you're tough. so am i.

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     quick little note.   Quinn’s decision to pull the pitchfork from his chest was neither impulsive nor senseless.  he realizes that he’s destroyed his life, chased away the only woman for whom he ever felt anything resembling romantic feelings, and ostracized himself from his daughter.  despite his flaws, he loves Brooke more than anything in the world and the thought of having severed that connection made him realize there was no point in struggling.  he deserved it, in his mind; Brooke, however, deserved better.  he didn’t want to hold her down any longer. 

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@glorysoaked

       he’s not usually so melancholic when he looks at her, dark eyes generally alight with nothing but pride -- but seeing her now, when she’s finally braved a storm long since weathered and once again started wearing shirts with sleeves that bare the mark she’d been given ----- it hurts.  not because his perfect little girl is now tarnished, with an irreparable blemish upon otherwise silken skin, but because he wasn’t able to protect her.  hell, HE WASN’T EVEN HOME.        a silence sets in as he stands before her, one large hand coming to gingerly rest on her bicep, thumb running along the length of her scar.  the look on his face is one that isn’t often seen from the normally ( seemingly) self-assured mayor, features twisted into something resembling regret.  aside from her initial recovery, it’s the first time he’s truly brought up her injury.  until now, he’s never felt it was his place to do so.                   ❛ Brooke, honey, i----- i’m so sorry. ❜

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@astramajestic

      ❛ miss, i’m sorry, but -- the last thing we need right now is another reporter poking around.  i’d be more than happy to give a quick statement, but, ah... ❜    with a non-committal shrug, he trails off and smiles, hoping she’ll take the hint.  the press were having a goddamn field day with the recent murders, and if he was being honest, he simply wanted to go home and escape the endless questions and cameras and handheld microphones with a nice, thick chaser of scotch.  sadly, with the familiar determination in the young woman’s eyes, that was most likely too much to ask for.  

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@boyscurse

       hospitals had always made him nervous, a feeling amplified tenfold when they housed someone that one of his loved ones ( and by extension, he ) cared about.  this was Lakewood, for God’s sake; he knew everyone by name, what their kids wanted to be when they grew up, their favorite dinner haunts -- and to see someone so young caught in such a deadly situation made him sick.  he didn’t know Noah -- not personally, anyway -- but the way Brooke spoke of him  ( and yes, he does listen )  painted an image of an upstanding and brave young man, so to see him propped up against undoubtedly stiff hospital pillows, pale face bruised and battered, nearly makes Quinn’s stomach churn.  THIS COULD’VE BEEN BROOKE, he realizes, the mere thought sending an unpleasant chill down his spine.         ❛ it’s-- Noah, right?  Brooke’s, ah... told me so much about you. ❜

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@girlsorrowed   

         ❛ Brooke, honey ----- i understand you’re concerned, but you have nothing to worry about.  sometimes boys just... need a little time to get their heads straight.  and given Mr. Fitzgerald’s track record, well -- that head of his might take a little more time than usual. ❜     give him props, Brooke.  at least he’s trying. 

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(☞ ･ ヮ ･ )☞   hit that like for a starter.  lengths & verses will vary.  

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