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"And if you keep talking.."
”..I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out.”
"Cheri, that would just make a mess."
"Do you want me to answer your question or not? One requires me to talk and I'm not in the mood to see if I can regrow a brain when you're done blowing it out."
"I am not in the fucking mood - what do you want from me?”
"I propose a deal."
"You let go, and you get to keep your tongue."
"for the fifth time this month you say you’re going to leave him he calls you a cunt over the phone then walks the three miles to your house and kisses your mouth until the word is just a place on your body. i don’t know what brings broken people together maybe damage seeks out damage the way stains on a mattress halo into one another the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.” - Warsan Shire
Julie + Nate by Phil Chester
Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine
Your muse hears muffled screaming and finds my muse being sexually assaulted. How does yours react?
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"You’re welcome," he said quietly, looking up at her with a slightly worried look. Leaning back on the counter, he watched her straighten herself out, setting the super glue back onto the surface of the counter.
Furrowing his brow, Jeremy watched the wound close up and heal. “Whoa…that’s pretty cool, short stuff.” He internally winced, thinking that maybe callinh Laura “short stuff” wasn’t exactly right for the moment. Cautiously, he reached a hand out and grazed the place where the wound had been with his fingertips. “Will you be okay? Does it hurt?”
'Pretty cool'. Huh. That brought a small, albeit a little cold, smile to Laura's face. She turned to face him, more colour in her now too, but no reaction at all to his joke. It wasn't something she particularly liked but considering the help he'd just given her she let it go without comment.
"I still feel pain if that's what you mean. I could take more than you and this-" She gestured to where the wound was closing now the bullet was out of the way. "-is nothing." There was a short pause as she stared at his fingers. "I'll be fine."
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Jer tried to smile at her attempt at a joke but he was way too worried about her. He knew she wasn’t like most people—that she had something special that set her apart. Still, he was so on edge, wanting to know if she would be all right. Hm, so she killed whomever it was that had done this to her. Good for her. Jeremy looked into Laura’s eyes, trying his best to return the smile she had given him. Ah, she called him Dreamy. That name was really starting to grow on him. With one hand, he held the tweezers, poised and ready while the other pried open the wound a bit to give the tool enough room to enter. Gripping the crushed bit of metal, he carefully pulled it out, dropping it into the sink with a clink. He used the towels and a bit of water to help clean up the blood, reaching for the super glue to close the wound. “Do you need this or will it just close up on its own?”
She didn't even flinch. Not a wince, not a sound except a relieved sigh when she felt him pull out the bullet that had hurt with her every move. In a breathy whisper, she thanked him. There was a short pause as she straightened herself up.
"Glue stings." Laura stated with a small, thankful smile, "Give it a minute." She was calmer than she had been at the time. If she wasn't, she'd still be bleeding. The flesh that had been ripped open was slowly closing from the inside out, trailed closely by the familiar tingle of infection and tiny shrapnel being broken down.
Red Hood. I’m the Red Hood.
I didn't ask, cheri.
Your muse finds mine lying on the floor; bleeding, bruised, with a bullet wound in their side; they're dying. What does your muse do?
