#with. lilly bennett.

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@cauterizedfear   ( lilly ) texts jake  ⫽   [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] what can i say i love to validate my friends

[TEXT -- lils ] : thanks ???? [TEXT -- lils ] : still feel awkward that u that pic [TEXT -- lils ] : glad it wasn’t a full nude   [TEXT -- lils ] : u really think it looks like i’ve been working out 🤔🤔

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@cauterizedfear   ( lilly ) tells lemony  ⫽  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.   ⫽  sleeping at last lyric starters    ⁕   accepting !

“not like this, lilly. you cannot give up.”  

the gleam of blood on his hands sent chills down his spine,  bile rising in his throat.  he’s never thought himself squeamish,  and he likely wasn’t really. but, the sight of the gaping gash in his associate’s side,  his fingers shining with the deep crimson made him sick. perhaps it was because it was his own foolishness that has caused her pain.  if he was a moment earlier, if he deciphered the code sooner, if he hailed a cab a  minute  before midnight,  then he would have been there. if he hadn’t allowed himself to become distracted, maybe it would have been him instead of her.

“i’ll get you to a hospital. come, wrap your arms around my neck. you aren’t giving up now. ”

thankfully, his  other associate came screeching around the corner in the sleekest car he’s ever laid eyes on.  he shuddered to think of the seats of the dilemma,  cleo knight’s car,  stained in deep reds that would turn a rusted shade come the next day.  but,  a stronger feeling--- a  darker fear crept into his chest, gripping his heart and threatened to grip harder--- made that issue very small in comparison.

“hold on, lilly. help is on the way.”  reserved as that might be for raging fires and dark smoke circling in clear skies, lemony found that he didn’t care at the moment,  focused only on letting lilly know they wouldn’t leave her alone.

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@cauterizedfear   ( lilly ) tells jake  ⫽   sometimes i’ll start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way.  

“love that. smort. always keep ‘em guessin’, never let them know where you’re headed until it smacks ‘em right in the face. you’re good.  sometimes that’s how i start interrogations, but don’t tell the sarge or the captain.”