T A L O N

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♟ █ ▌⊱┊ RAVEN.

“I’ve missed you.”

                                                       ❛   Yeah? Well, I'm sure you couldn't have missed me as much as I happened to miss you, y'know.   ❜

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thedarkempath.

 “Dick.”

❛   Hello, Rae.  ❜

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holy frijoles

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“I don’t want to spend eternity with you, 

    it’s much too short.”

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"Let's aim for more time then. Two eternities, maybe?"

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

well well well. if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that i fucked up real bad

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okay. deep breath. you can CUT into a person to dig out a bullet no problem. it’s probably not even that far in, right?

         he mentally sends a prayer up to the higher          power & starts cutting the bullet wound open          further. crimson blood SEEPS seamlessly from          the laceration. shane has to bite back a grimace          before continuing. this is a life or death situation;          his squeamish-ness about blood & guts is going          to have to take a back seat.

                   the wound is opened up more for easier access,                    allowing him to set the stained scalpel down &                    switch to tweezers. he THINKS he’s got a view                    of the bullet.

   “almost done. breathe easy.”

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the moment before she can feel him cutting into her feels like an eternity, similar to the moment in which the pain seems to increase tenfold & she's swallowing the loud screams which seem to die in her throat anyways.

                         if she hadn't been so stupid.                          if she had done her job like                          she was supposed to, with                          no stupid mistakes on her                          part then maybe she would                          be somewhere else, some                          place with a lot less p a i n.

the least she can do is not scream, because then that would just prove that she's sloppy & that she's weak. fingers clutch at the fabric of her jeans as if her life depended on but it keeps the screams from coming so she keeps her grip as tight as possible.

     (  a muffled response is the only thing she offers          because she can't risk taking the towel out,          not until she's sure the screams won't come.  )

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“ALRIGHT !”

             She grins deviously & trots to the              cabinet, grabbing the two bottles              of vodka stashed there. 

     “Ready whenever you are, Dickie.”

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"I'm giving you a second or two to enjoy being thirty bucks richer than you're going to be in a little bit."

     Arrogance rolls off of the assassin in waves      as he strolls over & takes one of the bottles      from her grasp, setting it down only for a      moment as he lined thirty knives that looked      identical in a straight row on the table.

"Just remember, this was your stupid idea."

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magicxecustos:

     “Little Dick Grayson…” The voice that passed through the witch’s lips was not her own, but it borrowed her to speak aloud to its audience. “The little acrobat who watched his parents D I E. How good to finally meet you.”

                                                     She snickers and circles around him                                                      as a hyena would its prey— dangerous                                                      && laughing. Her lithe body contorts                                                      unnaturally as she moves like a ROBOT,                                                      as though unused to the way it works.

             “I’ve been wanting to meet              you for quite a while, you know.              But this little brat kept me from              doing so for some time.”

The look that crosses his face is one of confusion; utmost confusion, followed shortly by a small huff that could easily be called a snarl. It could have been said that speaking of the death of his parents was more than just a touchy subject for him, but among the anger that he felt he was aware enough to realize that this wasn't something which Sheri would openly use to taunt him.

                                       this. was. not. sheri.                                            ( ---- but it hurt to hear nonetheless. )

"Whatever the hell you think you are; you got what you wanted, you've met me, now get the fuck out & give me my friend back."

Words leave his lips in a flow of tranquility, but one did not have to be magical to know that he was less than a second from snapping once & for all, fingers itching to attack despite the knowledge that this was likely one battle from which he would not emerge victorious.

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Can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships? I’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)

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“TWENTY BUCKS says that you can’t throw those knives without hurting me whilst inebriated.” 

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"I'm not going to run the risk of stabbing you              ------ for twenty bucks.  Make it thirty & we'll bring out the booze."

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"I /want/ to sleep, but—- I know you’re right." She shivered, the lack of clothes and loss of blood cooling her too fast to get accustomed to. "Just.. tell me how my side looks. Is.. it bad..?-

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His eyes trailed across the wound, slightly relieved to see that it wasn’t the worst he’d seen. “You’ll live,” he replied after a moment. “No longer loosing blood as much as before, I doubt you’ll need stitches; but we need to bandage your side.”

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      “Alright, alright——             I’m jus’ checking t’make             sure y’remember. Gotta             keep you in line.        Okay, so I’m thinking…        A Walk to Remember.        Ever seen that one?”

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"It isn't necessarily hard to keep me in line,     or to talk me into watching something I've never heard of.         But it's gotta be good if you're thinking of watching it.                    Hold on, let me just do this really quick.  .  ."

He trailed off & walked out of the room with the phone pressed against his ear, making quick of their food order.

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Roleplayer: I'm so sorry for what I'm about do to our muses.

Roleplaying partner: No you're not

Roleplayer: no i'm not

[megturnies]

poly ships are so fucking perfect and i wish there was more. i wish there were more fics exploring three people falling in love, or two people building a friendship and growing closer because they’re both in love with the same person. i want art and head canons and all of it. there’s so much that’s untapped because not enough people seem to want to go in that direction and it’s really sad

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"i’m not gonna let you die, ricki.                           and that’s a promise.”

               shane hurries back into the room, kneeling                at the girl’s side. he opens the first aid kit                and pulls out the scalpel they stored in there                previously. he hands her a towel to bunch into                her mouth and bite down on.

      “we don’t have any pain meds, so you might            need this. try not to be too l o u d. we don’t need     the neighbors calling 911 out of fear of a murderer next door.”

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“someone once promised me i'd have a bright      & favorable future---- so, sorry if i don't believe you.”

bloody hands grasp the offered towel as she nods, once & then she's twisting it in her grasp so it'll be thick enough for screams that might or might not come to be muffled through it's fabric.

“i don't think we'll need to worry too much about that,      i'd be lying if i said that this is the worst pain i've felt.     just   . . .    please get it over with before it gets to the                point where i can finally say that it is. ”

ricki licks her lips, unable to keep the sharp pitch from rising in her voice. her hands twist the towel one more time before it's against her lips & she's biting down as hard as possible.

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he’s content to simply hold her, because he knows that she  would do the same thing for  him if he were the one scared. and he IS scared; with every thought of the court, he can feel his half-heart pounding against his ribcage, his cold skin grows colder, his scars pulse, his eyes turn a murky purple in color. but he chooses to hide all of that for her sake.

because if Leo—being the  fearless, courageous,  ferocious sorcerer he is— is terrified of the court of owls, then

          WHY SHOULDN’T SHE BE——?

Leo lets a sigh slip from his discolored lips and buries his face into Ricki’s dark hair. something about her is always so comforting; he never wants to let her go.

      “…we’re going t’kick those       owls’ butts, birdie. c’mon—             let’s go do something. just             you and me. no owls, no             worries. something fun.”

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she smiles, she smiles & it isn't something huge, it won't  light up  the sky with it's vibrancy, but it's honest & it's because of him that she does. so she smiles, & all that matters is that she's happy.

her hand presses to his chest in one hesitant move, above a heart that should not be capable of beating let alone making her as enamoured as she is of it & of the boy whom it belongs to.

there is a sense of comfort in knowing she can feel it.

“ something fun? ---- like what, pray & tell? ”

the prospect of having fun was still foreign to ricki, who still carried around a knife with her everywhere that she went, who still saw people on the streets as targets & threats. but time spent with leo was time that she enjoyed, & she knew that fun was good; fun was something people did, normal people.

“ we should get something to eat first,        because i kinda skipped out on breakfast. ”