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[thiefspeak-remade08212016-blog]

      @aeroaid​  &&.  closed.

            She found it ironic that Cinder had called this ‘ just a little clean-up, ’ considering the mess they’d made; there’s blood on the walls, blood on her hands, a half dozen or so bodies littering the ground. Nothing but sick memories of the people that they used to be, at any rate. The White Fang didn’t take too kindly to rebels ( by extension, neither did Cinder ) and supposedly this small group of revolutionaries had taken to sharing some particularly sensitive documents. Sucked to be them.

            ❛ Hey. ❜

            Her tone is strikingly impassive, stark in contrast to the young, trembling kid she’s dragging in by the scruff of his neck. He’s young- not much younger than her- and she’s sure there’s tears in his eyes, especially considering his right arm hangs limp and useless from when he’d tried to pull a weapon on her.

            ❛ This one was hiding in one of the storerooms, trying to call the cops. ❜ She digs her heel into the small of his back, shoves, and doesn’t watch as he stumbles to the ground, all whimpering breaths and blood-smudged handprints. ❛ Let’s just finish up and get out of here. ❜

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Mercury,

            I don’t want to make this too long, because I’m going to lose my nerve. It sounds stupid when I write it down, but it’s true. I’ve been thinking about this for a long, long time, and if you’re upset that I didn’t come to tell you in person you need to know it’s because you’re the only one who could make me stay. 

            I’m leaving. I should have done it a long time ago, but I was a stupid kid, and I was way in over my head- Cinder was the only thing between me and a lifetime spent cold and hungry, and I think, in a way, that convinced me that whatever she was doing must have been good. But this- whatever this is, the death, the destruction- isn’t what I wanted. I’m not really sure if I know what I want anymore, but I’m a big girl, and I’ll probably find out along the way. It just isn’t going to be here.

            I hope you’re happy, Mercury. I really, really mean it- even if I can’t be. I just can’t look you in the eye knowing that you’d ask me not to go, and that I’d be too fucking weak to leave anyway. It has to be this way, and I hate it. I know you do too.

            I’m so sorry. Please take care of yourself.

                                        - Emerald.

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▌▏⟡° ❛ @aeroaid  &&.  CLOSED.

            ❛ Don’t you think... don’t you think something about this is wrong ? ❜

            She’d seen ENOUGH bloodshed- been the cause of most of it, casualties of necessity that she’d never allowed herself to dwell on. But this wasn’t a necessity. This was an INDULGENCE.

            ❛ You’re not fucking listening to me! I’m not- I’m not giving up, I’m not leaving. I never said that. ❜ She runs a hand through her hair, curls her fingers against her scalp and breathes a sigh out through her nose. She never should have opened her damn mouth. ❛ You know what ? Forget I ever said anything. Just- fine. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point, whenever. ❜

            They were supposed to lay low together, meet with Cinder at the appropriate time- but she had left before he could protest, judgment clouded by anger and, for some indistinguishable reason, a potent sense of BETRAYAL. But even she couldn’t be fully prepared for the gravity of the destruction they had unleashed.

            And she BLED just like THE REST OF THEM.

            The world returns to her in snippets of violence, the taste of iron on her tongue; the time between when she had left and when the pack of grimm had descended was lost to her. All she knew was the BLOOD that pools beneath her fingers, curled weakly at her abdomen, and the familiar hands that reach to pull her from the rubble.

            She catches a streak of silver, vision swimming with needle-pricks of light and glazed in pain. Idiot, she wants to say- you’re not safe out here.

            But the words are reluctant to come to her tongue. 

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▌▏⟡° ❛ @aeroaid // &&. CLOSED

            We don’t need him. Everything was going fine-

            Do not mistake your place.

            It was probably stupid of her to assume that she ever had one to begin with. Nearly a full twenty-four hours since they’d welcomed their new recruit with VARYING degrees of warmth, the sun making it’s slow descent below the treeline that encompassed their latest temporary dwellings, and still she was sullen, a permanent scowl just barely touching the corners of her mouth. 

            ❛ Dinner. ❜

            Ceramic GRATES wood as she shoves the proffered plate off in his general direction, gaze pointedly averted as she takes up her own seat diagonal of him. She’d never be hungry again- she wasn’t, it was true- and that was all that MATTERED. Not her opinion on Cinder’s methods, not the choices she made- certainly not Mercury.

            And YET-  even as she sits there, content enough to soak in silence, she cannot keep her sidelong gaze trained off of him for long. He looks like an occupational hazard just waiting to happen.