#fiftyonekills

[xaviersblogforgiftedyoungsters]

(Can I just say how much I miss you. I know I ruined everything but you were a wonderful partner, you wrote far better than I ever could and I never deserved you. I just wish I could speak to you one more time.)

I’m going to assume that I know who this is from, and I’m honestly kind of baffled about how it got sent to this blog. Given that it’s an anon message and I have a saved theme up, I really don’t know how it got sent at all. But I’m going to put this out there with the tag of the blog I knew you from, just in case it’s you. And I guess the point is, you’ve always known where to find me. I told you that when I left. And I don’t know if it’s a good idea anymore, but if you want to talk to me then just do it. Find me on skype or come into my real ask (http://tohsaccharin.tumblr.com/ask) and please stop wandering into my life long enough to make me worry about you and leaving again again.

If I’m wrong about who you are then I really don’t know who else you’d be, but either way if you have something to say then you ought to know you can say it.

[daddyissuesandadog--archive]

[ fiftyonekills, baby. c; hehe. ]

[ Funny how we always get you twice, on anon and actually from you. ]

It's a conspiracy.

[ No it's not, rude koala. Erin I adore you and I love your Mako. It always makes me happy to see you on the dash and I love being able to write with someone so talented and wonderful. You just warm my damn heart down to the cockles. ]

You said 'cockles.' 

[ Shitass. ]

Look, sweetheart, I miss Mako and I miss you. You're ... comforting. You're family. 'Come back when you can', yeah? To the two of you.

[andnowwewakeup]

fiftyonekills replied to your post: "Hello, wanderer." "Come have a drink with me?"

“…—I do not drink.”

"...you don't? I usually wheeze and pass out if I go more than a full day. Which I did. Once."

[cranecranegoaway]

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das a lot of ✖s

[raleighlistentome-blog]

It takes him a moment to recognize her--dark hair, a blue frame curling around her strong face, and slight, but capable build. He'd only ever seen her as a blip on the news, a black and white image printed beneath the bold of a newspaper headline. Seeing a person face to face always put to rest the assumptions he made prior to meeting them.

    And in the flesh, you can bet she was prettier.

           --"You must be Ms. Mori."

[daddyissuesandadog--archive]

"Well, I guess we are right under the mistletoe..."

He looked up, surprised. Who the fuck hung mistletoe on the 'Dome? Sadists? Idiots? It was like they were mocking him -- he walked a lot of places with his dog and his dad and -- fuck. At least it was Mako who had noticed it.

"Sure are," he laughed, a little nervously. He elbowed her gently, teasing. "Looks like you're getting Straya smooches, Mori."

He leaned down to press his lips to hers -- just for a second, light and dry and as friendly as humanly possible. God knows he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, didn't want to put a lot of things he had never said into a kiss under a stupid mistletoe. Not with half the Mess watching.

"Happy Christmas, Mako," he said, grinning crookedly and squeezing her hand gently.

one is on her left arm—you can guess the reason for that—beneath the joint of her elbow. inside of her arm, of course. it's gipsy danger's logo. very simple, black and blue and red, of course. and beneath, in military script (i only say military because courier new/typewriter font reminds me of it so they're interchangeable to me), there are three dates in roman numerals. the first is onibaba's attack (the day she lost and gained family, the day her entire life changed, etc.), the second is the day she met raleigh, and the last is the day the breach was closed.

[neverthoughtaboutthefuture]

Headcanon: First tattoo.

OOC; Basically her wish is my command.

[daddyissuesandadog--archive]

"We cannot share a scarf! What do you think you are doing?!"

"It's oversized, Mako, calm down."

He winds the huge grey scarf around her neck, tucking the edges into the collar over her jacket. Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he tugs her in close. "Now I'm not gonna lose ya, yeah?"