#ichorveincd

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it’s been a long night, diego wanting nothing more than to simply sleep as he approaches the gym and reaches for his keys - only to note that the door’s already unlocked. eyebrows furrow slightly as he quietly makes his way inside, knife being drawn as he does so. al never fails to lock up before leaving for the night, leading diego to become on high alert as he walks through the dark building towards his makeshift room. why anyone would want to break into a gym, he hasn’t a clue, but that doesn’t stop him from being cautious. door to his room is ever so slightly pushed open and he finds himself clenching onto the handle of the knife tighter before he enters and immediately flicks on the lights whilst readying his knife. only for eyebrows to furrow once more upon noting he knows this intruder. to an extent, anyway. “ how the hell do you know where i live? ” he questions, but the answer doesn’t seem to matter the moment he notices the shape she’s in. knife is pocketed then as he approaches, kneeling at her side to get a better look at her. “ shit, why’d you come here with this? ” he grumbles a bit, irritation easily detected in his tone. even so, he throws off vest as he walks off to a cabinet to retrieve a first aid kit, their ‘relationship’ not even being considered as he returns to her side. all he seems to acknowledge is that she needs help.

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he doesn’t remember losing consciousness, but the burning remains, features contorted in the worst pain he’s ever experienced in his life. which is saying something considering his lifestyle. he can’t see out of his left eye, can’t manage even a brief moment without stabbing pain and yet worry is focused elsewhere. right eye blinks, vision appearing fuzzy briefly as it darts around in search of familiar face, sense of relief washing over him upon noting she’s not there. but then he hears her. before he ever sees her, he hears her and he can’t help the way his heart feels as though it’s been swallowed into the pit of his stomach. shit. hand blindly reaches to his side to grip at the hospital bed, brief thought of simply running crossing his mind until she comes into view. and he immediately adorns an expression similar to that of a kicked puppy. how many times had she had his brother in this very hospital - and now he’s brought the same dread, even if she manages a poker face when at work. he knows better. “ jules - i’m sorry. ”

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she giggles as she places her hands over jules’s own, doesn’t bother fighting so long as it means being with her. ❝ you don’t even know how that feels, ❞ she points out in amusement, blonde pulling herself away from jules upon making it through sea of people if only to lean against nearby wall and cup jules’s cheeks. ❝ wait, ❞ she muses, permanent smile stretched across her lips as she swipes the padding of her thumb against smooth skin. ❝ god, you’re so pretty. it’s so unfair, ❞ she nearly whines, smile vanishing for the first time that night if only to pout instead, one hand dropping if only to take hold of jules’s own. ❝ are you gonna stay the night with me? i need to be cuddled, juliette. ❞ 

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❝ rather it be the coffee that takes me out than giving you or the handler the satisfaction, ❞ he quips, smug looking smile crossing his lips before mug is lifted back up to them. he takes a quiet sip, can feel his hand shake as he does so, but he needs to stay awake, likely why feet pace back and forth in the kitchen lest he simply crash. he’ll insist it’s for his own safety if questioned, not that he has any amount of concern for ava being the newest addition to the handler’s wanted list. after all, if they find her, they find him. and his family. he hums around the mug as thought crosses his mind, swallowing the liquid in his mouth before it pulls the mug away from his lips to properly speak. ❝ your tracking chip - we need to get that out of you and somewhere far from here. ❞

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slurred words for jules b/c i'm dying for some science sis vibes

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

@ichorveincd

❝ Oh man, Jules jule julie jules    t-talk about, a beeaaauutiful    gal, that hair, those eyes- ooph.   Absolute..... genius   I am- I- I- I-.....step on me.   Thats uh that’s it. ❞

[piinkperfection]

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Omg thank you!!!! I stalk you so this means a whole lot <3

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@ichorveincd

            anastasia limps into the bar effortlessly, avoids bumping into any of a little more tipsy visitors. it’s not that late into the night but the bar is already full & PUMPING LIFE. she adds herself some confidence with the gun behind her belt, making her a little less vulnerable with her injuries. the whole place smells of ALCOHOL & ASH that have been deep fried in old oil. manoeuvring between the crowd, the woman slides into the seat besides her target.  ❛ not to BE A MEANIE & scratch at your daddy issues, kid... but i was wondering if you could help a gal out.  ❜ there was no reason not too be straightforward these days.

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@ichorveincd

 “ UNCLE BARRY ? ”  emerald eyes stare at the ground, at his own feet, and focuses intently on the scuffs in his sneakers. “ can i talk to you ? ” wally was never one to keep so quiet, but if he opens his mouth, he might throw up. and not because he ate too much. his actions are too out of character, as he mumbles his words and shies away from his favorite uncle. perhaps if iris were here, he’d feel more comfortable. she’d always been so understanding.