#talk2much

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“what are you doing here?” the last thing finley had expected was to see them dripping wet and blinking back at her on her doorstep. not after so long. she clutched the door, tempted to slam it in their face, but she resisted, at least to hear about the why. 

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“i feel like i never get to stop thinking about you. doesn’t matter how much space i put between us. doesn’t matter the reckless shit i throw myself into, you’re always just... there.” 

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“everyone just fall at your feet everywhere? hm?” diego was teasing, but his words held weight as he slid closer, leaning against the couch. “how many people am i gonna fight off tonight for your attention?”

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          Many have mistaken him for the caretaker of gardens where he didn’t actually work. More have mistaken him for the ghost of a man who haunts every flower garden in England; estate, botanical or otherwise. Most, if ever asked were there a plant mistakenly put into the body of a man, would name him. Luka is not unaware that he gives off the vibe of someone who ought be walking aimlessly in the woods like Alice talking to the flowers in Wonderland, he simply doesn’t seem to care.

A small, hard cover cigarette case makes its way out of his pocket and opens to reveal a bundle of mint leaves. He puts one betwixt his teeth and politely extends the offer of them to his companion.

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           A bowl of pomegranates sits in a stainless steal bowl atop black marble counter tops, watching over the darkened city. Hades had his back to this same counter, black coffee in hand. He can’t say how long he’s been standing here. Steam still rises from his cup so it couldn’t be too long but Cerberus has deemed him immobile enough to rest his head on one of his feet. Time occasionally plays tricks on him like this. Sleep has not been a kind or frequent visitor since childhood. It doesn't torture him to be this way. It is a privilege to waste time here, with the soft breaths of a sleeping dog and Persephone’s lingering perfume filling the space. He could almost forget himself like this.

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Annoying Peeps

Brainy Guy: You know, If you add 1 plus one, you never get 3 you actually get 2. Also There is no such word as smurf. And If you hurt me, I will tell Papa, and he will...

Student: Will you be quiet?