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remi wilson. 27. outlaw. heart beats the pump of my blood no strings for you to pull on.

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Remi had been overly excited to get out of the house all week and the beach party was the perfect excuse. Most everyone he knew would be attending, and it was nice to have a break from work and grading pieces of art. He had only arrived an hour earlier and already had a drink in hand as he walked through the hall of the home of whoever was hosting to get to the beach where the fire had already begun. Thankfully, the night had been warm. He turned yet another corner, sure he was lost after using the washroom, and bumped into another person, his drink sloshing but not spilling too much as he had already finished most of it. “Oh, fuck!” He exclaimed, using his sweater sleeve to reach out and wipe the drink off the other person. “Wasn’t looking where I was going, sorry,” he spoke, probably too loudly as he tried to wipe the person before he realized he had his hand on their chest and quickly removed it. “Oh God. Any chance you could point me in the direction of the beach? This house is massive.” A blush formed on his cheeks as he looked up at whoever he had just felt up. 

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Roman had taken to coming to smaller pubs like this one rather than the fancy bars he normally went to at this point. Why? He didn’t really know, but here he sat, messing with the buttons on his shirts sleeves so he could unbutton them before rolling them up. He liked wearing suit, liked looking nice, but after twelve hours of having a three-piece on, it got irritating – fast. He heard a familiar voice behind him and couldn’t help but to give the other male a confused look at the nickname. “I’ve been on my fucking feet for twelve hours, I have every right to be grumpy.” He shot back, his brow raising as he yanked off his tie, leaving it setting around his neck. “I’m pretty damn positive it’s not that at all. You might have all of your students swooning over you, but I’ve seen better.” He shot back, sighing as his drink showed up before him, quickly downing the contents of the whiskey tumbler before setting it back down on it’s coaster. “If you call an innocent man being locked away from his family for ten years a ‘good’ outcome, I suppose so.”

Remi grimaced at the man’s angry words, but just sipped on his drink. “Don’t lawyers sit during the day?” He tried to joke, knowing it wouldn’t be the most well received joke out there. “Oh, Roman,” he sighed and put a hand over his heart, feigning hurt, “you wound me. I only want your love and attention.” He shot Roman a smile, taking a few more sips of his beer as he watched the other man drown his own. He figured being a lawyer taught you how to drink well as well as how to argue so the other person barely could give a valid reply. Again, he frowned at the man’s next words. Why would anyone choose to become a lawyer was beyond Remi. It was such stressful work. “If you’re sure he’s innocent, I’d say that’s a pretty shitty outcome. Sorry, man,” he said as he signaled for another beer as he finished the contents of his current glass. “I mean, on the bright side, there’s always the next case, right?” Was there any way to lighten the mood with Roman Black? Yes, but the only person he knew who could do that was Artemis Miller. “Or I’m sure Artemis could take your mind off of it,” he insinuated, raising his eyebrows at the other man, a smirk playing on his lips.

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fire and the flood / evey + remi

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Evangeline typically wouldn’t get into a fight with anyone on social media, feeling like it drew unnecessary attention to a situation, but this time she had made an exception. Her anger was boiling right under the surface, and she could feel it beginning to bubble over as it mixed with the pain her older brother’s words had caused her. Upon receiving the call from Remi, she unlocked her apartment door before sitting back on the couch. She knew she needed to stay calm, to wait for him to get there, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t hold in the pain and the hatred that seemed to flood her being and cloud her vision. Evey stood up quickly, unable to contain it anymore. Section by section, she went through the main part of her apartment, ripping pictures off the walls and smashing them, shoving over her bookshelf, shattering her CD case and all its contents, and flipping over all the furniture in sight. Having made it to the kitchen and flipped her table, the decorative china and vase of flowers shattering upon contact with the floor, she finally felt the tears began to roll down her cheeks. A loud sob escaped her lips as she crumbled to the floor where the table had been- one of the only safe places to be at the moment. Curling herself into a ball, she drew her hands to her face, feeling and seeing the blood that was spilling from her knuckles from the mirrors she had punched. She could feel the pieces of glass that were stuck in her palms from throwing plates as well, but she was in too much emotional pain to feel anything physical. The brunette knew there were probably other wounds on her body, but she couldn’t see them to tell for sure. As she heard the familiar voice call her name, she didn’t say anything, she only sobbed louder. 

