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leschanceux​:

Oliver had made his way over to the King matriarch’s house after taking the trash out at his father’s request, knocking before inquiring where exactly Dylan was when Audrey answered the door. She showed him to the stairs up to the attic and left the two of them to it, left Oliver to venture upstairs with his curiosity and a dozen questions on the tip of his tongue.

The amount of stuff in the dusty space was fantastic; Oliver couldn’t help but stare at boxes that caught his eye. “What’d you find?” He asks Dylan after a moment, coming over to touch her shoulder gently so not to startle her, though he’d bene less than quiet in his approach. The photograph, however, makes him blink. 

“No way is that who I think it is.”

It was as if Dylan had been on a quest lately, like she wanted to find out more about their pasts -- the ones their fathers had left shrouded in mystery, probably because it was painful for them. She thought she and Oliver deserved to know these parts of their histories, the parts that had shaped who they would become as young adults. She was pleased that he had come to see her -- she loved spending time with him, and she loved being able to give him these little gifts.

“Yes, it is exactly who you think it is. Look at your dad, he was chunky!” She said, laughing as she pointed to the little dirty blond boy in the photo with the pot belly standing next to the thinner, smiling white-blond boy. “This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And there’s so much more. You want to sit down and look through these with me?”

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@qveenspawns​ | We All Need To Unwind, Yeah?

She’s finally got the bath water as warm as she likes it, Yasmin cooing softly as she settled in. After stressful days, one might think Yasmin wouldn’t want to hear people drop their thoughts and problems in her lap for hours…but Yasmin truly lived for it. 

There was something about being needed, about hearing how those on the other end sounded so…relieved. Like someone was listening to their private thoughts with no judgement. Like they finally had someone who understood them. It made her feel needed, important even. So as she slipped into her soak, she thumbs through her little stack of cards, picking out…Joel. Lucky number 17.

She dials, letting her head roll back against the back of the tub as it rings. The hello? makes her smile against the receiver, a giggle erupting from her lips before the greeting can. “Hi. You got time for me?” He knows how this game works by now; she’ll listen to him so intently, he can say as much or as little as he pleased but she’d still know just what to say. “Last time we talked you seemed a lil’…tense. Think you need to unwind a bit; don’t you Joel?”

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He never knows when she’s going to call, but he anticipates it like the cigarette after sex. His phone buzzes once, twice, and he leans forward, flipping it to see a restricted number. Before her, Joel rarely answered private calls. Now, he welcomes them. He taps the accept button and leans back with a smile.

“Hey, sweetness.” He says, listening to her voice, to the soft sounds of her body moving in the water so that he can deduce (or imagine) she’s bathing. “I always have time for you.” He answers in a low voice, glancing around to make sure he’s alone. “I’m even more tense than last time, if you can believe it...”

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@qveenspawns | If It Weren’t For You, Meddling Villanelle!

Being a hostess is not as glamorous as her second life. Over the phone she feels…better. She speaks and is heard. People hang on her every word. She’s unavoidable. Even how she speaks is different, with more confidence than she could ever muster out in real life. Her job revolved mostly around sheparding people from entrance to table, welcoming them, seeing them off…and all she’s ever given is a passing wave and smile. And sometimes not even that.

And now, what is she doing? Taking the trash out. None of the busboys could do it, of course. No, they stick little her to heave those big, smelly things out back. Yuck. 

Amongst the sound of stretching plastic and shattered ceramic clattering together, she does hear something else. Something very unexpected. 

She actually hears her name. Yasmin jolts, dropping the bag. “Shit!” She groans, reaching down to pick up the trash before leaving it— it’s not something she wants to touch with her human hands. “Sorry, I’m just not having a good day— Did you—Did you need something?” It’s hard to believe she’s the same woman who calls week after week, enticing so many people to share their stories, their secrets, their pain. “…How’d you know my name? I mean—” She forces out a giggle, tapping her nametag. “Duh, Yasmin, sorry.”

