FMK: Dedalus, Apolline, Eileen
FUCK: Eileen. ( minnie’s into dark hair, pass it on. )MARRY: Apolline. ( sad mom and widow duo, it’ll be a fuckin match )KILL: Dedalus ( it’s his face. )
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FMK: Dedalus, Apolline, Eileen
FUCK: Eileen. ( minnie’s into dark hair, pass it on. )MARRY: Apolline. ( sad mom and widow duo, it’ll be a fuckin match )KILL: Dedalus ( it’s his face. )
@eileenxprince; @labetebelle; @dcdalusdiggle
@labetebelle Apolline Delacour’s Home January 23rd, 1979 Night.
“Easy does it, Jacky-boy.”
Two more steps and he could happily dump Handsome Jack (an ironically given nickname around their parts) on her doorstep and be on his merry way, safe in the knowledge he’d satisfied the code in finding his liberally bleeding compatriot proper medical attention, but the decidedly intimate two-step they’d been engaged in as he tried to haul the man up the path to Apolline Delacour’s house had slowed down the process considerably. He’d barely made it through the gate before bloodloss had finally kicked in and the hold he’d currently wrangled himself into to keep the man from falling looked considerably more like a heated embrace.
For the code.
“OI!” The time of night did not register to either Mundungus or the volume of his voice, nor did the soft glow of light that flickered on behind the front door, “Can I get a little help here?”