In the destruction of the apartment Remi moved his way through the shards and broken furniture. The books all over the floor. He slowly made his way through the apartment, only stopping to register the sound when he heard a loud sob coming from the kitchen. He quickly made his way into the room, his heart clenching as he saw the girl on the floor, wrecked and bloody from the demolition of the house. God, he thought. Walking over quickly, Remi crouched down in front of her, slowly and carefully reaching out to her to take a hand and inspect it, not saying a word to the girl so not to make things worse. “Oh, Evey,” he muttered under his breath as he looked at her palms, wondering how to get these out while she sat on the floor. He pondered for a moment, knowing he had passed the bedroom and it wasn’t in a terrible state. Without so much as a word, he picked up the girl bridal style and carried her through the wreckage, stopping in the bathroom first so they could deal with her hand. He set her on the counter, hoping she would steady herself as he got the first-aid kit out of the cupboard. “We gotta deal with the hand first, ‘kay, Evey?” All he wanted to do was tell her things would be okay, but his words would mean nothing without the reassurance of Roman saying he would forgive her and she would forgive him. “This is going to hurt a bit,” he lifted his eyes to meet hers, one hand going to wipe the stray tears from her cheeks before steadying her hand as he used the tools to remove the shards and then disinfect it before wrapping the gauze and tape around it. “All done. You did good, Evey.” He lifted her back up after a moment and brought her to her bed, laying her down gently under the covers before removing his shoes and sweater and climbing in after her, wrapping an arm around her waist to bring her against him to cuddle. “He’ll calm down, Eves. It’ll be calmer tomorrow. How are you feeling?”

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“Lemme see what I can do, Rem.” Archer nodded at his request, booting the computer up one more time in safe mode. he glanced through the screens as it started up, watching for any irregularities. When he made it to the log-in screen he leaned back, “Could you put your password in?” He shut his eyes for just a moment and felt his tiredness drape over his whole body. After a second, he blinked his eyes back open, “Yeah, I’m fine. Haven’t been sleeping so well lately, you know?”

Remi reached over the man and typed the password, not caring if he saw him type in Luke Skywalker’s name. He was shameless a fan of Star Wars. He looked over at the man, sitting beside the laptop on the desk and examined the man’s face. “Have you taken sleeping pills? Sleep is important, Arch.” His expression was worried, hoping the man was alright. “You know, this can wait. I can head to the library or steal another teacher’s if you’re too tired.” 

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“it’s not that overpriced” jonathon frowned as he collected the mocha latte, his name scribbled onto the side in black marker. “i’m not big on parties” he joked lightly as he took a long sip, letting the liquid burn it’s way down his throat. “i may go, i feel like i’m getting too old to party with all of this young crowd.”

remi looked down at his seven dollar drink and back up to the man. “this drink was seven dollars. seven.” was this man secretly loaded? “is that right? you seem like you’d be quite the party animal,” remi mentioned jokingly, smile fresh on his face. “wait-” he looked the man over, wondering how old he was. “how old are you? twenty-two?”

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“Don’t know, but I assume it’s a no considering they said they’ll just call me back.” She rolled her eyes before looking around. It felt quite odd just standing around, but she didn’t plan on staying for long. A reason why she continued to stand. Turning her head back to him, she noticed his smile and only pressed her lips together just for a moment. “I’ll keep that in mind just in case, so thanks for that.” A second later, she stood up straight and crossed her arms before saying, “I’m fine. I do have fun. I go to the beach, I read, and I sing. What else should I do to be considered fun for you?”

