Aug 29, 2020
@agcntwells
“You got a light?”
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@agcntwells
“You got a light?”
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“ i say he’s a friend from work - he’s not , i BARELY tolerate him . ”
@agcntwells
“Merchant Lord or no, if I hurt you, your father would take mine head, and put it on a pike.”
“Try angling a little higher.”
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@agcntwells sc
OZ GLANCED OVER HIS SHOULDER , VAN MOVING ACROSS THE HIGHWAY BEFORE HE SPOTTED HER CAR SITTING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD . the driver , a petite woman ( though probably taller than him regardless ) staring at the engine with a look of annoyance on her face . oz pulled up , cut the engine && got out . “ you need a hand ? ” he asked striding up towards her && looking down at the ... GOD , that wasn’t exactly a good thing he was seeing . he looked up at her for a moment . “ just crapped out ? ” he asked .
Forged
Books were always a solace for him. Years, near three decades of reading and self study--outside the shambles public school system--and he could pass as a relatively well educated man. He was extremely, excruciatingly educated in what it took to be the best most revered (feared?) right hand in any organized crime history. They made him into a monster. No, he allowed himself to be forged into this twisted blade made only for maximum brutality and damage.
One day a happenstance meeting changed all of that. He stopped by to get flowers for his mother in a small college town she lived in and the little clerk was so sweet, so adorable, and her smile beamed holes into his soul it was so bright. He wasn’t able to answer anything beyond her surface questions and he realized how steeped in violence and awful his life was. He left the weekend trip from his mother’s and drove the two hours back to his penthouse and felt so cold behind the bulletproof glass. He researched and bought a house in the same city, started fixing it up with subtle tech tricks with the intent of walking.
The price for his freedom was high, and there was the clause he would always be on retainer for his previous owner. Bratva never willingly let go of their people easily. He had helped Yuri climb though, paved the road of his success with bodies, cemented the mortar of his empire with the blood Nathaniel had spilled for him. They called him Chernobog, or the Dark God. He was feared and he felt hollow for it now.
Now, with his partial retirement well planned, he grinned as he stood across the street from the storefront he had just finished restoring. His pride and joy. His mother stood beside him and they squeezed hands. A bookstore, multi story and well lit from the two sides of windows on the corner front, across from the same flower shop that had saved his life. He wondered briefly if the same little woman worked there but he had other plans, like seeing to paperwork for the cafe and bistro he was opening next door. His mother suggested pairing with the local culinary school to host events there for the students to show off their talents. He had things to do, the opening day wasn’t for another two weeks, and there was still one more task he had to for his freedom.
Finally, the day of the grand opening he popped into the flower shop and wanted an arrangement for the front counter. He was thinking something soft, light and fragrant. The bell chimed and he took a deep breath of the riotous scents of the flowers.
“Good morning!” He called, half paying attention to the window, half to the flowers, not at all to the clerk of the actual store.
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me, celebrates return of @perezimovat
me, experiencing this return in full force on the dash, killing me with all bad shit because she’s satan
‘ DO HUMANS DELIBERATELY IGNORE ME OR SOMETHING ? ’ the doctor asked , rolling his eyes . ‘ is it the face . i feel like it’s the FACE . ’ he furrowed his brow && moved to follow liza as she walked away && directly towards the TARDIS . ‘ at least charlotte listened to me . sort of . ’
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