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something wasn’t right, and the last time fetch had such a nagging feeling in the back of her skull; she was drugged. it’s something she wouldn’t put past dusan and his buddies in the umeni-zulu either. however the sight she sees, it’s... it’s something surprising, and extremely worrisome. it’s wrench, without his mask. he’s bruised and looks defeated. ( shit. ) ❛ h - hey, what happened? ❜

#emxte #—— fly through the night ; doesn't matter where you go ❪ i. ❫

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❛ i’ve seen you at five protests, ❜ sitara remarks as the masked male makes his way over to her once more. she’ll give him credit, he’s adamant and horatio already said it was up to her to bring him on. people seem to like him, even if he is outlandish as all hell and might do the brand more harm than good. she watches him for a few moments, inspecting him. ❛ wanna grab a coffee? ❜

#emxte #( i. ) the dawn of dedsec

emxte replied to your post “ ‘ – … I NEVER want to hear complaints of how old Adam is ...”

' ... but he's older than the planet itself. '

‘ He’s in his thirties!’

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one of the few perks of being a conduit is that your hangover is nonexistent. not like it should be. a surprising fact considering she still has that mark wrench left last night. she’s not in last night’s outfit surprisingly, but she hasn’t quite gotten changed into her usual garb. her hair’s... down for once, and it’s almost easy to forget that she’s a conduit. at that moment, she just looks like a normal person. a normal person with neon pink hair, sure, but... it’s a nice change. it’ll never last though. she notices wrench finally stirring from his sleep, and makes sure to put coffee down on the table. she resists the urge to make a snarky remark about sleeping beauty, and instead goes the decent person route of chinese food and tylenol. when she sits down next to him, she feels those vivid blue eyes of his on her and she keeps the glowing to an absolute minimal. sitting cross legged with chinese food in her lap, she takes a bite in order not to answer any questions he’s going to... oh. there it is. a small laugh slips from her lips, ❛ i guess so. ❜

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#emxte #—— fly through the night ; doesn't matter where you go ❪ i. ❫

@emxte ; continued.

❛ ...why? ❜

#emxte #—— fly through the night ; doesn't matter where you go ❪ i. ❫

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8. Dying kiss

“W-well… This is a bit shit, huh?”

It’s spat between ragged breaths, head hanging forward as tears skewed her vision, trailing down her cheeks to bead off her chin with the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Pulling her head back to rest against the wall was harder than she had expected, cheeks puffing as she shifted in her place, soft curse passing bloodied lips.No mask.The one and only time she would get to see him without it. The dead don’t tell tales, right? He was cute, the messy hair and pale eyes played to be quite the combo, and she found her breath catching in her throat at the thought that this was the end of the line. Crumbled in an abandoned building, one person by her side as she bled out.

“Wrench… I d-don’t want to go.”

She can feel the strain of speaking now, hand weakly clutching at her own bloodied chest, heavy lids occasionally flickering shut. The wounds themselves had become painfully numb, and she was sure that if she made an attempt to stand, it was bound to fail, legs cool and frozen bar the occasional jerk. Too fast for her own comfort and terrified.With a slight shake, she did her best to lean towards him, a seemingly 'half-assed' attempt (so to speak) at kissing his cheek, blood smearing across his pale skin before her head settled on his shoulder. On any other day, she would have complained about the pain of the studs, pull away or lash out to get him to back away. Now? Now she didn't want to let him go, small wheezes slowly starting to die down, exhaustion finally taking over.

"I love yo-you... so much. P-please don't leave me alone."

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