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❦【 GEM — 】

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                              the night is pressed stark against her skin, cold wind grazing her cheeks and leaving them a vibrant rouge – tonight is not a night for hesitation; tonight is a night of culmination. a night of busted knuckles and bloody teeth, a night of black and white; winners and losers. and GEM does not lose. this time they’ve spared no expense, the TASK FORCE, but she knows their tricks - their tactics, their weapons, their numbers, everything (poor girl would have marched in blind if need be).  ‘ kitsune, how much power can do you think i can manage before.. – you know? ‘ her voice is faint, claws glowering – aloys is just beyond these walls, but she is certain she’s walking into a trap. ‘ in previous cases, 75 percent; not advisable, gem. aloys is alive, but.. – you will need to move quickly, ‘ the fox speaks, voice echoing within her head – ears ring as he speaks; she can’t be bothered with his warnings, there is no time to act rationally.

                                 she tears through the wall separating them; intangibility putting an immediate toll on her body, but she lands soft and takes out the guards at either side of her fellow thief with ease (though perhaps not mercy). cyan coated claws tear through metal bindings with ease, red and silver clanking to the ground as she places either hand at his face. ‘ hey – hey, WAKE UP, aloys. it’s – it’s me, we need to go now. please. please wake up. ‘

                he’s everything he isn’t meant to be : limp, a disheveled mess of impermanent dye and gaudy clothing. it’s by luck they haven’t removed his mask yet. ( maybe they want to prolong this, maybe they’re giving that pleasure to his father. ) will his identity stay his father’s hand ? the ‘ thumps ’ of unconscious men rouse him, touch startling him awake. he blinks, staring before tension grips his shoulders. ❛ op ------ gem ? what are you doing here ? ❜ his voice slurs, yet a sharp undertone cuts through. digits grasp for her wrists -- firm, but eternally gentle -- to pull her away, a glance spared to the unconscious guards and broken shackles. ( the answer’s obvious, isn’t it ? the same reason he’d be there, if their situations were reversed. )

        ❛ you have to go. right now. ❜ aloys releases one hand, the other guiding her to the door. it’s a minimal, but clever prison : no windows, no accessible vents, just a single door. armed guard beyond that, no doubt. ❛ did you clear an escape route before you came ? you must’ve gotten in somehow. ❜ there’s a bite to the words he tries to sooth, placing her safety over the scolding burning his throat. ❛ you’re going back that way. ansel’s still here. if he finds you, it’ll be worse. ❜

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❦【 A GF TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD — 】

                        “ what… love? haha, sounds fake, but okay. “

                ERROR ERROR ! ALOYS.EXE NOT FOUND !

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❦【 OPAL — 】

                        was her involvement problematic? him, a warrior of small justice and her – GREED incarnate; is cupids arrow strong enough to keep them from treading different paths? she shouldn’t be involved in his heists; maybe that’s true – maybe thieves should just work alone. shoulders shirk his fingertips, stiffening and constricting against a bandaged shoulder, “ do you really think that – aloys? you can’t just say something like that and expect me to –.. to jump into your waiting arms like a princess. i’m not letting you do something so dangerous on your own so don’t.. don’t be so insensitive. they’re not your heists anymore they’re ours.. – right? “ 

                ❛ ------------ yes. ❜

    to both questions. it’s too late now, anyway ; gem is already on the task force’s radar. hands slip into his pockets, culling the urge to reach for her again, as he gives a tight smile. ❛ they’re our heists .  .  . i just don’t want to be the reason you’re getting hurt. you’re not a liability. ❜ or is she ? maybe it was easier before his attention was divided. ( is that another excuse for being tired of seeing her wounded ? ) should he say sorry again ? ❛ i’m concerned. don’t you worry about me when i get hurt ? do you always want me involved ? i’ve never had someone to lose before. ❜

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The sky is darkening like a stain; / Something is going to fall like rain, / And it won’t be flowers.

W.H. Auden, from The English Auden: Poems, Essays & Dramatic Writings, 1927-1939; “The Two,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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❦【 OPAL — 】

                she eyes her injuries with newfound distaste; guilt bubbles up into the pit of her chest, the same sad feeling of anxiety clawing at her rib cage as he speaks – she hates this, putting him in danger (making him worry more about her than he does himself), yet she can’t stomach the idea of parting with him. red leather glows under the dull moonlight flitting through the second story window as she stretches her arm outward – fingers extending outward with only a slight wince, “ i can move, yeah – i just feel.. weird –.. bad. like.. i should have been more careful, like you shouldn’t have to compromise yourself by mentioning their weapons at all, i’m just – i’m sorry, aloys. “ 

                he reaches for her shoulders, guiding her upright from the crevice serving as their temporary hideaway. ❛ let’s stop apologizing. ❜ it’s unreasonable anyway : ansel, quick - witted as their mother, will ask ‘ why do you want to switch the weapons, ’ yet aloys, so accustomed to a serpent’s tongue, will lie so convincingly. ❛ you shouldn’t be involved in my heists ------ but blame gets us nowhere. i’m glad you’re safe. ❜ lips upturn, comprised of warmth and optimism ( newly acquired with their partnership ), as he peeks around the corner while directing her into the backstreets he’s mapped out many times before. ❛ i have an associate with an apartment nearby. he won’t be around, so we’ll go there to clean up and change. ❜ eyes crinkle, lips stretching more. ❛ want me to carry you like a princess ? ❜

