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☩ No one man should have all that ☩ P O W E R ☩ The clock's ticking I just c o u n t the [ hours ] ☩ [Indie Chase Collins ] ☩ #powerfxl

[gxrwin-blog]

  ’ because, chase— ‘

       ’ — i’m irresistible. ‘

[powerfxl-blog]

"That's not the word I would  use."

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  ’ of course you missed me,    asshole. who couldn’t miss    this face, huh? ‘

[powerfxl-blog]

"Remind me again why I   haven't killed you yet."

[gxrwin-blog]

  ’ long time, no see, stranger. ‘

[powerfxl-blog]

"And here I thought I missed you  and your big mouth."

[powerfxl-blog]

[ so not dead ]

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{ home. }-{ inquire. }-{ begin. }-{ law. }

[maleficxr]

   it doesn’t show but she’s    a little taken back; usually    it’s she who is being the    straight forward one.

   ”Mm—” she seems to be    a little disappointed.

   ”I'd say yes if I weren’t      so busy tonight.”

[powerfxl-blog]

He shrugs, still smiling as if the rebuttal means nothing  to him. Actually, it does, but she doesn't need to know.

"Busy? Thought you were  new here. What's got you  busy already?"

[gxrwin-blog]

  he’ll never forget that it hurts just as much   as he first anticipated it to, but that’s how   the system goes, so it seems.

  blue hues close tight as bones are seemingly mended,   and the fingers of his right hand clench into a tight, curling   fist that causes knuckles to go white. it calms within only   a moment, and there’s a feeling of pure relief as digits   wiggle, the bruising still remaining, but that’s okay.

      ‘ jesus— hey! ‘

  a childish grin replaces the grimace of pain placed   on his face, eyes trailing back up to the older’s face.

             ’ thanks, chase. looks like you do have                some good in you, after all. really, though… ‘

          a sigh slips past lips, vision trailing back to the ground           before finally snapping back up in one quick motion.

                                       ’ i’m sorry for saying all that… ‘

[powerfxl-blog]

There's a throbbing in his hand, the bones creaking and almost feeling brittle. There's no physical evidence of what he decided to do, minus a faint grimace, and he counts that as a victory.                                  Chase doesn't need Reid knowing how soft he is.        The hand drops away a bit too fast, and the other         clenches into a fist as pain shoots across his        body. Now it's like he broke his own hand, and        he thinks it would have been better to leave the        blond with it himself.                       The things he does for people. Reid's voice startles him a bit, truth be told, and the other's sudden confession that he might actually be good makes it hard to swallow. It wasn't that he was /bad before. Chase had just needed to prove who he was.                           What he was. But now wasn't the time to think of the past.

A head shake is all the response he gives, denying Reid's words-- All of them.         He sighs himself, distracting himself with the throb         in his pseudo-broken hand. "You have nothing to         say sorry for." The words sound false, hollow even,         and Chase debates to tell the blond or not. This was the reasoning he kept hidden when he had attacked Caleb, tortured Sarah and Kate, and killed that kid in the car. It was selfish and stupid, and Reid didn't have to know a single word of it.         He's already regretted one action                today, and he's certain it                     won't be his last.

"You just didn't understand. Mistakes happen."

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[gxrwin-blog]

  with the older’s hand rests atop   his broken one, reid steps back,   keeping it extended, but gives   a small grin and nod in approval   to give chase permission to help.

      his mind is molding around the words.       so many ways he could protest, but       he doesn’t want to make the situation       any worse than it already is.

           he snaps out of the thought with a smile,            giving a soft sigh afterwards.

  “it’ll probably hurt like a bitch, right?”

[powerfxl-blog]

He doesn't let the step away from him affect him. Instead, Chase takes in the nod and smile, looking away a  bit too quickly for it to be easy. This'll be quick, and then Reid can go home.

   "I'll limit it. Don't worry."

