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@longl1ve texted luc : are you awake?

[ 📲 : rosie ] i am

[ 📲 : rosie ] though minus points for lack of originality, princess 😉

[ 📲 : rosie ] how may i service you this evening?

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@longl1ve plotted !

the inn that they were staying at was second best in comfort only to highgarden itself. but she had stayed in so few a place that maybe this didn't speak for much. the breakfast laid before her was better than they'd had on the road also. perhaps that was due to how close they were to home. mina was sat with the other ladies in waiting, while her mistress slept in. she'd make sure to pack a few things for the road so that no one had to deal with a hungry margaery.

they were halfway through eating when some new people entered the dining area. deep brown doe eyes flicker upwards towards them. the man who entered at the forefront was surely handsome. his icy blue gaze met hers and she averted promptly from it. but, of course, he picks a table near. the other ladies start tittering and hiding behind their glasses of tea. mina is the only one who sits silently, delicately eating her food, all the while very aware of the men gazing at them. it was classic wartime behavior. the men had no time to indulge and the ladies were therefore uncourted. she had never dreamed of that type of life. figuring that beyond when margaery's kindness ( or whimsical nature of picking a bastard girl child to be in her court ) faded, she would likely study some type of medicine and become a nursemaid. or whatever other prospects presented themselves to her.

finally, she grows tired of the gaze prickling her neck, mina turns a bit abruptly in her chair to confront it. ❝ if you have something to say — ❞ only to find that the main man leading the pack of them had not been the one staring so hard. it was some other. ❝ my apologies, i thought ... ❞ well, it was obvious what she was implying. her head dipped, unsure of his station and wanting to show what little courtesy she could while sitting.

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flynn eyes the strange woman, taking a few -- well, several -- steps back until his back hits the wall. ❛ i- ❜ what is there to say? hey, lady, i think you got me confused with someone else? not only would he never actually say that, she did get his name, date of birth, embarrassing first kiss, and even more embarrassing first relationship right. she also seemed very sure of herself and was carrying a gun, so maybe, less is more. less doesn't make people annoyed. less doesn't confuse people. less doesn't get him shot in the face in his childhood bedroom.

❛ sure. ❜

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[murkyhazed]

@longl1ve said: ❛  i’m afraid of falling in love and getting hurt.  ❜ liv for elliot!

               in   a   way   it’s   funny.      they   go   out   every   day   on   the   job   with   the   risk   of   not   making   it   back.      they   face   guns,   knives,   all   types   of   danger   yet   they   still   go   out   there   regardless   of   the   risks.      something   as   simple   as   heartbreak   scaring   her?      it   sounds   silly,   but   elliot   knows   all   too   well   how   damaging   lost   love   can   be.      he   knows   he   wasn’t   the   most   present   husband   or   father,   and   realistically   he   should   have   seen   it   coming,   but   he   hadn’t.      when   kathy   left,   elliot   felt   blindsided.      he   also   felt   crushed,   like   his   entire   world   shattered   before   him.      even   now   he   was   still   picking   up   the   pieces,   still   hadn’t   signed   the   divorce   papers   because   the   idea   that   such   a   big   part   of   his   life   was   over?      it   just   felt   like   signing   those   papers   was   the   final   nail   in   the   coffin.      he   wasn’t   ready   to   fully   lose   his   family,   even   if   he’d   lost   them   ages   ago.

               elliot   had   also   started   developing   feelings   for   someone   else,   someone   that   he   really   shouldn’t.      forming   that   kind   of   connection   would   make   him   a   terrible   partner   in   the   field.      he   would   lose   the   ability   to   be   objective,   to   focus   on   things.      if   he   gave   into   that,   he’d   hesitate   on   whether   to   save   the   victim   or   his   partner.      even   a   second   of   hesitation   could   be   fatal,   and   that   was   something   he   was   too   afraid   to   deal   with.      ❝   you   know,   when   i   was   with   kathy,   i   still   had   that   worry   that   something   would   happen   to   her   or   my   kids   because   of   this   job.      i   still   have   that   fear,   and   i   don’t   think   it   will   ever   go   away.      love   is   such   a   complex   thing,   and   being   afraid   of   it   is   completely   valid.      it’s   funny   though…      we   go   after   some   the   worst   scum   on   the   earth,   face   the   most   violent   criminals…      and   we’re   more   afraid   of   relationships?      aren’t   we   a   pair.   ❞

[murkyhazed]

@longl1ve said: how can i help you? liv for elliot!

               there   wasn’t   anything   she   could   do   to   help   him.      or   maybe   a   more   accurate   statement   was   he   didn’t   want   her   to   try   and   help   him.      elliot   sees   it   as   a   weakness,   he   can’t   stand   the   thought   of   actually   needing   help.      that’s   what   george   had   tried   to   do,   had   started   talking   to   him   and   trying   to   ask   those   damn   questions.      he’d   been   trying   to   analyze   him,   and   elliot   was   not   interested.      cragen   had   told   him   to   walk,   and   knowing   a   lot   worse   would   happen   if   he   didn’t   comply,   that’s   what   he   did.      elliot   took   off   from   the   precinct   and   down   to   a   bar   not   far.      there   was   no   alcohol   in   his   drink   though,   because   despite   the   rising   anger   he’d   felt   from   having   to   let   the   son   of   a   bitch   go,   he   wasn’t   willing   to   walk   away   from   this   case   yet.      he   needed   a   sober   mind   to   keep   going.

               ❝   you   know   he   did   it,   he   brutally   tortured   those   girls   and   he   gets   to   walk.      sometimes   the   justice   system   is   bullshit,   liv.      how   can   a   judge   say   all   of   that   evidence   is   out?      they   just   let   a   rapist   go   free   and   they   don’t   even   care!   ❞      his   voice   was   getting   raised   again,   his   hands   clenched   into   tight   fists   as   he   tried   to   bring   his   anger   down.      olivia   had   to   understand   his   frustrations,   right?      ❝   you   know   those   girls   were   the   same   age   as   maureen?   ❞      of   course   she   knew.      liv   knew   every   detail   about   this   case   just   like   elliot   did.      ❝   i   can’t   stop   picturing   it   being   her…      and   it   just…   ❞      he   trails   off   with   a   sigh.      it   makes   him   want   to   find   that   son   of   a   bitch   and   kill   him,   but   he   knows   better   than   to   say   that.      even   if   it   is   to   olivia,   it   could   somehow   bite   him   in   the   ass   later   and   he   doesn’t   need   that   on   top   of   everything   else.

[stolenfates]

i'd say somewhere between cottage cat and bookstore cat !!

🐱 MUNDAY MEME; WHAT KIND OF CAT IS THE MUN? 🐱

🌸 The Cottage Cat - Soft vibes only. Forest-core. Bakes bread, wears oversized jumpers, and is emotionally devastating in threads. / 📚 The Bookstore Cat - Wise and chill. Knows your muse’s trauma before you do. Would live in a coffee-scented library if they could.

Ohh, interesting! Thank you! 🥺

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it’s nobody’s business but ours. marlowe for lassie! @longl1ve

"yes, but you don't know spencer like i do. he'll make it his business, and then i won't stop hearing about it for a month."