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THE MAN BEFORE THE COUNTESS did not have to say the name of who he spoke about for hélène to know. fyodor dolokhov. more than a friend. a lover, even, before her own husband had shot and wounded him. she would not say he was innocent. her fedya had always been wild, and ultimately unpredictable. and yet ————
❛ you don’t expect me to tell you he is guilty, do you ? i have not seen him in years. how should i know what he has done ? ❜
cont / @pricxe.
“If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?”
“ life's a lot easier when you’re not an asshole. “
pricxe replied to your post:Personally I headcanon that Martha and Alexander...
nice!!! I was kinda thinkin the same thing. specially if she named their cat after him.
all the stories washington tells martha about him OmG & so she embarrasses him by naming the gd cat after ham. though, he probably deserved it tHo.
after he had left the house of a nearby family due to a phone call needing him, stephen buttoned his blazer in the front once more with magic as he walked towards a nearby coffee shop. it was good that they called when they did, as soul eaters didn’t really waste time. standing in line he’d glance at the menu, deciding to order some sort of special they were serving for the day.
over his shoulder he’d glance at the other man behind him sitting in a booth, raising an eyebrow in curiosity before giving the barista his order.
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‘ You spoken to Pip? You probably have, I was just thinkin’-- she probably knows somethin’ that’ll help you out. ’
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“sorry, man— can’t help you.” can’t help any one sitting on the other side of the law; that’s his problem.
it’s yet AGAIN the volatile butcher had STRICKEN. he’s out in the daylight, near the two buildings covered with bricks. he can see into the dark alleyway and he’s more or less PLEASED whenever he has his subject right in his disposal. his hand clasp around IT--- holding it in such a fashion that is obviously experienced. HE’S DONE THIS BEFORE. he takes his chosen tool and JABS it into the thick substance, nearly making the remainder fall EVERYWHERE.
with a delicate, swift move--- the tool is able to carry a lump of the matter right up to his plump lips, not hesitating for ONE SECOND to DEVOUR it. it’s at that time where he truly savors the taste.... the sweet, delicious taste....
going to YOGURTWORLD’S FROZEN YOGURT SHOP was a grand idea. he eats the frozen yogurt like it was any another day, but it hadn’t been for other people. he was outside of the police’s perimeter, but he KNEW what had happened to that victim in the alleyway. HE HAPPENED. but... enough about him, he supposes. watching these mindless cops ruin his work bores him quickly, which he absolutely detests. so, there the butcher goes-- spinning around on his pretty little heel to simply walk away NONCHALANTLY.
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