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@moneymoved​ : well, i guess everyone’s a hero of their own story, right?  like a feral mongoose

“ you don’t strike me as the type of person naive enough to not see exactly what they are. ” she can see through him and has since the moment he first found her recoiled in front of a smoldering corpse. he is not a good man and surely he must know that. livvy, who has long since thought herself too old to see the world in terms of good vs evil, knows him to be a villain. “ you know who you are. ”

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Livvy's decided to take a nap after school and when she heads to the fridge to attack the leftovers, she's still noticably disheveled. It's only when she ventures back to the living room with a bowl of rice that she notices the man.

He's very much not Eliot, crisp suit and not a hair out of place. She hadn't heard him come in and that makes things even more unsettling. Eliot doesn't invite people to the house, especially not when he's working.

"Who th' hell are you?" Her voice, miraculously, doesn't betray the fear she feels. The temperature, however, suddenly becoming several degrees warmer, does. "How'd you get in?"

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You should write me something about Eliot realizing his feelings for Damien. ;)

eliot spencer took his job very seriously. damien moreau was his job. if eliot was being honest, damien moreau was his everything. which is why it was particularly unacceptable that someone had managed to get passed him. in one hand, eliot had his gun, safety off, ready to be put to use. in the other, his knife. it glinted in the moonlight. the streetlights shown in through the windows in the hallway. he’d heard something, or someone, moving down the hall. it’d woken him up. he and damien were the only ones on this floor and he was pretty damn sure that damien was asleep. or at least pretending to be. eliot actually hadn’t seen damien sleep. all the same, he was supposed to keep him safe. eliot crept down the hall in his socks, eyes sharp. damien’s door loomed in front of him. eliot’s breath was quiet, but he could hear his heart racing in his ears. if something happened to damien eliot wasn’t sure what he’d do. and for once it wasn’t just because he was worried about job security. damien moreau was more than that. he lingered by the door frame and pressed his ear to the hinges. it was quiet. there was a light on under the door and eliot stuffed the knife back into the waistband of his sweatpants. the door was cracked, so eliot pushed it open as quietly as he could. there was a lot emotionally to unpack, but eliot wasn’t going to mess with it until he was certain that damien moreau was okay. damien looked up from where he stood next to his mini bar, glass in hand. he raised an amused eyebrow in eliot’s direction, who relaxed just a little as soon as he saw that moreau was alone. “i thought-- - i heard somethin’.”damien shook his head. “i just went to get some ice, spencer. join me for a drink?” eliot didn’t want to admit that he felt something tug in his chest a little. he did offer a smile and relax his squared shoulders a little. “i... if i’m not interrupting...” it was here that eliot got the very distinct feeling, eyes roving over damien’s face and the way he held his glass, and the way he was looking at eliot, that maybe he was thoroughly and completely fucked. he wet his lips and nudged the door closed behind him. yeah. maybe he had feelings. @moneymoved

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“Like I said before, Mr. Moreau.” JiHu clapped her hands together, not sparing a glance to the henchmen that surrounded her on the ground. For the most part, they were alive, just unconscious. But that didn’t stop there from being blood spray across part of her face and neck. Dark eyes narrowing on his. “I’m not interested in working for you.” 

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                “ugh. you.” it came out sounding exactly as disgusted as she meant for it to. she curled her good hand into a fist, prepared to start swinging if damien moreau felt like he could get a step closer. he couldn’t. 

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Flynn hates using artifacts on humans to get the job done, but he was outbid in his effort to get back a magical artifact and he couldn’t let the alarmingly tall man walk away with such powerful magic.But what he truly hates the most, is when he uses magic and the person isn’t affected, which means... 

“Fairy?” he asks, a trace of fear clouding his tone, it took him three years to convince the last fairy to stop bothering him, he can’t go through this again.

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✨ ❝poljubiti.❞ | damien & vi.

✨ @moneymoved alright, vi. make a dumb decision i guess. ( source. )

❝This country is unreal and I haven't even been here for that long,❞ he said, collapsing on the couch. Then, he swiftly peeled away the outer layers of his clothing, tossing jacket and scarf aside ( may not have been cold to anyone else, but he was freezing to death in the airport. )  ❝Come here! Sit with me, tell me what you've been up to. Tell me if you have any plans on how we’ll kill some time?❞ 

Though, before he could motion for Damien to come on over, he yawned. Sleep wouldn’t stop him, however. Sleep later, quality time now. The guest room sure did found inviting, still.

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