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[crookedcrowns]

@decimcted​

He was not going to give Samael the satisfaction in his bullshit, he really wasn’t. He knew better than to add gasoline to the flame that was already licking at their feet, figuratively, but he was never entirely sure the literal sense wouldn’t follow like a lamb to slaughter. A finally turned around, a single pivot, broad shoulders flexing as he spoke with the accent, the one that seemed more ancient than specific, an offset of his age, naturally. “Are you fucking serious?” He asked finally, rhetorical question, trying to keep himself from laughing, bitterly, and mostly because it was utterly ridiculous - something he’d come to expect in this instance. “Two people are dead because you wanted a copy of the 1999 Tiger-fucking-beat, my guy?” 

[nyctcphiliacs]

@decimcted​ wanted a starter from Dahlia​

“Is there a reason you’re lurking over there or do you just insist on ruining my nap?” 

[brvisedmorality]

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Separation was never something that had been a part of the plan. Leaving, he’d never been a part of the plan. The problem was, that when Wesley was faced with the very real probability that the choice was save himself or her, it would always be her. She was the closest thing to love he would ever be lucky enough to touch, a blessing and a curse considering that also made her the easiest to shift into, when you look back on it. It took longer than it should have for them to realize that he might have looked like who they wanted, but they ended up with the wrong one.

This explained why, after enough time and enough breaking, and reforming of bones, he’d returned. Door opened without permission, but shoulder stayed planted with a surprisingly easy air, right in the doorway. “Surprise.”

[brvisedmorality]

@decimcted​

Royalty was never all it was cracked up to be, and especially not in these conditions. That only meant that the unforgiving nature that most had painted them with was just another tool to paint don’t fuck with me on the walls with. This explained why the knife had been in play since the moment that they had entered the chambers. No need for pause, or overdramatics, but damn if they didn’t enjoy the way this proved an unspoken point. A breath is taken, and a sigh follows, almost like it’s boring them, before stepping up, one single, quick motion as arm slips up them, blade directed at just the right spot and held there, biting into the skin like the threat it was. “I think there might be something you’ve forgotten to share.”

[deliirious]

Max couldn’t bring himself to feel bad as he waltzed into her office since she’d been holed up in there since the morning. He did feel a little bad about draping himself across the armchair in the corner that was really more for decoration and less for sitting, if only because it wasn’t very comfortable. He could even feel a little bad about rolling his eyes as he waited for her to finish her phone call but that didn’t stop him from groaning loudly when she finally hung up. “It’s been hours. And your little assistant really tried to shoo me away when I told her I was coming in and she couldn’t stop me! Am I going to have to make an appointment just to see you during the day now?” he asked dramatically.

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