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           I WAS LIKE FOU- you know what….Nevermind.

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        Four. Imagine that.

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sayhellotopavlov liked your post “oi. I HAD A LEASH ONCE.”

          Seriously!?

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fUCK sorry uys for the unplanned hiatus!! it was my birthday and everyone I know apparently needed to take me on long drives and get me intoxicated etc

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im back now though!! also totally lost on who I owe, so?? like this post if I owe you?? or even better send me an ask or something?? ;A; sorry!!!

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Now that's entertainment - !

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excuse u

what do u have against me margot jeeze its almost like u dont want me to live happily ever after

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⊕ oops))

Pros

Cute, frilly underthings and business suits, respectively. Need I say more?

Being treated like a princess in the bedroom is just as nice as being treated like one outside the bedroom, I understand.

Got to admit, I've developed a profound appreciation for your girlish figure.

Cons

Margot Verger is a meddling dunce.

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Pros

You'd get a "bonus" here at work.

Virgins are just the bees knees.

There's a whole world of kinks to expose you to.

Cons

You'd tell old Jack lickity split.

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sENDS THIS IN FOR A LAUGH ⊕

Pros

It would bring us closer as a family!

Cons

Been there, done that.

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Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

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0. The Fool

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       There was a lot to do. More than usual and she could feel the tiny beads of sweat forming along her hairline, only to be cooled and evaporated by a fresh blast of coolant. It was unearthly cold in the lab. It always was, for sterilization reasons of course. Busy, however, was good. Good for everyone, it kept their minds off of how shitty an investigation might be going, and it kept hers away from ‘getting too close’ as they said. Which was much better than the passing out at random times and waking up not exactly where you left yourself. Yes, this was much better.            Fingers expertly navigated around a needle as she stitched up currently open body cavity. It was protocol to lace up what you’d done and re open it when you needed to work again if you were planning to step away for more than a few hours. When she made it to the sternum she snipped the thread and tied it off without a problem. Red stained gloves were removed and she was all ready to put him back into his respective cabinet. With one quick swoop the white sheet was pulled over his head and he was rolling back into the steel tomb that was identical to the others that his dead brethren were housed in.             Shuffling over to the computer where she found Zee she pulled off her gloves and replaced them with a pair of clean ones. “Collapsed chest cavity, broken breast bone, two fractured ribs, and three snapped ones. Totaled up to something was definitely dropped on his chest. Something heavy…”             Her voice trailed off as she saw the familiar blonde hair appear behind Brian’s shoulder. Shit. Shit. Shit.Now? Of all times he wanted to come now….. Swiping a strand of ginger hair that had fallen from her ponytail out of her eyes she moved to the side to give a polite smile. “Mr. Verger, what a pleasant surprise.” Ah, yes business as usual. There was almost a grimace to her features that was quickly covered up. Her eyes darted back to Zeller and she gave a silent apology.              “I promise, another time…” She felt horrible for accepting lunch plans right in front of the man who she had just had to cancel a lunch date with. But just by being around Mason Verger. She knew that he was not a man to deny an invitation. “I promise…” The words were quiet and she placed a hand on his shoulder before crossing the room to her boss. Sterile white gloves came off and she dumped them into the red bin containing disposed items that would be considered hazardous waste.              ”Italian sounds lovely, shall we?” 

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        The transit from the BSU lab to the limousine idling outside was a quiet one that Mason enjoyed. He took those moments to soak in Center's face, blissfully ignorant of her future agony, and innocent in the way that a a child is -- not stupid, but simply unaware. Would she fear him if she saw him holding Papa's knife? Would she squeal? He swallowed hard because he had been salivating, and with a chivalrous demeanor, he opened the door first for her and allowed her to slide inside before he followed suit.

        "You've been working for me for a little while, now, haven't you, Ms. Center?" It was more of a statement than a question, but still he looked at her as if expecting a response. "We're good pals, wouldn't you say? But, I'm afraid you haven't been wholly honest with me. There's a reason you work in the lab, isn't there?"

        Reaching forward to collect two glasses and a bottle of vodka, he poured the two of them drinks and added ice with a metal scoop.

       "I'd just like to make sure that, before we discuss further business, you're going to be safe and stable on the job." He put the tumbler in her hand and sat still, holding, not drinking, his own. "What are your thoughts on this" He was a demanding social opposite and conversationalist -- questions kept the flow rapid and rhetoric maintained a degree of cerebral focus that had, in the past, distracted young women and men alike from the curiosity of Mason not drinking from his glass.

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"Really?"

        “Really-really, princess. Swan Lake, you and me at nine. I’ll pick you up, say, around… seven, for dinner? Sans our cooing mother hen, of course. Will you need a new dress?”

