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"It's my fault, I was a wreck."

A firm shake of the head as her hands reach to hold his.“We went over this, Wilson. You didn’t cause this.”

❛ I feel like someone’s watching us. ❜

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‘ right. like any number of your lackeys. ’

she knows that he’s a dangerous man, and perhaps it’s stupidity, or bravery, or simply feeling as though she’s at the end of her metaphorical rope that has karen speaking so boldly to him. regardless of the reason, or the consequences, she doesn’t hesitate before the words are nearly spat back at him. it’s only afterward that she bites her lip as though momentarily chastising herself for the response. a shaky hand rises to run through her hair and her eyes fall down to her feet for no more than moments before rising back up to his.

‘ if not —- who else knows this place ? ’

she secretly hopes the answer comes in the form of the devil.

#coldmetalandfear #▶| sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀɪᴀʟ ᴅᴜᴛɪᴇs ( answered )#*shrug emoji*#maybe he took her somewhere #maybe she went to question someone about something and he ended up being there #who knows!

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

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♦ || Ifthere could be a time when Hell's Kitchen could be consideredbeautiful it would be at night. Take out the scum of the low livesbelow—ignore them they don't exist in this moment—take out thenoise of traffic, the sound of voices blocked by the double glazedglass of the penthouse windows. Lights flickered off in the distance'neath the starry sky and the moon which bore silver light down uponthe thick murk of darkness that seemed to shroud the city. It wasthick and like a living shadow, hiding all the rats and disease thatwas polluting the canvas in which Fisk would build the world anew.

Itwould be the same moon which gave her light to the new, when theirwork was done and when Fisk had realized his dream. Nothing wouldlurk in the shadows, no masked vigilantes skulking about and causinghavoc in this perfect city of Fisk's.

Wesleyhad yet to look out the window, pen scratching away at some importantforms for Fisk to sign and yet when his employer's—hisfriend's—voicereached his ears it was enough to cause him to pause. Pen was setdown upon the table with a light click and papers shuffled to belooked at later. There was always work to be done but Wesley knewwhen it was also time to put it aside. The silence of the room wasbroken by the sound of a chair scraping back lightly as Wesley stoodand it was a few casual steps up to Fisk's side to glance out thewindow with him.