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That grew an arch of the eyebrow from the Bogeyman, who’s arms were crossed over in front of his chest and his presence did not shift from the position in which he was standing.
“When it’s my bar, I can pick and choose who can stay here. I’m asking nicely. I won’t next time.”
“Who are you again?”
Griffin wouldn’t admit to being stuck, but from the way his belly was tucked between himself and the bolted down table in the booth the bear wasn’t about to move. He looked over to Oz with a grin.
“ -- What’d I tell ya? Good breakfast food,” He said with a careful, shallow breath. “Much better than, I dunno. Coyote Kibble..”
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Levi glanced to his left as he slid down from the open window, guitar on back. For the most part, it seemed to be too late for anyone to have caught him sneaking out of the old house. But then again, it was a bit too dark to spot out company so easily. So he made his way down the street fast and stuck a cigarette between his lips. It had been years since he had paid this neighborhood a visit. The last thing Levi needed was to be caught by someone he recognized. But at this hour- he doubted anyone was even out.
His cigarette lit between his lips, light briefly illuminating his face as he skipped down to his Chevy parked on the next block over- the local bar and gas station seeming to be the only places still open at this time of night. He loaded his guitar case into the back seat of his car, his mind already set on the road. The last thing he wanted to do was stick around this podunk town for even a minute longer.
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send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
Chaconia + Oz
One small little b o b b l e. One small little p r i z e. But it isn't a prize though is it?
She didn't win it after all. One s t u p i d little coin. Exchange for life without family.
Well she had one now d i d n ' t she? No, no, not family. Can't a f f o r d that.
They are usefuls. Useful little p a w n s. That once aren't so will be w i p e d from her deck.
There's a knock. A heavy foot fall. A glint of gold in a leather bound palm.
"This had better be--- i m p o r t a n t."
I can't see you...
Blood. Everywhere. Not all of it his own. And oh how much more that hurts. They’d cornered him, he should have been paying better mind. Now they were dead because he hadn’t been paying attention. Dead because they hadn’t given him a loop hole, a way out that didn’t require them to lose their lives. Or if they had he’d failed to see it. Either way, a promise broken.
The smallest of them, had still managed to get off a shot before he’d been able to snap her neck. The silver capped spray ripping through his face and into eyes without remorse. He’d clawed at his face, desperate to get them out, and in his pain driven exuberance had shredded his own eyes. If only he could get to the other wounds, the one's sapping what strength he has left. He has to get home.
But he's blind, nothing to guide him but his nose. And while it helps, it doesn't help knowing when his feet are about to stumble over something. And it isn’t long before he’s doing just that. Tumbling face first into a tree. One he guides himself down to the ground with. And its there the mutt remains. It is there he rests, because he can do nothing else.
No help is coming, the alpha far from here handling something he hadn't seen fit to speak about. And it isn't like it's any of Ion's business anyway. It isn't as if the half-breed hasn't been gravely injured before, with no one to help him. It isn't the first time he has been utterly alone.
But then something moves in the forest about him, birds are spooked, and despite the fact he can't see his head whips about towards the sound. Nose twitching, ears straining, in an effort to identify what his eyes can not. And relief washes away the fear almost instantly.
"....O-oz...?"