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Respect;;

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Crash like Thunder;;

A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone;  

    It all went sour. He saw the pistol shaking in untrained hands and took advantage of it. Now she stood, clawing at her assailant's arm wrapped firmly around her neck--her own pistol now an instrument against her.     Rhea was certain these were her final moments; she was going to die. And what was worse; she wasn't alone in this mess. Everything the woman dragged the bounty hunter and herself through--everything was going to be for nothing.         Something sparked just then in blue hues and Faust saw it, his eyes flattering to hers just in time to catch it in sight. She felt her blood boil under pale skin and her heart crashed against her rib cage so violently it thumped in her ears.

i    won't          die               here

    Rhea swiveled her hips and snaked a foot behind his, before he had much chance to react she used this leverage change to her advantage to send him tumbling backwards to the ground with a hard shove. It was almost beautiful how fluid she did it, dipping a hand into her boot to retrieve the concealed dagger. Once it twirled in her hand before she dropped and it sank into the mans chest. Tears started to form by the second time the dagger rose and fell. A desperate cry by the fourth.

again...      and again...                 and again...

    " Rhea....Rhea !! " Faust has to pluck the smaller woman off the floor from behind to get her to stop, hands now soaked in red drop the dagger to the floor as she's jerked up with a loud clang. Now a wound up ball of adrenaline the consort starts to protest and struggle in his grasp but the drell holds her securely by the shoulders. " Calm. Down. " he punctuated firmly. Her eyes stare down at the mans lifeless body and there is a brief moment where everything was quiet; almost serene--like the calm after a storm.      Salt then mixed with speckles of iron stark on her skin. A memory floods her mind and tears continue pooling and spilling onto already damp cheeks. 

" Do you think I'll ever have to fight, papa? " " --I hope that you never have to know what it's like little nuvole. I really do. "

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Pull the trigger;; [Memory]

" Don't think I didn't notice, Rookie. " the blue drell spat out. " Wh--" " I know a kill shot when I see it. You didn't kill a damn person in that base. " he interjected with a stern finger pointing at the blonde. Rhea's violet eyes go wide before they lock on the ground, teeth start to worry at her bottom lip as he continued to chide her like a child. " For fucks sake, I feel like a babysitter. And I'm not getting paid enough to get shot at and have to worry about people coming up behind me because you aren't putting a fucking bullet in them. You wanted to do this. " " I'm sorry-- " " Those sad eyes aren't going to work on me so just stop. I don't want to hear your frilly stories or see any damn tears in those eyes. You really think that they would have just knocked you out? Left you alive? Man up. " Faust's amber eyes roll and he turns his back, shuffing his heavy coat from tired broad shoulders, " When we find him, you are pulling the trigger. And if you don't I will--on you. " 

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♥ ♚ [[only if u want to~]]

♥ // heart felt confession

” You are stronger than I originally gave you credit for. What you went through could have left someone broken—shattered. Your strength is very admirable Sirrit. It seems you are a delightful ball of surprises. And I am glad that everything seems to have turned to your favor, you deserve it. “

♚ //a hug

” Sirrit honey! ” she cooed before embracing him, ” Come. We have much music to go through, gossiping and baking to do. Perhaps you could paint my toes again…you are much better at it then I am. “

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♦ ✉ ♚ [[ hope it isn't too late for these ;w; ]]

♦ // unsent text

[MESSAGE CROFT “CANARY” M. ][:] I was thinking about dying my hair…[:] Perhaps try to get the lovely color of yours[:] But I’ve never done it myself before[:] Care to come by and help me?[ »SAVED TO DRAFTS ]

✉ // 2am text

[MESSAGE CROFT “CANARY” M. ][:] [:] MY HAOIR IS ORANGE[:] BRIGHT ORANGE[:] IT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE YOURS[:] WHY DI I DO THIS?????

♚ //a hug 

” Maben!! ” she shrieks pulling the woman inside her apartment, hugging her rather frantically she pulled away and pointed to the mess of orange locks atop her head, ” LOOK. AT. MY. HAIR. helpme. ” a pout twists her lips. 

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♥ // heart felt confession

” I still get headaches thinking back to our first meeting. Yes, laugh it up—-I know you weren’t really trying to but you taught me quite a bit from that mess I dragged you through. And I feel like those things have helped me…well, stay alive. I know your opinion of me isn’t very high and that’s fine. But you are important to me…whether your blue butt likes it or not. “ 

♦ // unsent tex

[ MESSAGE; FAUST ][:] I hope this is still your omni-tool…[:] I haven’t heard from you in quite awhile, I hope that all is well?[:]  …wait when do i ever hear from you….[:]  i am going to spend your credits on shoes[ SAVE TO DRAFTS /// DELETE ] 

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And At His Left Hand;; [Operative Three & Rhea]

It wasn't often clients requested to remain anonymous until their arrival--but it did happen. Anonymity was very important to some; something that Rhea understood quite well.  She wasn't sure what the order of business was to be exactly--but as always she donned her best. Alabaster skin shown stark against the deep red of her dress. The grown came up high along her neckline but dropped low in he back, giving a window to the smooth skin and soft curves. Her hair weaved into a bun atop her head and out of her face; gold embellishments flickered brightly in the light.  The buzzer sounds on her door, causing the woman to wince--a headache that she can't seem to get rid of partially numbs her head. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm her nerves she walks to the door, heels clicking lightly on the way. A finger lingers on the button to open it; a small wave of nervousness crashes over her again as it's pressed---she's not sure whats going to be waiting for her on the other side. 

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--Playing Catch Up;; [Faust & Rhea]

The Silver Sun Strip-- It was a good place to make all the credits in your account disappear. From gambling and games to expensive restaurants and rooms it would no doubt leave you drained if you let it. The blonde stood at the bustling casino bar silently watching the patrons gamble their savings away--smiles on their faces and drinks in hand. Her eyes wonder the room as a hand reaches up and tucks a loose tuff of hair behind her ear.  It had been some time since she last saw Faust--a bounty hunter that was once fixated on collecting her head; not quite the best first meeting. But things didn't exactly go as planned, she gained the drells favor and together they took down a target of her own--the man that put the price on her head. And she'll never forget it had all started because she was foolish--she was a 'Rookie'. A small smile lightens her features as she remembers the name he called her; a name that once drove her nuts and reminded her, everytime he said it, of how much of a rookie she really was. But along with time passing experience was gained and lessons were learned. She was more experienced and established than she once was.

Violet eyes roll and a light amused snort escapes her--'as if that's going to impress him.' she thinks to herself.