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Independent Semi-Selective Jacob Frye Written by Jay

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// Hand surgery sucks…it- they removed a LOT of tendon and muscle…. I don’t feel like talking or anything- just….yea…so- hiatus…

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// Hand surgery sucks...it- they removed a LOT of tendon and muscle.... I don’t feel like talking or anything- just....yea...so- hiatus...

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         “Jacob. I want to talk about what          you said earlier. About… Mother          and Father.”

        “Evie......”                    Jacob’s tone soft, but lacing something deeper beneath it as hazel eyes stared deep into the brighter green ones of his elder twin, something akin to a warning lurking in the single utterance of her name. There was a simple pang in his chest just at the mention of Mother and Father. He didn’t like to talk about the past-      He wasn’t sure...if people had noticed, but he didn’t tend to talk about his past much, he didn’t bring up the shadows that clouded his mind, much preferring to wave them away and shoving them to the far recess of his mind where they would no longer haunt him. He was not fond of these ghosts being brought back to plague him once more with guilt and pain....                                                                                     “I don’t wish to speak of this.....”

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“I’m digging the threads but the hood sort of makes you look like a creeper. Are you stalking someone? Am I interrupting the stalking? Should I just keep walking?”

   “Stalking someone?”            The younger Frye twin couldn’t help but chuckle- well.... he supposed he’d certainly done such tasks before as an assassin, but, currently? No, he couldn’t say that he was as he gave a shake of his head, lowering the offending garment with a flourishing gesture of his hands as if to silently say he was no threat to the individual before him,                           a lopsided smirk pulling across his lips as he did so.

             “No- simply enjoying the brisk air, love,                                             Plus I think the hood adds a certain...debonair mystery~”                             His teasing edge lacing his tone as he spoke.

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Jacob: You fight like my sister!

Rafaello: I've fought your sister. That's a compliment.

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The Italian gave a quiet sigh, and mumbled a thanks as the Assassin knelt down beside him. He’d never be able to live this down, and he knew it.

“What if someone sees you?”

Wow, it sounded as though he actually cared… Though he was too lacking in energy to actually worry about that for now. He was just thankful that Jacob was here to help, and not to finish the job like he should have been.

As soon as Jacob began to lift him from the ground, though, he grimaced in pain and instantly began cursing.

“Fanculo! Mettimi giù! Jacob, mi ha messo giù, ora!”

    What if someone did see him....?             That actually was a pretty big risk, to be honest. He could get in trouble with the assassins- the Rooks... if he lost the trust of his Lads, but he wasn’t about to just leave this man lying here like this, it didn’t work that way. He couldn’t just leave him to die like this, like some roadkill or- injured animal, no- he was----                Dammit...                            Jacob couldn’t explain it, he had no clue what this infuriating Italian Templar was to him, his rival? His friend? His-- He didn’t know, he just knew he wouldn’t be able to just let him stay here like this. That wasn’t an option.      At least-not until the frikkin’ Italian, what Jacob could only assume to be cursing perhaps, started in and the assassin near about dropped the poor, injured man out of shock and surprise, like a startled cat who’d nearly jumped out of his skin.               “What!? What? Fuck-....what?”                                   Jacob exclaimed in response, slowly backtracking his motions in the hopes he could--- fix? Whatever misstep he’d...evidently just taken? He’d heard his name, all he could assume in all honesty, was that Rafaello had just cussed him out in Italian, not that he had- any idea what had just been said, honestly- that just seemed to be the most common occurrence between the pair.

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Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

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Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

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"Y'know how we accidentally landed on each other after tryin' t'leap off Big Ben? Well... Evie thinks we're together now."

    An odd look had crossed the gang boss’s face as the Pirate brought up the failed attempt to nail such a leap that had ended…of so destructively and in more cuts and bruises than Jacob cared to admit, but the second the point of bringing up such a black mark on their ‘idea agenda’ was revealed- the Crawley assassin near about lost his shit entirely. He loved it-          He couldn’t even fathom what sort of ideas his sister must’ve conjured, what she must’ve thought….just what was it she thought they got up to when they were out and about getting in to trouble and the like?     “Does she really?               I absolutely love it-….. Oh, please tell me we’re using this to mess with her…?”

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“will I be okay?"

Injured Meme

    “Course, yea–….. everything’s gonna be just fine…”            the young assassin assured her in a soothing voice as his brow stitched together, breathing slowly to keep his calm in the midst of all this, honestly he only hoped that he hadn’t just lied to her-    He…couldn’t have,                              surely?                  She had to be okay…. He just didn’t let people die on his watch like this, he simply didn’t- if the way he tried to stifle the bleeding was anything to go by.

                     “You just stick here with me for a minute now, you got that? I’m gonna get this sewn back together, stitched like nothin’ ever ‘appened….. I just need you to hold this cloth here for a second…”           Nodding he head towards where he held his silken scarf to her torn flesh to try and hinder the loss of blood. He needed some time to sterilize a needle and get it threaded if she could just-                                  “Hang in there, love…                                                         Just a scratch, right?”             Lightheartedly teasing with a soft smirk.

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