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[eyerevived]

In hindsight, Jack should’ve asked the guest inhabiting his body where they were going to meet Conquest before he let Death take control of his body. So he was a little panicked when he was given control of his body back only to find himself in a nice restaurant that he didn’t recognize at all. While he’s never been inside every single restaurant in New York City, he’s pretty sure this one he’s never passed by and look in through the window.

          “Okay, uh, Death? W-where are we?” Jack whispered under his breath as he looked at the corner booth he was seated at, immediately noticing the glass of iced tea in front of him and grabbed it. We are currently in Chicago-- “WE’RE WHERE?!”

He felt heat rush to his cheeks seconds after shouting and the brunet glanced around the restaurant to see every worker and patron in the room staring at him like he was crazy. Which, fair, Jack did look like he was talking to himself from their point of view. Quickly he took a sip of the iced tea that Death probably ordered for him and, with his free hand which was out of view from everyone else, he pulled out his cellphone and pressed it to his ear. Just had to act like he’d been on the phone the whole time, easy.

          “We’re in Chicago? Are you kidding me right now?” Jack hissed at the Horsemen while setting his glass down, he knew that trying to talk to the other mentally was shot after finding out where he was. “You said we were gonna meet Conquest, you could’ve at least warned me that we’d be leaving New York. Did you teleport me here?”

Calm yourself, young one. The magician couldn’t help but scoff a little and he heard a sigh. Yes, we’re in Chicago because Conquest is here. You didn’t honestly think that the others would be in the same state as you, did you? Jack pressed his lips in a thin line at that and felt a wave of amusement from the old entity. And yes, I used my power to bring us here. Worry not, young one. Conquest should be here soon so it shouldn’t be a long wait.

Jack didn’t roll his eyes but came close to it, Death’s been a lot nicer than he thought they’d be especially with all the questions he’s asked in the past few days. Death always answered them so he wouldn’t be too rude.

          “Okay, okay. Just... please warn me next time we hop to a different state?” Jack finally said before making like he was hanging up his phone and set it on the table in front of him. He leaned back his seat and glanced around the restaurant hoping to see Conquest, whoever that was, coming towards them. ‘Uh, how am I suppose to know when Conquest is here?’

You’ll know when you see them. Just great.

[onlydanciing]

👶 - Henley

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Henley grinned at her daughter as she shuffled into the living room, a drawing clutched in her hand.

“Whatcha got there, Em?” she asked, sliding off the sofa and onto the ground where she would closer to the little girl’s eye level. “Wanna show me?” Emily only nodded at first as she placed the paper delicately onto the coffee table, looking to her mother for approval. Henley’s smile only grew wider.

“Now this is beautiful. You wanna tell me about it?” The redhaired woman held out an arm, and Emily’s expression brightened immediately. She tucked herself into Henley’s side and Henley reached up to ruffle her daughter’s curls. 

“Okay,” the little girl begins, pride evident in her eyes. “This is you, and that’s me, and that’s Daddy.” She points out three little figures, each with orange, yellow (how her baby wound up blonde, Henley will never understand), and brown hair, respectively. 

“We look fantastic,” Henley chirped. This made Emily grin as she continued.

“And over there is Uncle Merritt,” she pointed to an appropriately bald and egg-shaped head. “And this is Uncle Jack and Uncle Dylan and Auntie Lula.” The people all had very similar faces, consisting of two dots for eyes, a dash for a nose, and a big smile. Henley was certain it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“Well, I think this is just fantastic,” she turned and beamed at her daughter. “You wanna come put this up on the fridge with me?” Emily nodded vigorously, and sped ahead of Henley into the kitchen, drawing in tow.

She wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the magnets, so Henley scooped her up and helped her stick a magnet on each corner.

“I am so excited to show everyone our brand new artwork. I bet you’re going to be drowning in requests for portraits.” The little girl giggled and Henley pressed a big kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “Have you showed Daddy yet?”

“No,” she answered bashfully.

“He’s in for quite a treat, then.” With Emily settled against her hip, Henley began walking towards Danny’s office upstairs.

“Daniel Fleischmann, your daughter just gifted us with the next Mona Lisa!”

[recklessrosegone]

Lilli's impulsivity is often clouded by her recklessness, or simply by the fact that SOMEHOW, her actions ( almost ) always seem to work out for the best, and in hindsight, any impulsive actions get relabelled as QUICK THINKING, be that under pressure or just for the sake of fun. She's feeling that itch now, the need to do something, ANYTHING, as she stares at the ceiling. Sleep had come quickly enough, but so had the nightmares, which left her with an unsettled feeling in her chest.

Blink. Lilli sits up as she realises what she needs — WHO she needs. She's not smiling yet, but she will be.

For the amount of sleep she's had ( or HASN'T had ), she looks far more put together than she had any right to, but that's a Lilliana Rose THING. She doesn't often get to wear outfits like this: while her leather jacket is a staple to certain looks, the heeled boots, too, she ordinarily DOESN'T pull on her leather trousers, not with the cross-strapped crop-top anyway. They're more for style than function, they would only do the minimum to protect her if she came off her bike, but this morning ( disgustingly early, closer to LATE — 2:30 ), she wasn't focused on safety. Lilli wanted FUN, and Lilli needed it with Danny specifically. If she knew ANYTHING about J Daniel Atlas, it was likely that HE needed it, too, regardless if he could admit it.

