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He’d thought he’d reached the end of his limits when he lost Sam. Thought he’d felt the worst agony imaginable, thought he’d never be in such agony as he was when he lost his son. And he was right in a way. This, this was so much worse. This was his fault, and he knew it. Despite any protests Sophie may have made to the contrary, he knew this was his fault. He’d dragged his crew into a job with a personal vendetta and life had responded by killing off the three members he’d started to consider his kids.

Life was pain indeed. He downs another shot of whiskey before a bitter smile graces his face, glancing to the corner of the shadowy bar. “ Sophie I know you’re there. “

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He’s been standing at the corner of 9th and Alter for fifteen minutes. Staring blanking at the printed up map and directions in his hand. How could he be this lost? He’d followed every step to the letter, but some how he’d ended up outside a pub verses outside the theatre he’s trying to get too. His mother’s favorite play is going to be performed next month and he wants to buy her and his aunt tickets as a surprise. But at this rate it’ll be next month before he gets there and...

A wrist taps out an annoyed beat against his temple, as he continues to stare at the paper. Turning it one way and then the other. Looking up now and then. There are times he really wishes he could afford a fancier phone that had maps and GPS, but the one he has does what he normally needs it too so there’s no use complaining about it. But believe you him this is the last time he trusts a map site to get him anywhere. That’s for sure. Though on the bright side of things, it’s a nice day outside.

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❝ Hate to break it to you Starke,

But she was the one that Everybody was always scared of. 

It was never you.❞

Conduct  ♔  Contact  ♔ Chart

Independent Sophie Devereaux from Leverage

Written by Kyanyel

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"What were you thinking?!"

“ I’m getting Parker. “ Or at least he would be if Sophie didn’t have a tight grip on his shoulder, keeping him from charging headfirst into the building in front of them. In the back of his head he can recognize that charging into a hostage situation with no con and no plan is guaranteed to not only get himself killed, but Parker as well. On the other hand, Parker is waiting for him and the idea of spending one more minute outside the building while Parker is inside sounds like a special form of torture. 

It’s in that moment that he stops, a realization shaking him to the core. He cares about his crew. Somewhere in between cons he’d started to care about each and every member of the crew, to the point where putting them in danger seems to push a button inside of him that caused him to lose all sense of reason. A button that had previously been reserved for mentions of Sam alone.

“ Sophie. “ A beat, as he tries his best to compose himself. There’s no good in getting both of them killed. “ We need a con, and we need it now. “

[mastermcnd]

29 44

29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

Done here !

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

It depends on whether or not he means it. For cons? He can say it easily. If it involves real emotion? Not so much. Nate isn’t great with the whole real emotions thing. He struggled with saying it to Maggie, struggled even more with saying it to Sophie. The only time it came easily was with Sam and that time has come and gone.

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❝ You know, you never told me which plans I die in. ❞

“ None of them. “

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@mendaxress

“Woman, I’m tellin’ ya. I get so much as a hangnail, and I’m out. I work with these hands, you got it? They’re the money makers. I’m a hacker, I ain’t here for hammerin’ no nails. Nuh-uh.”

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💝 Bring your muse chocolates.

He blinks. Once, twice, until he’s absolutely positive that this isn’t some alcohol fueled delusion. Not to say that he isn’t drunk, because he absolutely is. It’s his general state of being. But that doesn’t change the fact that Sophie’s standing in front of him, a box of chocolates in her hands. Mentally he runs over the dates, confusion evident in his eyes as he tries to figure out what the occasion is.

“ Sophie I appreciate the gesture but Valentines Day was last month. “ He reaches out to take the chocolate, a sudden idea in his mind. “ ..Is it my birthday? “