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Villanelle hadn’t been certain how the breathy woman had gotten her personal number, but she’d enjoyed the casual, exciting conversations with a stranger for weeks before deciding to investigate. She had a world of resources at her fingertips, and she was determined -- like a dog with a bone. It took her longer than she’d expected to locate the mystery woman, and she stood with her hands shoved into the pockets of her pants suit as Yasmin emerged from the back door of the restaurant.

“You are prettier than I expected.” Villanelle said with a vulpine grin as she stepped forward and took the trash from the blonde. Her eyes scanned the woman as she tossed the rubbish into the dumpster. “It’s me, Oksana.”

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leschanceux​:

Charlie had made small talk with Lex and Luke as they ate together, Patricia flittering around to prepare for work as she checked that they had everything that they might need. He’d swapped places with Jamie for the evening, leaving his oldest brother to watch the two kids wreak havoc. on their immediate environment. 

The food wasn’t great - truthfully, Charlie preferred his own mother’s cooking - but he had smiled politely at Patricia and was eating steadily, laughing at something Lex had said only a second ago as his hand moved to squeeze Luke’s leg, his warm palm lingering against the other male’s warm jeans with the beginnings of a smirk playing on his lips as Luke almost choked on his mouthful of food. He didn’t meet Luke’s eye when the other glanced over.

“Yeah, it’s really good, Patricia.”

Luke bumped his knee against charlie’s and continued to shovel the food into his mouth, hardly tasting any of its bland mediocrity. His mother shined at them with a glistening smile for their gratitude and compliments, then she kissed every boy on their heads and told them to behave before heading out of the trailer.

Lex was the first one to finish his food, and he gave look a Luke that made his stomach flip -- as if he knew, but that wasn’t possible, and Luke attributed the feeling to his own anxiety. Luke was the next one to finish, but he remained seated, not wanting to dissect himself from Charlie. Lex dumped his paper plate into the trash and exited the trailer, the screen door banging shut behind him.

When Luke was absolutely certain that they were alone, he turned to the other boy with a vicious smile. “Why are you like this?” But there was nothing disapproving in either his tone or his expression.

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Jamie had been utterly desperate when he’d called Chase, barely for waiting for confirmation that they could meet before he was running away from the trailer park. If they hadn’t been able to meet… well, he doesn’t exactly know where he would’ve ended up, but that’s irrelevant now. He hadn’t managed to get away as fast as he’d wanted to, hindered by a multitude of things, but that meant that Chase was waiting for him when he finally did arrive at their spot. 

Crushing himself into Chase is like coming home; immediately, Jamie can breathe better, feels a little less mixed up and a little steadier on his feet. He doesn’t trust himself to speak for a long moment though, choosing instead to burrow his face into the warm skin of Chase’s neck as they embraced in that alleyway. “They took Lex away,” his voice is hoarse, filled with the hurt and confusion he hadn’t dared to express at home, and just a little muffled because he hasn’t untangled himself yet, “my dad’s going crazy.” He’d gotten scared, baby that he ( still ) is, and left before Alex’s anger could be turned in his direction. “Nobody’s telling me anything, and Lex is gone, and I can’t- I don’t want to go back there.” 

Chase’s arms are strong as they wrap themselves around Jamie, holding the other boy close to him -- their bodies fitting together as usual, almost perfect. Even though the situation is not resolved, Chase feels millions of times better with Jamie in his arms. He runs his fingers through the other boy’s sweaty hair and kisses the side of his head.

“Who took Lex away?” He asks, every bit as confused as the other teen. Immediately, the worst is coming to mind, and he vaguely remembers the hushed whispers of his mom, Charlie, and Chad in the living room the night prior. He knows something awful has happened. “Do you wanna come stay with me for a while? I’m sure mom won’t mind.”

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vuulpecula​:

      “People,” she answered easily. There was no sense in revealing her sources, not until she knew for a fact the information they gave was true. Even then, informants were always more useful when they remained anonymous. “Perhaps, if you’re willing to let me. Some people around here do not seem too keen on asking for it or accepting help.”

