Forget but not forgive

Your death hangs around the neck of the family. Your faith lays shattered on the floor. You can't run and you can't hide, you just have to learn how to survive. M!A status: None. Both mun and muse are 18+ {Independent and Original rp blog; doesn't belong to any specific fandom.} Tracking: phylacteryandechoes

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Coveted Souls

𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 /səʊl/ (n.) the essential part or fundamental nature of anything ( Not everyone wants to rule...

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3/??? of Harvey Specter from Suits

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And now Freddie will start calling Coyote a cheeseburger.

Thanks Ez.

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Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value. Imagine traveling the world until you’re bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves and hates and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melodramatic soap opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut flowers you throw away.

Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk, 2002  (via innocent-delirium)

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Aw, look at y’, you’ve been practicin’. Should I ask how you learned to say my name? Been sayin’ it into your pillow for five years?

Y’ can’t be ‘rather’ perfect but not quite. Don’t work that way, Freddie.

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Tsk, Totty, already thinking bed? Wouldn't that amuse you. How about I leave it to your over active imagination, let's see how long you can last without me telling.

I can be anything I want. Specially perfect.

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Consider’n that you can’t even say my name…

'm glad you can read my mind so that y' know what I mean and what I don't, 'cause, I'm great at speakin' with both sides of my tongue.

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[ He's going to smile again, corners of his mouth inching up behind his glass of water. Frederick has been in the business a long time, he knows how to get the answers he want from people, without asking direct questions they might or might not answe. ]

I see, Coyote.

I can't read minds, though. I'm rather perfect, but not that much.

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[ She’s decided not to stay anything - she hasn’t been in the mood to fight since she got home. ] 

Next time, I’ll make sure to keep thoughts t’myself.

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Here she goes, snapping to the air. 

You need to realize when I say something is because I mean it. So if I say I find it charming, it's the truth. Not that I would ever expect you to really mean it.

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It says ‘no one is sure’ Freddie, I could be say’n that I hate you. You so sure that you know what each of the sounds I make mean?

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Women and their always-present need of saying something. I simply smiled. You could had said that you were planning on killing me, my reaction would have been the same.

 But how possesive of you, truly charming.

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#PHYLACTERYANDECHOES #*FREDDIE #COYOTE MAKES THIS LITTLE NOISE THAT COULD MEAN 'MINE' - NO ONE IS SURE

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So, I’d say the ball’s in your court…

Suits, 1x01 “Pilot”

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[ Frederick is just going to come in, wrap one arm around Coyote's middle and offer her a cup of warm liquid with his free hand. ] I made tea. [ kind of. he bought it. ]

[ Should she tell him that her father might come over soon and who knows when Luc is going to wander back in? No? No. She decides against it. Instead, she’s going to take the tea and sip at. ] Thanks. It’s colder than the ninth level of your hell. 

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“‘m tired of fightin’ Freddie. Comin’ home, everythin’ is still shit. All I’ve got is what the government gives me and it’s still better than what I had before - so, I coulda told you. Woulda made it easier at the start, yeah, but me and you? We fought so much before that I wasn’t sure what was goin’ to set it off this time ‘round. Like you said. We didn’t so much part on good terms as it was another argument and walkin’ out the door. I didn’t so much figure that I’d be walkin’ back in.” 

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"Darling, we aren't fighting nor are we going to fight. For one, it's one of those days when I'm feeling too old to muster enough motivation for such a draining activity. 

I'm sorry things haven't changed much, but they rarely do. In fact, with years things improve at the same rate others get destroyed. Not to be pessimist or rain on your parade; I just believe you prefer things to be said with less bullshit and rainbows.

Now scoot closer, will you? It's cold, and I've been getting quite good at cuddling over the years." 

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[ Frederick is just going to come in, wrap one arm around Coyote's middle and offer her a cup of warm liquid with his free hand. ] I made tea. [ kind of. he bought it. ]

[ Should she tell him that her father might come over soon and who knows when Luc is going to wander back in? No? No. She decides against it. Instead, she’s going to take the tea and sip at. ] Thanks. It’s colder than the ninth level of your hell. 

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[ She pointedly ignores his question as to why he would have gotten a notice. There’s a reason why the pendant he gave her is hanging around her neck with her dog tags, and reason still why she cut off the hand of the bitch who tried to steal it two years ago. She takes hold of the blanket with one hand and tries to explain because people don’t understand, but she’s not sure if he can understand, but she’ll try anyway. ] 

  So, there’s things we can’t say. Places we can’t mention. People we can’t name. No describing details. No accounts of the battles. Nothin’ that could swing the favor out of the government interest. So no matter how careful we are, there’s people trained just to read through our letters and find whatever code we think we’re clever enough to write in, so sometimes when they hand our letters back so we can address ‘em, they’re so blacked out that you get an ‘a’ ‘the’ and my name at the bottom. Makes it pointless to try an’ send a letter after a while. 

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Coyote?

[ He should allow her to ignore the question, he should be polite enough just to drop the topic with a nod and keep on with another topic of conversation. But he doesn't, because he feels entitled to get some answers. If you go away unannounced then you can't expect to come back and still hold things.

Frederick knows it, he's done it before. ]

You do look smart enough that they would have wanted to black up all your letters. I also do understand that with wars a word, a whisper, a look could change it all. You could have said this from the beginning, I would had understood.

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[ Frederick is just going to come in, wrap one arm around Coyote's middle and offer her a cup of warm liquid with his free hand. ] I made tea. [ kind of. he bought it. ]

[ Should she tell him that her father might come over soon and who knows when Luc is going to wander back in? No? No. She decides against it. Instead, she’s going to take the tea and sip at. ] Thanks. It’s colder than the ninth level of your hell. 

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When I had the time, I did. Sed-Sleep takes it out of you. When you first wake up well… [ she shrugs because who wants to know the details of how it is that people can be shipped to planets so far away that they are part of the blackness between the stars? ] it’s right back to trainin’ and workin’ on makin’ it so your muscles come back. Nothin’ they can do to help that.

[ She doesn’t think it’s cowardly that he’s never been to war. She thinks that it’s cowardly that the men that wanted the war haven’t sent their children to fight but it’s easy to sign a document that could potentially kill millions when there was nothing for the signer to lose. ] 

Come off it, Freddie. If I died, y’ would have gotten a notice. Figured, no news was good news. ‘sides, most of the shit that I wanted to put in the letters, they woulda blacked out anyway. 

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Why would I have gotten a notice? Your dad and mother, probably. Me? You left it very clear that we were nothing, Tottie. They rarely send death certificates to the friends.

[ Looking around, he finds a blanket (used on the spare cases when he decides a nap is in order, or for when Jessica or Ezra decide they will take to ben on the couch) and wraps it around her shoulders. 

He's in a mood where he wants to pamper her. ]

Blaked out? Why?