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I want you as I want water, rain crocheting moss from mist, sulfur on the pines’ crooked limbs, hapless as the selkie who hums to herself—

Cynthia Zarin, from “Meltwater,” Orbit: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

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❦【 FATHER STRAUSS — 】

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                            “ you didn’t bring your lovely lady with you today, aloys? i must admit, i’m a bit sad – she’s a keeper, that one, “ carmine is only somewhat jesting – he cannot feel such a vile thing as love, but understands it well; has practiced it in the dark lonely hours of the night. “ ah well, you wanted to speak to me about something? “

                ❛ no, and she’s not my lady. ❜ pretense dictates so ( yet he still wants to gush over her ), their images set in the public sphere. ❛ are you well, father strauss ? i heard the recent chase brought the task force nearby. i wanted to make sure they didn’t damage anything. ❜

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❦【 OPAL — 】

                              “ it’s not your fault, aloys, don’t talk like that. “ her guilt wavers, coming in ebs and flows (washing over her like the morning tide); it is commonplace for him to worry – after all, she’d nearly been shot, but.. that didn’t mean the blame was his to shoulder. he cuts the thread holding torn flesh together haphazardly and she sighs, “ we just – miscalculated, it happens. “ for lack of a better word, she’d always been a bit.. clumsy and – overly flashy. this wasn’t the first time she’d taken a bullet. “ i’m okay, i think, “ she says, rotating her shoulder as he finishes wrapping it, “ a bit achey, and kinda.. lightheaded – yeah. what about you? “

                ❛ me ? no, i’m fine. ❜

    aching muscles, scraps here and there, but preoccupied with the newest of her injuries. ( a moment later, he’ll shift and feel a soreness where a guard jabbed him with a gun handle ------ try to swallow the grimace, the urge to curl over the area ; there are more important things. ) ❛ you’re lightheaded ? can you move ? ❜ though unmasked, they are donned in thief apparel, sporting wounds given to wanted criminals. ( suddenly blond hair feels an inappropriate disguise, bright despite the twilight hour ; his natural auburn might blend better. ) ❛ i should try to have their guns switched out during the next meeting. maybe i can get sel to use something less potent. ❜

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                ❛ ------------ what a day. ❜

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❦【 OPAL — 】

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                              “ ow! “ she snaps, adrenaline still coursing through her veins like fire; her body lurches and twinges, causing muscles to tense and relax almost at random – making it nearly impossible for him to finish stitching her arm in manner that wasn’t.. mediocre. “ are you – almost done? “ one eye is closed, the other barely open as she winces and leans up against her partner, futher baring the needle from her skin. kitsune glowers from beside the pair, and hufffs ‘ you need to be more careful – both of you. ‘ opal sticks her tongue out at the old coot, but knows he’s right. “ i don’t even know where to begin – either someone sold us out or.. we were too careless. “

                ❛ ------------ keep still, opal. ❜

    he cringes, needle poised against her forearm. it’s a lackluster, gruesome job, but will tend marred flesh. ( a hospital is too risky ; the media and task force will be there first. ) ❛ almost. i can’t finish if you squirm. ❜ his forehead presses to her crown, nuzzling briefly before drawing away to continue his work. a hum accompanies their companion’s criticism, the gash prioritized. ❛ given the limited list of people who know our plans, i doubt that. carelessness, however .  .  . that could be. ❜ guilt tints his musing. those flirtatious glances, concerned checks, affectionate pranks, they’re all dangerous on the job. threading skin together again, he cuts the thread and sets to wrapping her arm. ❛ sorry. i distracted you. you wouldn’t have been hit otherwise. ❜ it’s true for him, too, their solo heists without the burden of another. ( yet this is a burden aloys wants to bear, if only he can master shouldering it without causing her harm. ) ❛ how are you feeling ? woozy ? ❜

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                ❛ don’t drink that. it’s wine. ❜ left exposed in an unassuming, unmarked bottle. it’s questionable marketing, really ! plucking the bottle, he cradles it in the crook of his elbow, studiously observing her youthful features. ( doubtfully of drinking age ; that was a close call. ) ❛ there’s some juice over here. ❜

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