#serxndipities

[loredrops]

he couldn't believe he was once again back in the hole he had seemed to crawl out of all those years ago. a life of crimson knuckles, black eyes, and bloodshed he wanted no parts in. when his ex boss, francisco approached him with a job his first instinct was to turn him away, but of course the man dangled araceli in his face. made threats that made his blood boil, but all he could do was gritt his teeth, and keep his balled fist in his pocket. one wrong move and he was dead. he had to do want any other sane man would do — make a deal with the devil.

he figured keeping araceli out of the loop would somehow keep her out of the line of fire, but knowing her he was sure it wouldn't be an east feat. " i don't see what the fucking big deal is. i've worked for him before, doing much worse. " with his career taking off this was by far the dumbest thing he could do, but protecting the woman in front of him was all he cared about. thick brows furrowed, holding a beer bottle by the neck, before he upturned it wishing each swig would somehow take off the edge. " just let it go. " he was never good at hiding things from her, warm cheeks and his fleeting gaze proved that. | @serxndipities

[gcddamnvampirea]

@serxndipities liked this post for a random starter // feat. regina

"You might want to pull over for a bit. This storm is only getting worse."

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" i  don’t  need  your  permission. "

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she checked it again. and again .. one more time .. yep still positive. an 8th test wouldn't hurt right? only a few months into their marriage, and this wasn't on eva's schedule. she had everything timed out perfectly. from their honeymoon down to their second child, which was another 4 years away. hoping to push the thought to the back of her mind, the first thing she thought was to stuff the plastic test into the trash. burying it deep at the bottom, which didn't seem to help much when the plastic broke, revealing its contents.. as soon as jupiter called her, his tone was enough to warrant her what the conversation could possibly be about. " jup — I — " the attorney was usually good with her words, except now they seemed tangled in her throat. | @serxndipities

[redemptioninterlude]

@serxndipities - jupiter john and sookhee jane go on a mission !

she was never much of a thief. she tells john as much, as they're preparing themselves for hihi's first mission. things are warm enough now where she's not feeling quite as doubtful of her partner. he seems to know how to respect his space and keep himself busy - which takes SOME of the edge off of suddenly living with a stranger inside these walls, despite the bursts of casual affection they ply when outdoors.

their neighbour's NOSY. she's already asking about kids, which is annoying.

when the message comes, she's almost excited. but the mission itself almost feels disappointing. to steal an item from a house during a party. "this feels like the wrong movie." she sighed, IRONY twisting at the corners of that wry smile of hers. adjusting the dress she has on, making a turn when she saw john in the hallway from where she sat, finishing her coffee. "are you ready to go?"

they use a car service, having practiced before leaving their work. jane worked in architecture. john in technology. the both of them had met in university in their final year before taking a year off together, on impulse. on paper, it's SO ROMANTIC, isn't it? "the car will be here in 5 minutes."

- @serxndipities

[redemptioninterlude]

[ SHARE ] sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them - ( jupiter & sookhee )

domestic intimacy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @serxndipities // jupiter john

tonight's mission was a bit of a SHIT SHOW.

it starts so promising at first. they're told their target could be tailed, followed, along from his route, work, home, work, groceries. a kind of dull domestic fallacy that, while they don't admit it, bores the both of them to TEARS. sookhee spends her time taking notes, less patient then john. john, who's tucked and squinting through the lens, trained, reports movements to her, until it's time to move. and when it is, they both shift and move into action, destructively graceful in the way they disassemble the scope of the rifle they've been using to play private detective, sookhee already gearing up the car to go.

it's a nondescript camry, sookhee hanging 5 cars back as they glide through the dark, the first real hint of something remiss within the family man. they know better. the brief lays out a horrific rap sheet, which sookhee rather dryly tells john is likely because they don't want them to HESITATE when it comes to the kill. that's always the hardest part for some. she asks him then. had he ever killed anybody before? the look on his face tells her everything. when he asks the same, she only smiles. knowing it wasn't really a thing to be proud of, but all the same, she knew what the weight of it meant.

honestly, the first location isn't the PROBLEM. it's when he takes off to the next, along the river... the both of them tense. ready for what's to come as they park far, far behind, the both of them armed and prepped. her eyes narrowed, as their target enters the warehouse, the both of them splitting apart to tackle both exits. too bad that their target makes them, and she's the one closest to where he goes, a runner, it's all fine until...