Remi watched as the girl stood, raising his eyebrows. Was she in a hurry to leave? He supposed no one would want to stay in a shop they had just been rejected from. “You go to the beach. Why don’t we go there now?” He offered, hoping it would make the girl more comfortable. She seemed ready to flee at any moment. “Well, socializing with friends. Come to the party and we can hang out a bit, if you’re up for it.” 

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Ophelia’s eyes has been bright with excitement, she’d stayed up to late the night before at a reading, but compensated with unhealthy amounts of coffee in the morning, but that didn’t necessarily erase any clumsiness from her lack of sleep, she’d dropped her coffee, splattering it all over the shoes of the person whom stood in front of her, she bit down the laugh that threatening to escape her lips, this wasn’t funny ophelia “I am so, so sorry.” She choked out “I promise if they are ruined, I’ll replace’em.” She exclaimed, more seriously this time.

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Remi had spotted her down the hallway in the university and had to stop himself from walking right over to say good morning. Instead, he casually waited by a door in the hall, checking his phone while he waited for his next class to start in a few hours. He looked up as he felt a warm liquid pour on his shoes, noticing she had traveled down the hall much faster than he had expected. Remi looked down at her with a smile on his lips, trying not to laugh as she rambled off apologies. He shook them off, avoiding getting the coffee on her, and looked for a custodian near by who may have access to a mop. “Darlin’, don’t worry about it,” he flashed a smile at her, knowing the coffee wouldn’t ruin his cheap shoes. He had spilled paint on them many times before. He looked around the deserted hall, but wasn’t sure if it was okay to touch her. Risk it? He reached out, squeezing her hand quickly, before dropping it and taking a step back from her. “I’d say if they’re ruined you could make it up to me in a different way, but you seem in a rush. Busy today?”

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She tried to act like she was offended, but she just laughed. It wasn’t in her nature to be offended or upset, the blonde always filled with so much joy and laughter. “Yeah, two feet plus three feet and an inch. What kind of prof. doesn’t know simple mathematics, babe?” A small blush on her face at the mention of Roman’s name. Even if they had been together for quite a while, she couldn’t help but blush when he was brought up. “The guy was decent. Like I’ve seen some people flail over him, but really the only thing I find attractive in him is his height. But, no, Roman was not there to save the day.”

Remi only laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “Art, babe, I’m an Art Prof. not a mathematics prof. They didn’t hire me for those skills, so I figure I’m okay.” He couldn’t help but smile as she blushed, knowing fully well how much she liked Roman. “Well, what the hell, Roman. Letting his girl fall without him being there to catch her. Tsk, tsk.” At the thought of the party, he wondered if she would be going to this one. “You’re going to the one tomorrow, right? The party?” 

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“overworking your body is not a good thing” he informed, a roll of his eyes before nodding, grabbing his towel to wipe away some of the sweat glistening on his forehead. “i’m kind of always offering them, it’s my job to, remember?”

“well, yes, but you take breaks, don’t you?” remi barely frequented this gym, preffering more to do his workouts at home where he could relax after. he bit his lip at the answer of the man, knowing it had been a stupid question. of course he offered the classes. “right, right. sorry.” he mumbled before stepping further into the room. “where do i sign up? i’m thinking of taking a few of them.” 

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He had been staring at a computer all morning, he felt like his eyes were going to start bleeding if he didn’t move, he decided too sugary coffee and a cupcake would bring him back to life. But before he even got a chance to order, something else got his blood running. Rolling his eyes, he wasn’t really trying to hide how much he disliked the guy that spoke to him, “And I assume you’re here prying on young girls?” He shot back in the same cheery tone. “There’s always a party happening around here.” Adriel shrugged one shoulder and placed in his order, then almost groaned, “Is this you trying to find out if my sister is going?”

