course, she couldn’t exactly recall how often she did use her gift, but she was certain she didn’t push it like she used to. There weren’t instances of wasting away hours of her life, days even, like she had in college. The most she froze the seconds around her for was five minutes, to examine something a little more closely, or to think of a good retort. It was a shame she couldn’t use it with John, she thought sadly. There were instances in which she just didn’t want to admit he was right, but it was hard to get her point across to him without sounding like a complete imbecile. Gathering her thoughts was always one of her favorite reasons for using it, even if it did make John hate her just that little bit more.
“Isn’t there someone else you could be lecturing about their timeline? I’m sure you’ve had more than enough of me for one day. One lifetime, even.” Moira looked up to him, tilting her head ever so slightly. “And as much as I enjoyed our butterfly effect chat, I think I’d rather watch the movie again. Save myself some time.”
“How utterly human of you to want to break the rules. To be this defiant,” John said. “There are plenty of people I could lecture. It just seems that you are my most stubborn case. What you don’t seem to realize is the time you spend in your own little zone is all cumulative. And I’m done with my job for today. You’re the only one I appear to have to meet in person each time.”
John took a step towards Moira, closing the space between them. He didn’t have much power to threaten her with -- that wasn’t his place. He was supposed to simply guide her in the right direction. But it was people like Moira who made John wish he could use the extent of his power before their time was up. John didn’t want to end Moira’s life... but she was just so frustrating.
“There is a man in Havana with the ability to control minds. A woman in Kyoto who can control weather. A young girl in Toronto who can animate otherwise inanimate objects. I have visited each of them and people like them over the years. It is a rare occasion that I have to visit again. You, however, seem to think you’re exempt. Why is that?”
“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just leave me be?!” Bo shouted, still shivering though he wasn't submerged in the engulfing tank of water anymore. Instead, he watched his brother crying over his casket at his funeral, looked on at the stony face of his ex-wife, and tried not to meet eyes with the first man he'd met on the other side.
“I’m sorry, Bo. I know that it’s difficult to watch. Perhaps even harder to understand,” John replied. “I know it all feels senseless. But it was your time.”
John dealt with plenty of souls harboring confusion and pain. He found it was best to show them that there was nothing that could have been done to avoid the end of their life.
“Here. If you’ll allow me…” Without waiting for a response, John took Bo’s wrist in his hand and ran a finger along the most visible vein on the underside. The vein and its branches immediately began to glow a soft blue-green color, which faded out around halfway down his arm. “This is the moment you were born. And Alex, 20 minutes later,” he said, pointing to two small branches at the start of the vein. “Your timeline stops at 39. There’s nothing anyone can do about that. It’s just the way things are.”
He pursed his lips, knowing that Bo had to hear something that would make him feel even slightly better. Telling someone about the timeline was the peroxide on the open wound – painful, but necessary. “…Alex will be fine,” John said finally. “He’s going to get through this. But I don’t recommend sticking around to watch. It’ll only hurt more.”
“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
John cocked his head to the side in the way that a curious dog might. “Well, now, that is interesting. People always get so defensive around me. I’m not here to end things – just to fix them,” he said, his tone gentle. He had heard this from plenty of people before, but never from one so interesting as Moira.
“I never gave you reason to be afraid of me. But I wonder if this is more about you believing you can somehow outrun your timeline. You may be living on a different plane of time from everyone else, Moira, but the fact remains that you are still living.”
hey-ms-monet:
Her words didn’t exactly do a good job of covering up the fear that she still felt whenever she saw him, though maybe if she continued to say them to herself, she might actually start to believe them.
Time was such a… tricky thing. As a child, she’d believed that if she froze it, she could live forever. As an adult, however, she had come to realize that there was nothing stopping her from hitting that brick wall of mortality. She tried not to stop the time she was given too often anymore, but sometimes it just happened, depending on her whims and wants. And usually, if it was stopped for too long, John would show up and remind her to get a move-on.
“Did I stray exponentially far this time?” she asked, a bit of sarcasm lacing her voice, giving her strength in the face of Death himself.
“I’m not sure why you’d show up out of the blue if I didn’t.”
John would have been irritated by Moira’s insolence if he wasn’t entirely used to it by now. He sighed, blinking at her as if to tell her silently just how unamused he was.
“No need to be rude, darling,” John replied, if a bit snidely. “I don’t show up ‘out of the blue’. I show up because you were existing off the grid, for lack of a better term. Again. I’ve warned you before about the consequences and I’m sure I’ve mentioned the butterfly effect more than once.”
John put a gentle hand on Moira’s shoulder. “This has to stop. It’s childish. And selfish. I’m not telling you that you have to become a superhero and put your gift to use, but I am telling you that your negligence is not going unnoticed,” he said softly.
“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
John cocked his head to the side in the way that a curious dog might. “Well, now, that is interesting. People always get so defensive around me. I’m not here to end things -- just to fix them,” he said, his tone gentle. He had heard this from plenty of people before, but never from one so interesting as Moira.
“I never gave you reason to be afraid of me. But I wonder if this is more about you believing you can somehow outrun your timeline. You may be living on a different plane of time from everyone else, Moira, but the fact remains that you are still living.”
House of Cards sentence starters
Change pronouns / descriptors as necessary!
“I have no patience for useless things.”
