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“I put my own shot into the gun,” Dove said. “Iron and silver shavings. A bit of something for both vampires and Fae.” Leech ran a clawed hand across Buzz’s collarbone. Scarlet blood leaked from his mouth. Benji stepped closer to him. He removed his hat and cocked his head. “I think what my wife is saying,” he said softly. “Is she’ll happily heal Buzz. All she asks for is a thank you.”

Realized Buzz would not be wearing a shirt in this scene (his wings!!) and the edit makes this even more sad and pathetic for Leech

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damnit. all this leech brainrot and i could've posted about him for mermay

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“He proposed to her,” he said, throwing his head back and rubbing his eyes. Melted snow and sleet seeped into the couch. “He did what?” That came from both Leech and Dove. Buzz hovered near Benji’s empty armchair with a dark look. “He fuckin’ proposed to her without me?” Leech continued. “And with you in his entourage?”

Most codependent mans ever

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Denial ain't just a river in Egypt

“I don’t spill without a good fuckin’ reason, Dovey.” “And could that ‘good fuckin’ reason’ be you were drunk and whining about me and my husband?” Leech clamped his lips together and stared at the steps. “I won’t lie to ya, Dovey, I’ve had some — let’s say hazy nights,” he finally said. “But I wouldn’t spill Mr. Shark’s secrets, not without a real good fuckin’ reason.” “You were perfectly fine sharing his secrets over an outrageously-expensive dinner with us.” Leech’s head shot up. He snapped his teeth at her. “Yeah, well, I owed you, didn’t I?” he asked. “And that was for a pretty crème de la crème reason, don’t ya think?” Dove raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ve got my brains, but Buzz is Mr. Shark’s top muscle,” he went on. “Couldn’t afford to lose him.” “I thought Fae folk couldn’t lie.” “What part of anything I just said was a lie?”

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just realized what leech's description of his last interaction with a witch ("I was young. She took something from me that's hard to give back, and I rewarded her greatly for her services.") could be interpreted as and I am living for it

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Happy STS! I hope you’ve had a good week :) What is something about your WIP that’s either on your mind lately or that you wish more people would ask you about?

Hello Cap'n and happy STS! My week's been ... weird? But okay? Hoping yours was good!

I've moved on from writing but not from obsessing over The Friendly Visitors, and especially over Buzz and Leech, my two dumbass vampire and Fae henchmen. They're technically not the main characters, but Leech is just so grimy and terrible and very fun to write for that reason, and Buzz is just so loyal to him it's great.

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Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by @winterandwords ❄️

Saving Something Wicked for NaNo and throwing myself into The Friendly Visitors this month so here's the last seven lines of that:

Leech rolled over, ignoring the sting of iron nails still scattered on the floor. He clenched his fist and felt it then. It was no wonder the air was so damp, being so close. Slowly, as the ceiling drip-dripped, water pooled from under the wall. He turned his head and drank. He sucked cool water through his many rows of teeth, his gill openings, down his throat and felt it start to heal. He tasted remnants of the old slaughterhouse the water had passed through, but even stronger was the taste of lakebed minerals and algae, the traces of fish and other creatures charting routes along the currents, and — it hurt him to admit — at least one Fae creature who’d lived there.

Leaving an open tag on this one

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they're basically already married

The pistol fired again.

“Buzzy, you won’t believe it, I shot off his hat!”

Buzz released the still-gasping man’s throat and glanced at Leech. Overalls Two was on the floor, crawling backward from Leech.

~

“You’re Russian?”

Leech was fully awake now.

Buzz nodded. Leech frowned.

“Why didn’t ya tell me?”

“Didn’t think it was important,” he said. He really didn’t.

Leech stared at his knees like they had personally wronged him.

“Well I could, I don’t know, get you — tea, or somethin’,” he said. “What do Russians like?”

“Don’t drink tea much, anymore,” he said, because he really didn’t.

“Huh,” Leech said.