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she asks, how can you live with that? and he answers, by saving your life.
THE PHELPS’ HOUSE, 6:22 PM. @eydetik. seven minutes before christopher phelps picks up @kheen at the main road and suggests he stay at their house for a couple of nights.
eyes trace the ornamental paintings drawn across the mug’s pearly surface : there’s a certain frumpiness to them, that pre-loved chic of finding unexpected treasures on junk markets somewhere abroad, and while emily attempts to appear blasé towards his sudden and unannounced visitation, it’s incalculable if the attention pulled towards the tableware is genuine or a subtle act of intimidation. raymond purses his lips and sets the mug down with a clink. “ i see you’ve gotten your hands on the painting you were talking about last time we met. ” it’s a sober observation, curiously placed in the middle of a silent conversation ; he doesn’t even look in the direction of the living room where he’s caught sight of it upon arrival. gaze is dragged upward slowly, piercing emily with hard, blue eyes. “ you have an impressive gift for data acquisition, emily. i’ve seen how agile you are the moment you’re behind a computer screen ―― i might have exhausted your patience already by pulling you into this… situation with elsbeth hughes, and you did a remarkable job of confirming my speculations, which i am extremely thankful for. but what i’m going to ask you to do is even bigger than the low-intensity conflict between several drug trafficking syndicates. you’ll be a hero. you’d make you dad very, very proud. ”
how's the footjob fetish going?
the fact that nobody except you, @eydetik, @wigant, and me will understand this joke and instead it will look like i have a foot fetish is. block worthy. ur no longer my brother icb this
for @kheen !
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
“jesus christ,“ a hand slapped onto her chest, eyes widening for a second before focusing them on tom who was sitting in the corner of the dark living room. there was something about the phelps brothers and the extremely easy way they had of making her jump out of her socks without trying. it was 4am and really? when things like this happened, like jacob showing up beat up and bruised, it was hard for her to sleep. her brain went 100 miles a minute on a good day, but knowing that there was someone coming after him and that there was nothing she could do about it? that was harder to accept than most other things...and there were a lot of other hard things she had to accept after meeting them so many years ago.
“seems like i’m not the only one,” she pulled herself into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of her water. after nuzzling herself into the living room couch, there was an exhausted sigh. “you want the truth?” she couldn’t remember the last time she lied to jacob, let alone if she really ever had. “i worry about you,” a quick sip of water, “i worry about both of you. i always have.”
MEME : TOM KEEN ( is there something i should know? )
maybe the voices in her head were right all along. this life, this job, it will destroy you. it has gotten under her skin. broken, scattered. heart turns into steel and yet . . . she refuses to give up. still fighting to do right. to protect, to save people. the little girl she saved today was just another reminder how important this job can be. she’s seen it all : murderers, monsters, hideous creatures. the world is not a good place. but she knows, feels it within her bones, she’s willing to sacrifice it all - because she can, and will, make a difference. the sound of his voice echoes around, a little smile approaching her features, giving her head a little shake. she seems off, distracted - out of this world, almost. even if elizabeth wanted, she could never pretend with him. ‘’ it’s just . . . work. ‘’ words escapes her, eyes full of exhaustion finding his, hoping he wouldn’t ask her any more questions. ‘’ how was your day? i tried calling you this morning but you didn’t pick up. ‘’ she knows, feels it too, the distance between them. she feels tensed, the trust seems gone - a bridge between the two of them. she hates it. ‘’ everything alright? ‘’
oh they in luv.....
we’re asking emily rhodes . the fall of the cabal ( 1.5k words ) , or: raymond being a jealous, aggressive, and abusive piece of shit ♡
one liner . @kheen
“ you know, i really ought to buy bill a good dalwhinnie. this... this is hilarious, i’m impressed. ”