they start to fight. sookhee tackles him to the ground, and the both of them begin to throw punches, sookhee grappling him with her legs to hold him in place as john caught up from his position. an elbow lands within her stomach, a pained grunt issuing from her as she loosens her hold and he breaks free, their target shoving her to the side and off the side of the dock, her eyes widening with FURY as she yelled at john to get him before she plunged beneath the icy waves.

he's got it under control by the time she breaks to the surface in clean sweeps, hauling her body out, SHAKING AND SHIVERING as she spits up what's in her mouth, shucking off the heavier layers that do nothing but drag her down. they've got their man hog tied and shoved into the boot of their car before too long, the target needing to be left alive for now, so that a certain amount of information could be first extracted. something, something, official bullshit. but it's the silent, softer things. like john, who looks at her strangely after the trunk's been locked, shrugging his jacket off to place around her shoulders.

still WARM from him.

there's a breath subtly drawn, sinking into the passenger seat this time. that was nice... and in a way, she didn't really know how to handle kindness anymore, after all the distrust that has been force fed to her throughout her life, too many sickening turns to leave her whole. but this...? maybe she could find this ACCEPTABLE for a moment. at least now, it wasn't so fucking cold. right? that's the real point of it.

[gcddamnvampirea]

She knew that she had grown up a rather sheltered life. Coming from a religious household that was very involved with the church would do that to a person. Even now as an adult, she found herself unable to break free from the pure values instilled in her. But she wanted to come out of her shell. Serenity felt like there was so much more to the world than the little bubble she was raised in and she was desperate to explore. The only tricky part was finding a way to do so without her parents finding out. Despite everything, she didn't want to disappoint them. Perhaps that was why she had waited until they had left for vacation to throw a party at their home. Her first party — she was nervous as hell. That was probably one of the reasons why she had sought out a friend of hers the moment the crowd got too big. What was she even supposed to talk about? Eyes scanned the room, disappointment creeping into her at the thought that maybe he wouldn't show. But it was quickly dispelled when she heard a knock on the door. "Hey!" She greeted happily when she pulled it open. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." / @serxndipities

[redemptioninterlude]

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. - ( keith & faye )

jealous, protective & territorial meme ( accepting ) + @serxndipities // keith

who wants to hang around some JUNK MOON anyways? faye, apparently. because isn't she back again? there's a problem with her navigator. only the problem's been there for months and she hasn't really cared about it before. maybe she wants the excuse. it's annoying her. "i just want to get where i'm going." is her bossy, sighingly huffy response about the whole thing. so help me, is the underlying message. they drink, she disappears ; in the daytime, like a stray, she'll wonder about the dusty town, catching stray stares from the people here.

yeah, FUCK YOU TOO. she didn't want to be here either.

this place reminds her of earth, the surface pitted with meteorite strikes. "why do you stay here?" she asks him once. he says something about a brother. it's the kind of story where you can feel that it BURNS TOO HOT against the heart. she doesn't push it then. she hasn't really drank enough to know how to be human about it. she loses a lot of things, waking up as she does in a whole new world with a nothing but half a name. sometimes she thinks her sensitivity and kindness went along with it.

well, that much was whitney's fault. or hers. she'd been so hopeful in the idea of falling in love. in familiarity. everyone CLINGS TO THAT, don't they? even keith. especially her. that's why she's here, isn't she? like any wild thing, she still needed small things to remind herself that things weren't always some kind of brutalistic slog. and he's alright there. sometimes more talktative. sometimes not. he doesn't really see her as the frail damsel anymore... maybe that's a good thing.

faye hates the idea of being seen as DELICATE.

when she's at the bar tonight, he's late. she ignores that fact until it doesn't feel right. then she's off and wondering along the street towards him shop, and it's there that he's all jammed up with someone else there. they've got a gun in hand, and she notes that first, her own hand over the hammer of her own, the safety already flicked off. "i told you i get JEALOUS when you have parties without me." her voice cracks like a whip ; faye's been in enough shootouts to know she needs him behind her now. red lips pressed thin as she rounded behind him, head cocking to the side, drinking in the unfamiliar face. "don't want to introduce me to your new friends? or are they old ones?" there's no use asking if he's in trouble. or in asking him much of anything, really - let that be the post mortum conducted after the last of the bullet shell casing had been cleared away.