“We’re in the same boat now. Take care not to tip it over. I can only save one of us from drowning.”
“We’re in a very gray area. Ethically. Legally. Which I’m okay with.”
“What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on.”
“Nobody can hear you. Nobody cares about you. Nothing will come of this.”
“I know all about hate. It starts in your gut, deep down here, where it stirs and churns. And then it rises.”
“You haven’t earned the right to be treated as an adult.”
“So you think when a woman asks to be treated with respect, that’s arrogance?”
“You don’t want to work anywhere you’re not willing to get fired from.”
“Treading water is the same as drowning, for people like you and me.”
“Love of family: most politicians are permanently chained to that slogan, family values. But when you cozy up to hookers and I find out, I will make that hypocrisy hurt.”
“He believes that if a fridge falls off a minivan, you better swerve out of its way. I believe it’s the fridge’s job to swerve out of mine.”
“Just making an observation.”
“Are you letting pride cloud your judgment?”
“I’m the only person who believes in you, but maybe that’s one too many.”
“Maybe they were right. Maybe you are worthless.”
“I promise you’ll never be bored.”
“He was the only one who understood me. He didn’t put me on some pedestal.”
“The most you’ll ever make of yourself is blowing men like me.”
“I can smell the cock on your breath from here.”
“He’d never go for you. You’re too intimidating.”
“I’ve been doing this a long time. I know when I’ve scraped all the shit off the shoe.”
“Do you get off on this or something?”
“There’s no better way to overpower a trickle of doubt than with a flood of naked truth.”
“I have to put fear in other people.”
“I have to be ruthless, because failure is not an option.”
“I’m not going to lie. I despise children. There. I’ve said it.”
“Everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power.”
“If I didn’t think you were such a liability to yourself, I might even like you.”
“I have zero tolerance for betrayal, which they will soon indelibly learn.”
“When did that happen?”
“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
“I’ve known everything from the beginning.”
“I’m not here to punish you or to tell you to stop. I just thought I should open those big bright eyes.”
“I wanted to be significant.”
“I envy your free spirit, and I’m attracted to it, but not all of us have that luxury.”
“You had a choice. You chose not to be free.”
“Success is a mixture of preparation and luck.”
“Decisions based on emotion aren’t decisions, at all. They’re instincts. Which can be of value.”
“He doesn’t measure his wealth in private jets, but purchased souls.”
“Of all the things I hold in high regards, rules are not one of them.”
“You have a reputation for pragmatism.”
“You can’t purchase loyalty. Not the sort I have in mind. If you want to earn my loyalty, then you have to offer yours in return.”
“Now, the humane way to do it is to make it quick.”
“I took a chance, showed up at your house and placed myself at your feet.”
“I have been fearless. But, you know what? I’m really fucking scared this time.”
“Grief demands an answer, but sometimes there isn’t one.”
“If we never did anything we shouldn’t do, we’d never feel good about doing the things we should.”
“It’s personal for me now. I don’t have a choice, but you still do.”
“Stick a knife in its heart and put an apple in its mouth, I won’t shed a tear.”
“There is no sacred ground for the conquered.”
“You may have all the money, but I have all the men with guns.”
“You’re nothing. You’re a parasite.”
“I’m not who you want to be your poster girl.”
“I’ve never thought higher of her than I do at this moment.”
“Do you think I’m a hypocrite? Well, you should. I wouldn’t disagree with you.”
“I ain’t one for lookin’ back. Eyes ahead.”
“From the lion’s den to a pack of wolves. When you’re fresh meat, kill and throw them something fresher.”
“I don’t know whether to be proud or terrified. Perhaps both.”
“Seduce him, give him your heart. Cut it out and put it in his fucking hands.”
“I’ve done what I have to do. Now you do what you have to do.”
“I said I would take the fall for you. And now I give you the means to make that happen.”
“Power is better than money, for as long as it lasts. But it never lasts.”
“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just leave me be?!”
“All you have ever done is fuck up my life!”
“Such a waste of talent.”
“Discuss is probably the wrong word. They talk while I sit quietly and imagine their lightly salted faces frying in a skillet.”
“Money is the McMansion in Sarasota that starts falling apart after ten years, power is the old stone building that stands for centuries. I cannot respect someone who does not see the difference.”
“Moments like this require someone who will act. To do the unpleasant thing. The necessary thing.”
“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong. Or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering.”
“Let’s make him suffer.”
Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts
((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))
“Is that blood?!”
“You didn’t have to kill them!”
“Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”
“I could always just kill them…”
“Why are your knuckles bruised?”
“Just go! I’ll clean up this mess."
"You busted my lip!”
“You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”
“They deserved it.”
“Dont you dare hit me!"
"I liked killing them.”
“Oh God, there’s so much blood!"
"Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”
“Kill them! Go on!"
"Who gave you that black eye?!”
“They died happy at least."
"Do you want me to hit you?!"
"Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again."
"I’ll kill you, I swear!"
"They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”
“I’ll kill every last one of them."
"Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”
“I’ll fight beside you."
"Are you burning a body?”
“I was protecting you!”
“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”
“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”
“It was an accident!”
“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”
“Burn the body and lets go.”
“I’m glad they’re dead!”
“They’re not going to make it.”
“Don’t you dare die on me!”
“I had to do it.”
“I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”
“I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”
“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”