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“How can I help you, old friend?” The fallen angel would asked as that ever present smirk was apparent on his features. “Or have you rather come here and see your own personal handiwork at hand?”

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She’d taken the liberty of casing it, which was a task she rarely chose to undertake herself. She would have a better understanding of the class of people they were, of house it was, she told him with smug significance, and he neither disagreed nor minded. He did, however, grow what was almost suspicious at her reports back -- grand old place, multiple figures inside when lit, more often darkened and empty, and no visible security system. It would have been a dream come true for a smash and grab job, and was still fairly heaven-sent for what was meant to be a drawn-out job. One wealthy master of the house, up to three servants at once.

Were it up to him, there’d be a an old ski mask stuffed into his back pocket in case of anyone who wasn’t the mark wandering in. Servants were easily subdued, no violence required. Their treatment from employers didn’t usually seem to inspire much resistance or will to protect. Just stick on a mask, stick a gun in their face and tell ‘em to move quietly along to a locked back room, and they invariably did. She, however, preferred not to risk that sort of uncertainty. No, anybody who had the misfortune of wandering in while they were there would not be wandering back out.

She was confident -- rich people, she sniffed derisively, they were complacent, they never expected this sort of thing -- and it rubbed off. It was a nice neighborhood, too nice for crimes like this, and more importantly, too nice for the houses to be anywhere near close together. There was risk of interruption, but, well, those interruptions would easily be taken care of. Altogether, a lovely, private location. Just a matter of waiting for one rich, eccentric hermit with a limp -- hell, he thought, it might actually be fun.

No key had been proided by the client, so she graciously allowed him to pick open the door that it would be his job to guard once the mark was subdued. (Old places like this, the locks gave little trouble -- hardly an opportunity to show off.) Multiple figures moved inside during the day, but nothing tonight. Tonight, it was all dark and had been for hours, and she was giddy. She could be certain of a long, lovely time together.

He tapped her elbow with his and jerked his chin in the direction of the series of graphic pictures down the wall -- the hell was that? -- and she responded with a raised brow and puff of air out her nose before continuing on up the stairs. . Flashlights had to go off as soon as they had an idea of the layout, and he tracked the movement of hers on the second floor while he checked the first. Both were brief -- the house had been darkened all day, there was only need to check the beds. She padded her way back down the stairs, one hand trailing down the wooden banister, to join him at the door. It was a lovely place, all dark paneling and heavy-curtained, classic decor (apart from the stuffed monstrosity upstairs and questionable choice in art), and she took a last appreciative glance before shutting off her light and nodding for him to do the same.

The silence was hardly strategic, there was simply no reason to talk. They’d been through the routine a dozen or few times: check the place to confirm it was empty, wait with guns drawn for the target to make their way home, let him do the subduing, and then let her have the fun.

Easy.

#thelimptrickster #writes u a small novel

The Fool, The Sun, The Hierophant.

meme | not accepting

The Fool ;; What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

Definitely asking for a spell to “change” her mother. For someone who seems to have really liked fairy tales as a child, she really has no idea how magic works. I don’t think she could have possibly been more vague.

The Sun ;; What was the happiest moment of your muse’s life?

Up until the breaking of the curse, the happiest moment of Merida’s life was the first time she hit the center of a target. She had lost many arrows up til then. After, she ran through the entire castle screaming at the top of her lungs until she found her father.

The Hierophant ;; What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Merida would never knowingly do anything that would endanger her family. In Merida’s mind this is definitely more on a shallow, bodily term. She would never want to do anything that could bring bodily harm to her family, but she is still capable of being selfish and putting herself first. She will always do what she thinks is right, even if what she thinks is right isn’t what other people think is right.

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meme | flowers | not accepting

She was wary of his magic the first time he showed her… but it was very pretty to look at. After he completed a trick she would applaud him, except for the one time she gave him something more.

Swooping down to pick the red geranium from the shrubbery, she carefully pinned it to his jacket. “It suits ye,” she said, smiling.

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thelimptrickster replied to your post:I’M ALIVE I’M ALIVE I SWEAR I’M ALIVE.

We missed you. TuT It’s good to know you’re alive!

IT'S NICE TO BE ALIVE YES LAWL how've u kids been doing since i was away i hope nothing burnt down

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"A part of me is sewn into your very core. So, I will not let you perish, and I will not let you leave. For that same reason, you can stomach the darkness I share, and I know you cannot hate me wholly. Embrace it. There is no way back."

“And yet there had been a way back for you when light burnt itself into your heart,” the Fallen murmured. As ever, there was resistance but it was in hushed tones and with his gaze fixed firmly on nothing in particular. The bouts of aggression still came of course, hot and fierce and violent, but those were too rare and fleeting to overcome the constant fear the other had brought back.

“You’re wrong. I despise you, wholly and completely, because that piece of you within me has taught me how to.”

#awww but poor obstinate idiot bby #thelimptrickster