Short and to the point. He doesn't wanna have the blond stay and get hurt even more. The faster he heals him up a bit, the faster he'll be gone and unable to be attacked.

      "On the count of three, yeah?        One, two--"

          Eyes flash, not exactly being covered           by the nothing that signals his power,           but not exactly just a spark, either.                         "--Three."           He focuses all his intention, making most           of whatever pain there was be directed           to him instead.

He'll regret that decision later, he's sure. 

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                                                       »Not the solution«

 I’m just a ｐｒｉｓｏｎｅｒ                                                                              In the same P̊r̦͙̙̭ͤ͗ͬ͂̈̔ī͓̯̜̙̆ͅs͚͖͎͍̹̖̫ͬ͐ô͒ͬͯͤ͌̊n̜͓̟̈́ͤ͌                                                                                                                          as you

[nomorethanstories-deactivated20]

Maybe it is all a test

Cause I feel like I’m the worst

So I always act like I’m the best

[gxrwin-blog]

  eyes trace the features of the older’s face   with ease, expression softening into a frown   as he sees just how genuine chase’s words   are.

  the blond pushes the pain away, turns to fully face   the older, and steps forward with a quick ease, doing   exactly like he’d done earlier in their meeting.

      arms wrap around chase, and he hugs him.       reid hugs him like he means it, even if there’s       a throbbing sensation in his left hand as if his       heart is beating there instead of in his chest.

  “i know— i know…”

  a sigh.

   ”and i’m sorry, too…”

[powerfxl-blog]

Another  twist,                       another shock.

Chase doesn't think he'll get used to this. Hugs    aren't    new, exactly, but the kind touch  of  the  other sends  him   reeling.

    He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't     let  Reid  affect  him so  easily like     this. He's been  on his own for  so     long, been  perfectly fine with  the     need to prove himself.

He doesn't  stop the  hands    that    wrap  around   the   blond before him.

"I'm the one who broke your hand" Chase  points  out,  weary  of  the probably  stinging  fracture.  "You don't  have  anything  to be  sorry for   Reid.   Can't    really   expect for   me  to  do anything   less,  to be honest."

                      He pulls away from the embrace,                       face blank as his heartbeat                        soars. Damn thing.

A warm hand slides to take Reid's damaged left, gently closing atop it.

"Now, let's see what I can do for you."

       There's a smile in his voice that        doesn't   quite   reach   his  lips.

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[gxrwin-blog]

  of course, the blond jerks away as soon   as chase reaches for his hand, brows   furrowed into a grimace as he shakes his   head.

       ”you think i’m gonna let you touch me—         after you did that? dude— i know you’re         not that stupid, alright, and i hope you         don’t think i’m stupid, either—”

  it takes only a moment for reid to realize   he’s only digging himself a bigger hole.

     mind twists around the idea, and he finally      rolls his eyes, going with his first plan rather      than the better one.

             ”fuck you, man— i’d never even do that to anyone—                                                                       — and look at me!”

  his right hand moves from snapped swelled   and purple fingers, wiping some of the blood   from his lower lip;

                                  “jesus christ, chase—”

[powerfxl-blog]

It hits him harder than it should.

The hand that was offered drops away, and Chase is left with a twisting feeling of regret. He's trying, God is he trying,  to be better. To not hurt people, especially the one's who actually care. Reid cares.

    He has to remind himself     of that fact. Has to keep     playing it over and over     just so he can say it's     true.

            Someone cares.

Chase struggles to swallow down the retorts rising in his thoughts, that sick feeling still twisting inside. Shoulders sag with a weary sigh, eyes pleading rather than deadly.

      "Let me help. Reid, I can help        you--"

Inhale.            Exhale.                        Repeat.

"I'm sorry."

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[zentennoohime-blog]

Sometimes…                                           The fear of losing someone                                                     is so much more                                                      P O W E R F U L                                            Than the fear of [[ Death ]]