“I’m not like the rest of ‘em, if you haven’t realized by now.” He replied, still smiling at her with all his charm. His curiosity had not been sated. Chad leaned harder against the car, crossing one leg over the other. “What kinda troubles you think I’m having?”

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leschanceux​:

Oliver was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited at the bus stop, his brother just about as far away as he could get. Spotting Andi, he greeted her cheerfully and wound an arm around her shoulders when she grumped at him, never one to be easily deterred ( it made waiting for the bus a little more fun, anyway ). “How can you be so sour before the day even gets started? There’s so much potential in a new day.”

Andi leaned into Oliver. Despite her grumpy attitude, she was actually glad Oliver was in a pleasant mood more often than not. She felt the two of them balanced each other out well. “LIfe’s shit, Ollie.” She replied, a mischievous light in her green eyes and a vulpine smile on her lips. “You got plans I don’t know about?”

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fvrmidables​:

       Perhaps she was right but Bee also felt in his soul that he was right too. She clearly had been doing this for some time, but Bee was older – hated being that person - but was being honest to himself, at least. “ Not like you toying with them, no. ” Bee stated, shaking his head, sighing and leaning back against his chair. His finger touched his mug where warm coffee sat. Thumb brushed against the top. “ I use to torture some of the contracts. The really bad ones but that’s a lot darker than what you do. ”

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       Villanelle perceived Bee as a formidable man. He was large and imposing, and she knew he knew hundreds of ways to kill a person. If anything, She admired him. Listening, she took a sip of her drink and bounced her brows with a shrug. “I wouldn’t say that what I do is worse than torture.” She offered with a playful smile. “I usually put mine out of their misery rather quickly.”

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fvrmidables​:

      He couldn’t help the smirk that curled on his lips at the sweater being wrapped around the targets head. “ Improvising, huh? ” He mused before picking the man up, following Luka out first. With his hands busy, he wouldn’t be able to fight if someone showed up. Something he hated if he was by himself but was glad Luka was around for this reason.       Once to the car, he practically tossed the man in the back before climbing in, nodding at the man’s words. “ Sounds good. Just head out. I’ll make sure he still breaths. ” But, before Luka could move, Bee checked the man’s pockets for his phone, tossing it out the window. The last thing they needed was to be tracked.

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       Luka used to prefer working alone but had grown to love working with Bee in the time that they had been partners. It made jobs easier, less anxiety inducing, and more likely to get done quickly. He nodded with a smile at Bee. “Yes, whatever works, no?”

       The Russian climbed into the driver’s seat and watched the phone soar out the window. “Good thinking.” He said, peeling out onto the road with no regard for their target who slid around the back of the van like a bag of laundry. He drove and drove, mostly down unlit streets, until they arrived at a dilapidated warehouse. He threw the van into park and stilled the engine, helping Bee bring their target inside.

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fvrmidables​:

     She smirked at that but it fell just as quickly. “ I’m gonna be 40, V. I’m old. ” A shake of her head was given, lip quivering. It really wasn’t about her age. No, it was about realising some things she couldn’t do like she once did, which were minor things. But it was mostly her doubt that was keeping her down. It didn’t help the pain of getting her ass handed to her that still ached. A small laugh escaped her, realising how pathetic she sounded, her hand moving to her face and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. 

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       Villanelle smiled, tipping Sky’s head back so that the brunette was forced to look at her. “Forty is the new thirty. You aren’t old.” She repeated, wiping some moisture from under Sky’s eyes. “It’s all in your mind. If Dasha can still do it, you can, too. She’s old. She’s seventy or something. You are still young and strong and beautiful.” She paused, digging deep -- this wasn’t her forte. “You just have to believe in yourself.”

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@qveenspawns touched nicky for luck ( 18 ) - 

.Nicky glances up at the light touch to the top of his head that effectively cuts off his response to their conversation, his lips flicking up into a fleeting, quicksilver smile that is already gone when their eyes meet. After a brief second of studying them, he goes right back to packing their rucksacks with everything​ they might need on this latest job. “I didn’t take you for the superstitious type after this long.” 

