#illlicitaffair

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are jay and al still your otp? please confirm.

[klarsynt-arc]

@illlicitaffair​ // kristin said: “  what the fuck happened to you?  ”

          “  nothing.  ”

the word comes out a little too fast. a little more clipped than he intended. it isn’t as if he can really lie about it. not when his face is covered in dark bruises. there is a lot more beneath his sweater but given the way she is looking at his features, he has a feeling it would only make her reaction worse. it’s just a part of his job, however. there is nothing either of them can do to change that. so there is no point in focusing on it. it’s just another reminder of the difference between himself and normal citizens. everyone else just sees a sleeve. something they can discard when they get too battered. but he has one body and he has to live through this shit. he has to take it when his bones shatter and his flesh is marred. he is more likely to become all machine and synthetic before he’d have the privilege of seeing his body that way. 

jaw clenches and emil can’t help but avoid her gaze  “  it’s nothing, okay?  ”  she doesn’t look at him like everyone else does. and most days that’s a blessing. it’s the only thing that makes him feel a little human. but today...he can’t take it right now. pity. concern. whatever it is that’s in her eyes it makes him feel more vulnerable than he wants. voice is a mumble and he shrugs  “  lets just. focus on the case...please.  ”

[bayouroyalty-a]

@illlicitaffair​ liked for a starter

❛ Maybe next time you tell your little friends that if they don’t want broken hands they can start learning how to mind their own business.❜ She’s not here to pick a rift with any local werewolf pack (they are kids, and she is far more experienced and cunning than someone who hadn’t been born into the curse, than children). ❛ — You said you knew about them. About the Lebonairs. That’s why I’m here. I don’t care about terorrizing your town.❜ 

[neverpeace-archive]

@illlicitaffair // plottedish starter

They did it. Somehow. Daniel still wasn’t entirely sure why he’d been spared when the rest of his family had met an explosive ending. He knows some part of him should feel remorse. But it’s hard to when they were all monsters. How could he feel bad that it was all just over? Even his brother who he’d thought was spared from the madness that was their birthright had turned out to be just like them. That was the only thing he could really mourn. 

When they’re finally done with the police, Daniel comes to her side and wonders if she’ll forgive him for the role he played. For being born into that family at all. He wants her to. Not just because he loves her. But because he wants the time to make this up to her. To make this horrible night nothing more than a long lost memory. “Do you have somewhere to go?” He asks Grace before pulling out a pack of cigarettes, taking one for himself and holding the pack out to her in a wordless offer. “If not, you can come with me.”