Her mind is wonderfully clear on the ride over, the decision of where they're going to go something of a cliche, but wouldn't change the fact that they're going to have a great time, and it's only as she knocks sharply on his door that she realises she probably should have called, or at least texted before she made her way over.

"Danny, you're not asleep, I know you're not. We have to GO, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Her naturally powerful voice carried, and if he WAS asleep, coupled with the loud rapping at the door, he wouldn't be for much longer. Lilli is doing her best not to sound impatient.

🌹┊❛ @eyetraitor  — plotted starter.

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@eyetraitor continued from here!

abby immediately backs up at the sharp words , not at all used to them coming from danny. it scares her , he sounds like their father and she doesn’t like, doesn’t like it at all. she’d just wanted to show him that she had learned the card trick , his favorite one , she’d been practicing really hard and had nearly , finally , perfected it and the ten-year-old had been quite proud of herself. 

but now , that’s changed , and she reverts back into the quiet, much less talkative, much less bubbly, girl she became when their father is yelling , or just , when she is around their father period. she slowly begins to make her way back out of the room , and even though danny’s expression has changed and his next words aren’t as harsh , she still feels like he’s mad at her.

         “ i’m sorry, i’ll just go back to my room. i didn’t mean to bother you, i’m sorry. i’ll leave you alone now. ”

[equivoquexfinale]

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Dylan once took the Horsemen out for rollerskating after hours at a nearby rink. They all thoroughly enjoyed the experience. They were all surprised at Merritt’s rollerskating abilities. At some point Lula and Jack sneaked off into the kitchen to snack on some leftover pretzels and stale fries before hitting the arcade. Daniel spent quite a bit of time finding the right songs to play over the speakers and beat the current high score on Deal or No Deal at the arcade. Dylan didn’t have much experience with rollerskating, and came back home with bruises in places he didn’t even’t know was possible. At the end of the night, they grabbed some late-night grub at a small pizza and wings shop and crashed at Dylan’s place.

[equivoquexfinale]

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The two found themselves in a hipster-esque bookstore in the heart of Manhattan. Dylan wanted to search for any new published books about magic and its history. He hoped to find some time to browse through each book in search of inspiration for upcoming magic tricks and illusions for future missions regarding The Eye. 

After Thaddeus Bradley’s suggestion of finding a successor, Dylan only had one name in mind– none other than J. Daniel Atlas. He more than proved his worth and leadership ability in Macau, and Dylan wanted to test Danny’s capabilities. He believed that taking Danny to the bookstore with him would be a perfect stepping stone down that path.

The ex-agent paused in his examination of books on the shelf to glance towards Danny’s direction. “Find anything of interest?”

[recklessrosegone]

This kept happening. Not this specifically, this is definitely the first time this question has been mentioned. But THIS, the getting drunk, hooking up, letting the chinks in the armour show enough to reveal some vulnerability. So as she considers his question, she can't see much point in answering DISHONESTLY. Even if he'd asked the question while they were both stone cold sober, Lilli probably would have answered with minimal evasion.

Before she met Danny, sure, Dylan had played a part in a couple of fantasies, but really, with Lilli, who HADN'T? AFTER having met Danny, even before they'd started sleeping together, SURE, SHE'D THOUGHT ABOUT A THREESOME WITH DYLAN.

"If this is your way of saying you want to see if he'd like to join us..." It's not an evasion, instead, it was more a way of leading up to the answer. They weren't DATING, she didn't owe him faithfulness. But that doesn't change the fact that recently, Lilli HADN'T been sleeping with anyone else. It didn't mean anything, not really, but it did pose a question Lilli left UNASKED. "I've thought about it."

Lilli leans in and presses a lingering and slightly sloppy kiss to Danny's lips, and when she speaks, she lets her tone carry implication. "I've thought about a lot of things with you, though."

🌹 ┊❛ @eyetraitor — cont. 

[voidcrowns]

            “  mexico. i’m leaving in forty.  ”     whatever time danny had expected, that had to be less---dylan could safely presume, because it was definitely less for him. he sits on the edge of the bed, body as much turned towards danny as it bends without pain, phone still hanging half-forgotten off his hand. the idea of leaving danny  ( of more phone calls with him at ridiculous hours that don’t really work for either of them but is still the best they can do because he wants to hear danny’s voice somehow ) doesn’t appeal to him at all: what he wants, currently, above all, is to lie back next to the younger man and fucking stay there until noon. instead, he has to go, and keep making himself believe he’s not hurting a loved one in the process.

             there’s an option to this---that’s not it, not with a thirty-nine and a half minute time limit that includes dressing up and making himself presentable---and he wishes there wasn’t a rush to the first time he says this.  ( but there always will be, won’t there? )  a hand comes to touch danny’s face, almost absent-mindedly, to memorise the texture of his skin and the shape of his face before he needs to step out of this rose-coloured haze and start getting ready.     “  you could come with me.  ”     a pause he immediately wishes he hadn’t taken before giving the price for it.     “  not as YOU---not as a horseman. as someone who might take my place one day.  ”

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