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Booker smiles softly at Nicky, finishing up his own packing as he studies the other man, a playful spark of something difficult to place shining in the Frenchman’s eyes. “Perhaps it is just a habit I do not wish to break? You’re my good luck charm, remember?” It’s said with a smile and a wink before Booker nudges Nicky with his elbow. “Accept your fate.”

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@qveenspawns touched jamie where it doesn't hurt ( 5 ). -

Jamie's arm had been broken the weekend before, the ache of it settling just about everywhere in that half of his upper body. He'd been grouchy the whole week with it, his arm itching under his cast and the pain driving him to the point of insanity --- but the simple touch of Chase's hand against his unbroken arm was enough to forget for a moment, make him smile a little as he leaned comfortably into the other boy. "Hey. What've you been up to?"

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leschanceux​:

@qveenspawns touched jamie where it doesn’t hurt ( 5 ). -

Jamie’s arm had been broken the weekend before, the ache of it settling just about everywhere in that half of his upper body. He’d been grouchy the whole week with it, his arm itching under his cast and the pain driving him to the point of insanity — but the simple touch of Chase’s hand against his unbroken arm was enough to forget for a moment, make him smile a little as he leaned comfortably into the other boy. “Hey. What’ve you been up to?”

Chase sympathized with Jameson more than he did with any other person, and it bothered him that he hadn’t been able to protect the other boy from such a painful injury (as irrational as that thought was). He rubbed Jamie’s good arm and smiled, throwing his own arm around Jameson’s shoulders to get him closer. “Just had to clean out the basement as punishment. What about you?”

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@qveenspawns asked “Want me to hold your hand?” -

"No." It's perhaps just a little too fast, a little too desperate, but Montana is still firmly in the grip of whichever spirit is deciding to move through her today. She doesn't want any of her siblings near her right now, doesn't want to put anybody she loves in danger ( though, arguably, they've never really escaped the dangers that seem to constantly surround them ). "No, I don't want you near me. Just- Just go back to the others, okay? Leave me alone."

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leschanceux​:

@qveenspawns asked “Want me to hold your hand?” -

“No.” It’s perhaps just a little too fast, a little too desperate, but Montana is still firmly in the grip of whichever spirit is deciding to move through her today. She doesn’t want any of her siblings near her right now, doesn’t want to put anybody she loves in danger ( though, arguably, they’ve never really escaped the dangers that seem to constantly surround them ). “No, I don’t want you near me. Just- Just go back to the others, okay? Leave me alone.”

Nevada has seen his sister like this before, but he always wants to help her, even in spite of the damage that could happen. Although she’s refusing him, he won’t turn away. He won’t leave her.

“I won’t touch you, but I’m not going anywhere. What kind of brother would I be if I left you alone like this?”

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@qveenspawns asked 'there’s a lot i’ve not forgotten, i let go of other things.' -

Bjarke had no response for a long moment, staring into their fire with unseeing eyes as he took systematic bites of the stew they'd made. "Do you think we'll ever forget?" He finally questioned, still seemingly fixated on the dancing flames, "will we forget things like how to build a boat or how to hunt properly?"

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leschanceux​:

@qveenspawns asked ‘there’s a lot i’ve not forgotten, i let go of other things.’ -

Bjarke had no response for a long moment, staring into their fire with unseeing eyes as he took systematic bites of the stew they’d made. “Do you think we’ll ever forget?” He finally questioned, still seemingly fixated on the dancing flames, “will we forget things like how to build a boat or how to hunt properly?”

Eivor lifted his bowl to his mouth and swallowed down the rest of his stew, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm before looking back over at his brother. Bjarke had just spoken Eivor’s greatest fears, but he shook his head sternly. “Those things we can keep in practice. We will only lose them if we allow ourselves. If we continue to build and to hunt, how can we forget?” But the fear was a black seed planted in his gut, and he worried far more than he let on.

