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[agnvsdei]

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   A cigar is perched in-between Booker’s fingers, ready and waiting to be lit. The girl had never liked it much— but there was no point in protesting. Knowing Booker, he’d probably smoke even more just to SPITE her.

   Her head shakes in silent disapproval, the matchstick in her hand sparking with young flame. Her movements are careful as she sets fire to the tip, eyes sharp and trained on the flickering glow.

   “Ugh,” She coughs. “How in the hell do you smoke those things?” She shakes the tiny flame out with a quick flourish, her brows raised in question.

[songbirdxlizabeth-blog]

She can't move. All she can do is scream as the doctors cut her open. The needle in her back is all that stops her from opening a tear and killing them, and god does she try. The pain delivered by the shock is almost as painful as the operation. In one of her books, the hero would knock down the door and save her. Booker would take her away.. But no one ever saves her. Not until she wakes up, at least. //Have some past trauma nightmares!

((dAMN SON. 

[notdeadbutscatteredarchive2-blog]

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   “You’re not you,” Rosalind replied, handing DeWitt a handkerchief.

    And this was why she’d warned Robert against coming there. They’d meant to be observers only, but an incident on the sidewalk (during which they’d not been quite as invisible to passers-by as they’d hoped) had led to DeWitt seeing them and—well, they were hardly going to leave now. She doubted very much that Robert would agree to such a thing, and even Rosalind couldn’t stand to see the man bleeding out on the sidewalk.

[songbirdxlizabeth-blog]

"Have you ever even done this before?"

“Never!” Is the gleeful response Booker receives as Elizabeth whizzes behind him on one of the sky lines. “This is fantastic Mr. Dewitt!” When they’re on the run from Comstock’s men whooping aloud is probably not the best thing to do but she can’t help herself as she lets out a raucous yelp of enjoyment as she continues to speed along the line on Booker’s tail.

[subjectwyk-archive-blog]

“Well, that went well.”

The adolescent looked up at the man. Part horror, part curiosity, part disbelief, and part relief. All flitting across his face and eyes in an instant.

“No. That didn’t.” Jack stated simply. His back was against a wall, the grown up going about to ‘secure’ the door so that no one could get in. The boy slid to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. That was not how things went when they went well.

They had scared one of the Little Sisters and her Daddy had come after them. They had alerted Mr. Fontaine of their presence. They had triggered a curfew alarm. More than any of that, Jack had lost count of how many people Mr. DeWitt shot at.

“That didn’t go well at all.” He buried his face as best he could, sobbing softly. This isn’t how he wanted anything to go at all.

[attxno-blog]

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Corvo was knowingly watched the man as he made his way to the bar. This was the ‘False Shepherd’ that Comstock had warned of for so many years. Corvo wasn’t one to put much stock into his stories, but now here’s living proof of one of the old man’s prophecies and he just happened to walk into the very bar that Corvo was drinking at. He was.. stunned, to say the least.

He got the bartender's attention by waving a hand, and whispered an order for a glass of whiskey, not for himself, but for this unexpected guest.

[subjectwyk-archive-blog]

“There’s no need to be afraid.”

The child looked the stranger over with a look usually reserved for adults who had seen too much. A wary, examining glance that belonged far away from his twelve year old features. 

“So... you’re not a scientist then? And you’re not one of Mr. Fontaine’s men.” The second a statement instead of a question. A fact. “Why are you here?” 

Jack sighed. No need to be afraid. There were lots of reasons to be afraid. Endless, eternal reasons to be afraid. But he looked twelve, regardless of what he felt or was, and boys his supposed age were fearless. At least, that’s what he’d been told.

“Are you... are you a good guy?”

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      “Isn’t it wonderful out here?” Elizabeth cooed,        her wide eyes eager to take in each and every        detail surrounding her. The world seemed so        vivid now that she was seeing it up close and        personal. “It’s even better than I expected!”        She gave a little twirl, her arms stretched wide        for the sake of balance. “I -- I want to see         everything!”