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       “That sounds perfect, Mason. You’re sure Margot isn’t going to invite herself along this time? Not to sound mean, but— I could do without the mother-henning for once.

              And I’ve got something I can wear, don’t worry.”

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        "No need to worry. I've made sure that she's thoroughly tied up and utterly unable to wriggle her way into our evening. I love her just to death, but she definitely can be a little... overbearing.

        "I look forward to seeing you in something formal, though. May I ask what color? I'd like to pick something out for myself that's complementary."

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     And here was where the fun began.

     She waited for a reaction from Mason. A word, a simple movement (from his eyes, of course, the only part of him left that could portray any kind of an emotion), anything. But there was nothing. It would have been the perfect time for Margot to leave, and she hesitated on the thought for a couple of moments.

     Just before she was about to turn to leave, Mason decided to speak up.

     Alas, he wasn’t speaking to his dear sister. Calling out, instead, for Cordell his voice having something of a panic to them; he hadn’t even waited for the machine to breathe for him, as it had been doing in recent days. It brought the smallest hint of a smile to Margot’s face – not once had she ever seen Mason like this, nor had she ever thought she would be given the chance to do so.

     It was perhaps the most beautiful sight Margot had ever been able to lay her eyes upon.

     “Nobody will be coming for you, Mason,” Margot informed, daring a few more steps towards her brother. She rarely ever got this close to him anymore.  She waited a couple of seconds before continuing, “Not unless I give them the word to do so.”

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        Had Mason hands that moved and arms that allowed them to do so, he would have torn the mask from his face and the tubes from his throat and arms. He would have come rising from that bed like a vengeful phoenix from cold, wet ashes and come exploding forth with a rage so powerful, Margot might not survive. If only. Somewhere in the snowy vastness of wintertime, a child sang O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie.

        How still we see thee lie, Mason. How still we see thee lie.

        His face changed colors as he gasped and got only regulated bursts from the machine that threatened to damage his syncopating lungs. Unable to cough fully and suddenly very aware of the tube that had been thrust down his throat through an incision in his neck, he tried to force himself to breathe in time with the machine, but had inhaled saliva and choked.

        He'd get pneumonia continuing like this for too long.

        "You -- You can't --" he wheezed, inhaling after inhaling and struggling on the release when the machine took it out of him. "Let me die and -- you'll never see -- the money." A raw, almost-cry tore out of his throat and he fought for a regular breath that ended with a spray of saliva over the inside of the fiberglass mask that covered his gruesome visage. "Mar -- Five thousand dollars! Get a -- get someone and -- I'll give you f--"

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    ❝  Well, apparently, I went about putting him down the wrong way. ❞

                                           A flawless and gorgeous Margot Verger                                               rp    blog .    Highly    recommended.

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0. The Fool

        Mason had undertaken the curious and lengthily task of sinking his teeth into the bureau long before the loss of his mobility and face. In fact, he had a woman on the inside -- unwitting as she might be, it was the best he could afford, given the state of camaraderie that could be found at the BSU, which Jack Crawford ruled with an iron fist. The Justice department, the senate -- they were easy to buy because they were cutthroat and had no sense of... family. Not like Crawford's crop. They were harder to wheedle.

        Enter one virginal and girlish intern, Elizabeth Center. Rumor had it, she was the new Will Graham, and Mason would not let the chance pass him by. So he acquired her and kept her busy with menial tasks as the checks were made and the systems were broken. Files filtered in through private mail, sealed, read, sealed again, and securely delivered, and as time went by, the Verger heir constructed for himself a profile of the young woman that would allow for a torture far more lasting than a test of the literal thickness of her skin.

        She had an empathy disorder. And as the money filled the pockets of greedy and technologically skilled individuals, all her deepest, darkest secrets filled the recesses of Mason's black and cruel mind.

        The crescendo:

        Mason stood outside the BSU lab at one-thirty in the afternoon, just before Elizabeth's shift there was scheduled to come to an end, and waited there until the clock struck even. When he opened the doors to the lab, courtesy of a visitors pass he'd achieved through lucrative means (of course), the room smelled faintly of camphor and he instinctually held up a gloved hand over his nose against the harshness of it.

        "Elizabeth Rose?" He drew out the last vowel as he stepped past Zeller, who worked alone on a computer in the corner, scowling. "Business, Ms. Center. I've got a new job for you and I'd like to take you to lunch to discuss it. I'm feeling Italian today, what about you?

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[part of me is like

"u should do a mun video!"

and part of me is like

"nah bro"]

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P L E A S E

I NEED IT

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