“ he wore the perfume of death. ” @trcmor
“ —— i really hope that’s just a metaphor...if it’s not then i’m gonna have to sit this one out. no one wants to smell that. ”

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“ he wore the perfume of death. ” @trcmor
“ —— i really hope that’s just a metaphor...if it’s not then i’m gonna have to sit this one out. no one wants to smell that. ”
❝ we can’t just leave them there! ❞
✧ / - ̗̀ RANDOM MEME ̖́- / @trcmor: daisy johnson.
brows furrowed together, jaw dropping in not just confusion but complete bewilderment. a building just blew the fuck up and this bitch wanted to go save the people who were too stupid and had just decided to stand there and watch? “ we?! ” kassy had locked on to the word with an incredulous look on her face, “ i ain’t doin’ shit, i’m getting my ass out of here --- you think those morons would be running back in to save your ass? uh-uh, ” always these damn heroic types trying to save lives when it really should be their own life they should be saving. kassy, of course, was going to gloss over the hypocrisy of how she’d want someone to come save her if she was about to have a bunch of rubble fall on her, but it wouldn’t be because she was a fuckin’ dumbass who wanted to instagram every goddamn thing that happened in the world. with them having made it down the street enough to slow down, kassy turned to her, hands raised in surrender as she spoke again. “ listen, girl. you go right ahead, i won’t be stopping you but just the hell you expect me to do about it? ” she wasn’t a hero, she wasn’t about to go risk her life, she knew for a fact if she did and got injured or god forbid died that sebastian would bring her back just to kill her dumbass himself.
[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .
[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something || not accepting
“What do you mean you don’t have another gun? Isn’t that what your type does? Carry guns? Like twelve of them? In various unusual places no one suspects you carrying them?”
“I don’t like guns.” He said shortly, unable to resist adding in a more droll tone, “And I rarely find myself needing more than one. Partners aren’t something I have often.” He said pointedly.
“Well I hope that’s working out well for you.”
“A partner? No, as a matter of fact.”
“If you were better prepared-”
“If you were at all prepared-”
“Don’t make this about me!”
“Why are you even still here?”