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@qveenspawns asked 'i was just getting used to living life without you around.' -

"Only just?" Lex questions with a small upward quirk of his lips, though his eyes are guarded; he's been away ( locked up ) for a couple of years now, and he's grown somewhat behind bars. He's physically bigger than when he went in, has longer hair and a couple more tattoos, has filled in a bit more too, finally matching up to his height. "Wow, Chad. I'm almost offended, I'd've thought you'd have moved on sooner."

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@qveenspawns asked ‘i was just getting used to living life without you around.’ -

“Only just?” Lex questions with a small upward quirk of his lips, though his eyes are guarded; he’s been away ( locked up ) for a couple of years now, and he’s grown somewhat behind bars. He’s physically bigger than when he went in, has longer hair and a couple more tattoos, has filled in a bit more too, finally matching up to his height. “Wow, Chad. I’m almost offended, I’d’ve thought you’d have moved on sooner.”

It’s nice to see Lex, even if it is in a prison visitation setting. They’d been allowed a hug -- just one -- and very briefly. At the tease, Chad offers his friend a face splitting grin, slumping down in the hard plastic chair and dumping some quarters on the table between them so Lex can get something from the vending machines. “Well, look atcha! You’re a real catch. It’s hard to move on from that.” He laughs softly. “How ya doin’? Looks like they’re feeding you well, at least.”

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leschanceux​:

Coming back home from college was strange; for most of the year, Hendrix lived with a group of friends in a house near his school’s campus, and was expected to make decisions for himself on a daily basis. Coming back home, however, meant that he was right back to where he’d been before going away; a teen again, dependent on their adoptive parents for meal times and a summer routine ( which included a cleaning schedule ). Coming home did mean that he got to spend time with Lennon, though, and he wasn’t responsible for the younger boy anymore, which was something of a relief. 

Goodnight, Hendrix signed before hugging his little brother close, pressing their cheeks together and leaving a kiss on Lennon’s forehead. You’re going to make breakfast? There was a small, teasing smile on Hendrix’s lips, an amused spark in his eyes to accompany it. Yes, of course. Six Flags sounds fun.

There were no words for how terribly Lennon missed his brother while the older boy was away at college. Despite their kind foster parents, without Hendrix, Lennon felt a special kind of loneliness -- one that could only be eased by someone who understood him. Without his brother, Lennon knew no other hearing impaired people. He felt isolated.

The kiss to his head made him smile, and his smile grew into a grin at the teasing nature in his brother’s expressions. Lennon laughed and nodded. Yes, believe it or not, I’ve learned a few recipes... and it’ll be good to go with a full stomach. Food at amusement parks is expensive. He paused just to look at his brother. I’ve missed you.

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leschanceux​:

Kade shook his head at that grin - that all too familiar grin that said so much more than words could express, the same grin that Rocky used when she wanted something from one of them. He didn’t grin back, one eye on Rocky as she retreated back to her room, just kept eating steadily. 

“You’re picking at me for eating right now?” Staring, he couldn’t really dignify the whole one-track mind thing with a response; it was true that he often became so focused on what he was consuming before most other things, however much he wished it wasn’t so. It was hard, sometimes, to find a balance between things, especially when he’d been working all day and had come home hungry. It wasn’t a desperate situation, he knew that, but it was a place he’d been in too many times in the past to be completely at ease even now. 

“Shut up,” Kade muttered around another mouthful of food, “one of us should probably worry about what she hears, don’t you think?” He took the last couple of bites of his food, scraping the plate clean just to make the point. “Alright, alright, what do you want to know?”

Joel appreciated how much Kade cared about Rocky. It warmed his heart and, of course, made their bond stronger. Still, they had differing views on how to parent. But that was normal, too.

“I’m not picking at you for eating... eat as much as you’d like. You’re still kinda skinny.” He teased with a wink before taking another heaping spoonful into his own mouth, eyes glued to Kade all the while. At the question, Joel playfully rolled his eyes, leaning over the table. “Tell me everything. Even the most boring details.”