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@reapxrs [ Rose ] //> That Was Way Too Close

“who's not dead? sound off!” -- feel free to drag in as few or as many reapers as you'd like

Doubled over with a hand mashed against the stitch in her side, Maddy's heart beat so hard and high she thought she was distinctly at risk of coughing it up. It had been a long time since she'd poured so much into an all-out sprint like that. So safe all the way in the city, behind her firewalls and trapnets and the distance of a screen itself. She hadn't had to run, really really run, in... years. She'd forgotten how to breathe through it. Now her legs and her side and her head were all twisted up and pounding, driving her to squeeze her eyes shut and gulp at the air like a half drowned cat. She could really only manage to think thank god Jack didn't come. Well, that and some mangled half-notion about taking her neighbor's next offer to let her tag along for a gym day under much stronger consideration.

A sharp whistle startled her up, ready to go again— – but it was only a call to attention. The only one of this group to give a name so far, Rose, demanded sound off. Answers bloomed back in an ordered bouquet, like a per-arranged roster. One directly ahead and one behind, a few more –she'd go for an exact count when the alley stopped spinning– nearby. One by one they rallied. An empty pause stretched and Maddy caught an elbow in the side: “Fuckin'-! ow!!” she complained, swatting at empty air in the direction of her assailant.

'New girl's not dead!' someone complimented.

Maddy fired a glare at the one he thought responsible: a tall, frankly annoyingly gorgeous young woman with long, red-tinted hair, who smiled back. All teeth. That seemed to be enough. The stillness cracked apart. Someone laughed, and the others began chattering away, checking in on each other and comparing bruises. Maddy took that as her cue to lean back against the brick and sigh sharply.

“So,” she panted, focusing in on Rose for no other reason that everyone else seemed to do the same. Look to her. “I take it... my friends... have friends?” The only reason she could conjure for her sudden absorption into this pack. Running from a handful of uniformed police who honestly looked like maybe justice wasn't their goal today.

#reapxrs #c:\\work>dir t:\ ic* //.txt .rtf .doc/#c:\\work>dir au:\ the rat nest* // .modern/#¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@reapxrs sent: ❝ i think there’s a flaw in my code . ❞ ( cherry to erie lmao )

“Oh boy. Do you need me to be your rubber duck?”

#reapxrs #{&this is the world we made ~ main}#{t; erie && cherry ~ 001}#{pov; erie ~ threads}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ all threads}

@reapxrs → “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ”

A confused expression plants itself on his face. “... Who are you, exactly? I understand you... work with... Rose?” He folds his hands lightly in his lap, leaning back into the booth, crossing his legs under the table. “Also, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. So I don’t understand why you dislike me.”

#reapxrs #a tale of two countries ( v. america bound )#yes they're meeting at a bar

( an unsolicited starter for @reapxrs, specifically lavender but whoever really)

The worst part about After was the hit her confidence had taken. Once upon a time, back in the Before, she wouldn’t have given a second thought to crossing paths with anyone. Even in as unfamiliar a city as the one currently boxing her in, she’d barely known the meaning of the word fear, secure in her knowledge that she could fend off any threat that got close. Now, though...

A spike of anxious fear had sunk deep into her chest at the sight of the group a few blocks down. She’d cut down a side street before she even realized what she was doing. She gave the area a wide berth, just in case they had seen her and found her disappearing act suspicious. It seemed, however, that she’d moved a bit too fast for her own good - an all too familiar ache radiated out from her midsection. She had to stop.

The corner of a building provided the support she needed, and as she leaned there, one hand pressed gingerly against the pain while the other brushed her hair out of her face. (She still wasn’t used to how short it was.)

#reapxrs #{&miserable and magical ~ travel}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}#{t; aeira && lav ~ 001}#you're welcome love youuuu #unbeknownst to her she crossed into a different gang's territory~

how would Eliot react to finding out he has a kid out there? ( he strikes me as the type to be very careful to avoid such a situation, but Things Happen. )

i think it sort of depends on what stage in life the kid was conceived in and where exactly eliot is when he finds out, mentally and physically. i think now eliot is a lot more different than THEN eliot. personally i’m in love with the idea of eliot being a dad, okay. he is so careful and he doesn’t ever want to accidentally let something happen that’s absolutely not what he’s about. but if now eliot knew he had a kid out there… he’d want so badly to be a part of the kid’s life. but not unless the kid’s other parent wanted him to be, or was okay with him being in their lives. if it was the THEN eliot i feel like he would be more prone to doing nothing. because one, he doesn’t deserve to be a father (he knows this even now, but he’s more willing to be selfish about it) and two he really doesn’t need any more responsibility cramping his style. he was a very different man. an angry man. a bad man, honestly. he just. i don’t think he’d have been at a good place to actually be able to handle that. i think it’s also important to know like how old the kid is and like, how long it was before he knew anything. anyway give eliot a kid. he wants to be a dad so badly.

#reapxrs #>> : out of targets (ooc) : <<#>> : i thought i heard something // headcanons : <<#i love him.#>> : if you ask i'm gonna tell you (asks) : <<

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Sparkling lights and sparkling wine. Beautiful music and beautiful people. Stunning dresses and sharply tailored suits that fit perfectly to the bodies of the party guests around her. Sorcha loved nothing more than to surround herself in such things, with the promise of even more enjoyable things to come once the public festivities died down.

Having given up her usual place in her throne, high above all of it, she was in the midst of everyone - masquerade or not, everyone knew when their queen was beside them. Tonight, it didn’t change things - she simply immersed herself in the gathering and let things be as they were. The young and beautiful and rich care not for the politics of a nation, and for once she let herself pretend she didn’t either.

She let the current of the dancing carry her to the edge of the ballroom, resting momentarily near a darkened window. Tipping her mask up to rest against her hair, she used the reflection there to guide her hand as she dabbed delicately at her makeup. Perfect. She smiled at herself in the glass before reaching up to pull her mask back down over her face.

With a crash the window shattered, throwing glass in all directions. That wretched little redheaded ‘commander’ landed before her, knife in hand, and advanced on her, pulling back to thrust the knife into--

Sorcha awoke with a strangled gasping cry, fighting against the sheets to sit upright in the darkness. Barely conscious of the figure still lying next to her, she focused only on getting her breath back. The image of her own face in the dark window was burned into her mind, and with trembling fingers she reached up. Her fingertips brushed against the rougher skin around her eye and down her cheek, and she pressed them more firmly against the scar as her mind caught up with reality and the tears started to spill over.

#reapxrs #{&take me to wonderland ~ survival}#{t; sorcha && veva ~ 001}#here you go the first thing with this concept in it!#enjoy my friend #also you don't need to match this length since two thirds of it is dream sequence #obviously you never have to match length but #seriously #{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

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❝I seem to recall saying nobody was to be let- -❞ Whatever the end of that sentence was, it dropped off as Lu laid eyes on whomever had intruded on her office hours. She blinked once, then raised her brows. In a fluid motion from shoulder to shoe, her attitude shifted in time with the hand she laid on her hip, sliding comfortably into a playful sort of arrogance that arose from the sense of familiarity. ❝Nice of you to gate crash,❞ she said with curling sarcasm - knowing what to look for, however, you could sense the smile beneath it. ❝Should I tell security to expect you at the launch event next week as well?❞

#reapxrs #//HELLLOOOOOO <3 #///this was written with Rose in mind but tbh it could probably be any of the girls