#090188

[hollowedchest]

@090188 sent: to tim: ' i don't ask questions i don't want to know the answer to. '

"that mean you don't ask too many questions, huh?" he doesn't even look up from the table where he's cleaning his rifle. even when he's not looking at clement he's aware of him, has to be otherwise he'll end up with a gun against his temple or knife to his throat. but he doesn't like to give him too much attention, would make his ego too big.

clement isn't stupid, tim's not fool enough to fall for the idea that he is just cause he's fucking weird, but he's also reckless and dangerous. so tim is careful, but works hard to hide how careful he is around him.

"but since you did ask, and you were so very nice about it, i'll answer." tim does finally look up at him, his eyes blank. would it be easier just to stop working with the guy? yeah, but his life would be so, so boring. "first kill, not countin' the army, was my old man."

[givcns]

@090188 // you know, that's your problem. you get no pleasure out of life.

it takes a great deal of effort for raylan to simply watch the man and not react to his words. he's met worse men in his 3 decade long career as a marshal, seen things far worse.

(he doesn't dream of nicaragua anymore and that's one of the few blessings in his life.)

this isn't even what his original case here had been. just a fuckin' coincidence that became a huge pain in his ass and kept him from his promises. it almost makes him miss kentucky. at least shit back then had been predictable.

"oh is that my problem? you really think you're hot shit because you just do whatever the fuck you want, huh?"

[hollerwitch-arch]

it wasn't her worst shift at the clinic, a black eye and a few bruises the sign that things hadn't gone smoothly that day. hazel's tired and all she wants to do is soak in the tub, pour a glass of wine and maybe watch some shitty reality tv in bed. but clem is there and she knows the look in his eyes when he sees the mottled skin when she slips out of her scrubs and the way he asks, who did this to you?

"i had a patient's ex show during her appointment when she didn't want him there. it's already been dealt with." her words are firm, trying to keep him from doing something stupid. like hunting the hills and hollers for one asshole.

@090188

[selfruinmoved]

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[hollowedchest]

@090188 sent: to tim: ❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

he doesn't run to the sink, he doesn't, but he does walk a little faster than he's proud of. and all he's really fucking got at this point is his damn pride so he takes that a little poorly. but he goes, because he has to, because the blood on his arms and face is starting to dry. "fuck." the word is a whisper, he hadn't wanted to let it out but it came anyway.

this is bullshit, bullshit, he's killed so many people already. had plenty of blood on him too. this wasn't the first time by any fucking stretch. he can't control when this comes over him, when a job is just suddenly too much, he doesn't know when the violence will suddenly turn from something he loves, something that make sense, to something that makes his stomach flip.

( it's when he sees himself in a mirror, it's when he sees his father's eyes on his face. when he sees the man who showed up to his high school in a pretty little uniform and smiled at him as tim signed the papers that took what little part of his life he had left away. )

the water is pink when it runs off him, but it's not enough. "you got any soap?" his voice fucking trembles how pathetic.

[selfruinmoved]

“ 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦? ”

she's a mess of glitter and sweat. shawl sticking to her skin , hanging off one shoulder and her too thin frame. post show , she's a mess. riding off the adrenaline of performance. the afterparty had died down hours ago , but to daisy that meant nothing. sleep was a stranger , and when she needed it , she'd make up for it on hours trapped on bus. she doesn't even notice @090188 at first. a voice mixed in with the rest of the static outside the club. it takes a second time for him to register , blue hues blinking beneath dark lashes , back to reality. ❝ uh , shit . . . yeah ! ❞ focus shifts to dig through worn leather purse , a mess of items collected from who knows where. ❝ menthol work? ❞ she hands the cigarette over , the flash of a smile. he's got a pretty face. something dangerous in his eyes. the kind that will ruin someone. ❝ on your way in , or leaving? ❞

[faithfulfriends]

there’s a huff of annoyance that passes her lips from behind her desk, one leg propped against the other with her gaze laser focused on the door in front of her. valeria wasn’t a woman who waited. it was one of many faults she possessed, her inability to wait or bide her time. in her line of work there was no room for errors or mishaps, and being late to a scheduled meeting told her everything she needed to know. proceed with caution. it wasn’t the first job she had called upon clement for — this had to be their third or fourth job together, and all valeria could recall was the significant bloodshed he’d left in his wake. that didn’t matter much. . . the job got done, and those people who didn’t make it? well, they shouldn’t have gotten in his way.

her attention is snapping back to the door when she hears the handle shake a little, eyes rolling at the sight of it. he couldn’t even enter the room without causing a scene, she thought. “what fucking time do you call this?” she’s frowning, brows furrowing as her hand gestures for him to sit down. “i’m paying you twice as much as i pay anyone else. the least you could do is show up on time.” her anger can never last for long whenever clement is concerned. as much as she hated to admit it, she had a soft spot for him. they were just as ruthless as one another, kindred spirits in all things depraved.

@090188 liked for a starter.

[hollowedchest]

@090188 sent: to tim: ❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜

look, here's the thing, tim's never been proud of the men he wanted to fuck. the last time he could even pretend his taste was good was when he as ten and crushing on the boy in his class that always shared his lunch. been downhill since then.

but this? well, shit, this is a new low even for him. first of all, the guy is his partner on some real dangerous jobs, and that's always asking for trouble. the blood on mansell's hands? the wild look in his eyes? his unpredictability? all of those should be red flags, but if tim's being honest with himself they just make him want the guy more.

bad taste runs deep and dark sometimes and that's never been more true than now. he moves with the slow, lazy grace of a man who knows when he's wanted, until he's standing over clement's seated form, his legs on either side of the man's lap. "you got a plan here or just wanted to see if i would come over?" his right hand goes to the other man's hair, letting his trigger finger through his hair until he can press all five fingers against the back of his nack.