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❛ ...diego this car is a piece of shit. ❜ as if that excuses his position.  still, he drops his feet down, beat up shoes landing with a thunk on the floor.  ❛ so where are we? fun road trip? what’s the plan? ❜ // @numbr2 & cont !! 

[nummervier-blog1]

“ i have seen some things ”

‘             --  o h  ,  i’m sure you have !              just like every single one of us !    ‘

[botmum-a]

        ❛    i  found  one  of  your  old  knives  in  ben’s  room  on  my  rounds  yesterday.    ❜   a  soft,  slightly  somber  smile  falls  on  her  lips  as  she  turns  the  weapon  in  her  hands.    ❛    i  believe  there’s  no  point  in  asking  if  you  threw  it  in  there,  right ?    ❜

@numbr2​ !

[sixthseance]

@numbr2 ------ DIEGO HARGREEVES / VIGILANTISM IS SO LAST SEASON.

       “---wait! wait, diego, i can help---!” klaus calls out, sliding down off the roof of the parked car he’s been sitting on and dropping a cigarette butt to the ground to stomp it out. he doesn’t know whose car he’s been sitting on, and he has no idea where diego is going, but he looks like he’s on a mission and that, friends, is an opportunity waiting to arise. 

       “you shouldn’t go alone, man.” a pause. “are you getting paid for this? could i get paid for this?”

[snowinabottlearchived]

FUNERALS  ALWAYS  LEFT  A  BITTER  TASTE ,   those  close  to  the  decedent  trapped  in  a  roller  coaster  ride  of  emotions .  when  amelia  was  informed  about  mister  hagreeves  death  she  felt  incredibly  sorry ,  a  deep  respect  living  in  her  chest   for  the  man  who  opened  up  so  many  possibilities  to  her .  without  his  help  she  would  have  become  a  monster ,  a  modern  tragedy  written  down  in  local  newspapers  and  finally  melted  away  like  the  ice  that  was  a  part  of  her  system . having  the  chance  to  learn  among  wonderful  people ,  to  grow  up  between  a  loving  family  and  those  who  were  able  to  understand  her  struggles  was  unique ,  a  gift  she  would  always  cherish  and  never  forget .  and  now  ?  WHAT  WAS  LEFT  of  dreams ,  what  was  left  of  brilliant  stars  shining  all  so  bright  ?  broken  adults  treating  each  other  like  strangers ,  lives  lost  and  never  enjoyed  to  the  full .  was  that  THE  PRICE  of  being  different  ? fawn  eyes  looking  around ,  big  house  seeming  to  become  smaller  with  every  minute  spent  in  it .  it  was  cold  and  empty  these  days ,  silence  filling  up  the  halls  like  a  curse  no  one  was  able  to  break .  was  it  grief  or  bitterness ,  memories  of  stolen  days ,  of  what  could  have  been  ?  had  she  even  the  right  to  speak  ?  breath  held  for  a  moment  when  a  familiar  face  appeared ,  corner  of  painted  lips  forming  a  sad  smile .   ❛     ——  diego .  ❜  ,  she  greeted  the  other  while  fingers  started  to  tingle .  she  did  not  expect  anyone  to  come  and  still  the  call  seemed  to  reach  through ,  to  assemble  what  was  broken  once .   ❛    i  am  so  sorry  for  your  loss .  it  is  good  to  see  you .  have  you  already  talked  to  pogo  ?   ❜   

☆ ── STARTER FOR THE LOVELY @numbr2

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[ordinaryseven]

     she thought she had finally found a time to sneak away. things were quiet. no music was playing. she could maybe hear some soft voices from people’s rooms, but that was about it. no one would even miss her if she left, so she headed down the stairs, made a call and started on her way out when she ran into the last person she was hoping to run into on the way out.  ❛❛ DON’T WORRY. i already called a cab. i’ll be out of here soon.  ❜❜ 

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