He spotted Adriel and instantly knew he shouldn’t have said anything. He took a step back, knowing fully well Adriel didn’t like him. “Pry on young girls? Who do you think I am, Adriel?” He raised an eyebrow at the man, wondering where he got that idea. Yeah, Remi flirted, but only with people of legal age. Remi’s eyes went wide at the mention of his sister. How had he found out? They tried to be careful. “Uh, what do you mean?” He let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Why would I want to know if your sister is going?” Oh, he was fucked.

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“I haven’t seen your salary, no. But I’m just going to assume that’s it’s pretty big, and that you’re making bank by being a professor,” She shrugged a bit. She crossed one leg over the other and ran a hand through her blue hair, “We’ll see. Astrid is bent on finding me someone to go with but I’m not too into the idea of going with an official date or whatever, y’know?” He probably didn’t know. Remi was a wonderful guy but he was very very different than Addie. She figured he probably liked the idea of dating and settling down and all that. The difference didn’t matter though, because she didn’t talk to him with any intentions of anything in the romantic ballpark. Addie nodded her head, “I turned 21 last Sunday so I’m officially legal to drink. I can even show you my ID if you want, so you know I’m not lying,” She was only half kidding. She’d become accustomed to people doubting what she said, considering she used to be– and still could be– quiet sly and sneaky and deceitful. 

Remi shrugged his shoulders. He made enough to be comfortable, he would admit that. At her words, he couldn’t help but smile. Oh, he understood that. More fun to just go solo with no attachments. “I get that. If you go alone then you don’t have to take care of anyone either. Or stick with them. More options for sure,” he sent her a wink. He knew he sometimes probably came off as a man who would love the idea of settling down with a family, and maybe some day, but for now he was content being with as many people as he liked. “What the hell, why was I not alerted so I could take you for drinks?” He looked at her skeptically, almost wanting to ask for her ID just to make fun of how young she looked. “How do we know it isn’t a fake ID?”

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She’d been so off in her own world paining a small mural on on of her studio walls that she didn’t even hear the person walk up behind her, jumping and spinning around after a second only to hit the person in the face with the paint brush that just so happened to be loaded with bright yellow paint. “Oh my god.” Cora breathed out, busting out into a fit of laughter as she looked around for a somewhat clean rag to hand over to the person. “I’m so sorry.” She told them, biting her lip slightly. “However, I will say that the color suits you, and that you should let me paint something awesome on your skin and then take a lot of pictures. You might even become famous.”

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Remi still has his key from long ago, letting himself in to visit Cora when he finally had a free day to visit everyone. When he was she was painting, he stood for a moment, taking in the art she was creating. Her art was always his favorite. He continued into the room, only for her to get startled and end up with bright yellow paint all over him. “I don’t think you’re very sorry, Cor,” he chuckled, taking a rag that sat behind him and wiping the wet paint off his face, knowing it would take a wash or two for it really to be gone. “All colors suit me,” he smirked, then let out a laugh and tossed the rag to the side. “Let’s not flashback to our first meeting, gorgeous, and stay away from taking photos of me.” Though, really, he wouldn’t mind her painting something on his arm. “Maybe my arm? No, back? I need new ink anyways.” Her designs were always the best.

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“Look, honey, let’s get one thing straight. My earrings clearly cost more than your shitty ass car I saw you rock up in. You don’t own shit in here. Touch me one more time without my wanting you to,” Amorette displayed a sweetheart smile, leaning down to lean over the man’s lips, “I’ll have you blue in more places than your balls.” She giggled, kicking his chair away from her as she walked through the club, seeing a familiar face and chuckling as she came closer. “It’s all class in here, huh?” 

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Remi frequented the club, more often to talk with Amorette if she had a free moment. He had sat at the bar, ordering one of the cheaper drinks to simply sip on until he could fine Amorette. He heard her voice before he saw her, smiling instantly when she appeared into his view.  “Only gentlemen, I hear,” he joked, taking his coat off the seat next to him in case she wanted to sit down. “Are you free, or am I going to have to buy a dance if I want to talk with you tonight?”