S. MORAN

there's a certain irony in the determination of broken men to break others.

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// i'll do my best to get on here to do some drafts either tonight or tomorrow; but for now catch me on groot !  this recharge is going to be really good to seb muse when i get back c: thanks for sticking with me

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CONNIE | saltate

      The agility comes from years of working as “payment collector” for her father and then her brother’s criminal empire. She’d been perfect for the roll because few suspected the woman capable of inflicting enough terror and fear necessary to extract payment and cooperation. She’d excelled however. Yet, Connie hadn’t done that in years. Not since Maverick had turned murderous and she’d fled. Now she was here, faced with the grim realization that Maverick had found her - and her neighbor was willing to kill him.

     That spoke volumes about her neighbor. 

                  “Half-brother actually.”

amusement dawns with an eagerness almost uncharacteristic of him. there’s surely a maelstrom of thoughts, feelings, hypotheticals that are churning, driving shards of conflict deeper into her heart and mind; it is her half-brother, after all–– bound through blood despite the talk of blood to be shed.

      ‘ i’m sure you can correct the technical error yourself––– the question still stands. ’

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UNKNOWN | soliitudo

        her eyes tracked the path he nodded,  the expression on her features making a scowl seem almost kind.   ‘   an’ why th’hell would that be my problem?  they’re not,  an’ i don’t go sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong jus’ ‘cause some posh arrogant twat wants to throw his weight around.  ‘ 

      ‘ don’t tell me you don’t enjoy a good fist fight every now and then––– ’ hatred and exasperation have always been much more efficient at initiating action, for sebastian ( perhaps, it’s his penchant for mischief merely stirred for his own amusement; and a blatant disregard for anyone’s opinion of him. he’s never been caught, after all–––– ) a gentle shrug lifts his shoulders, and he’ll stand with a step that inches him towards the excitement across the way. ‘ guess i’ll have to enjoy it myself. make sure you put your money on me, yeah? ’

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MUTT | guttersniper

           his mouth turns dry. i couldn’t pass for something cute, something sweet, something nice, something happy, something friendly. i’m dirty, i’m skinny, i’m bloody, i’m unkempt, i’m coarse and rough and unkind and rotten and stupid. no one pays any attention to another ugly mongrel stray roaming the streets. in truth, he likes it this way and wouldn’t change it. no envy rests in his heart, no longing for what some may call a better life.

           grudgingly, he takes the shirt into one hand, lets it dangle at his side. ❝ what do i need t’ do. ❞

      ‘ need someone with a tactical mind and an innocent face, kid, so you’re it. premise is: i need the second room on the left, half way down the hall; give me a path. if there aren’t any blind spots, how’d you make one? use that kiddish charm of yours to keep the door open until you figure it out. i’d ask you to do the job for me, but i wouldn’t want to muddy up your clean slate–––– it’s useful, that is. ’

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MORIARTY | morietvr

O H D E A R —there is a small voice in his head which identifies as his very own Jiminy Cricket, telling him ‘no, no don’t hurt the poor man! He mourned you!’ Moriarty squashed that bug beneath his expensive heel && snarled. Broken people made him s o  d a m n  m a d, it’s why his mother ended up SO DAMN DEAD.

The figure of hell incarnate cruelly grabs the boozed up mutt by the hair && drags him towards the bathroom. “You know what we do with the damned, the ones who burn? We drown them. We put out the purifying flames.” –CARL appreciated the sentiment, Moran would too. The tub filled with freezing water && Moriarty quickly plunges the ex-sniper’s face into the shallow water. Uncaring if his nose smashed against the bottom. “’Cuz we want the tainted, we want the lost, we want a man who CAN FIGHT. BACK.”

IT DOESN’T TAKE; not the screaming of the devil when a mind’s used to hearing ghosts, nor the drag of the spider harvesting its prey before its spun into the web. it’s almost too smooth, too slow, the weight that shifts to glide against numbed skin; the sting of porcelain pressing firm against the flushed skin of his chest, with the weight of betrayal settled behind it.

words cloud in his mind ( carl, want, FIGHT–– ) only to dissipate before he can grasp them; and his arm falls short, a pathetic attempt that barely ripples across the water’s surface. water seeps through the holes in his consciousness–– there are bubbles, a steady stream that peters out with a tortured seizing of sebastian’s shoulders and coarsely gargled protest.

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LADY DOOR | porticosdaughter

                 “ ‘course you wouldn’t.” The taste of soap in her mouth is still a bit strong for her liking, and no amount of crinkling her nose and swallowing seems to be doing the trick. If he hadn’t been there ( and already finding her dislike for the stuff amusing enough ), she would have attempted to spit into a kleenex and gagged a little. But somehow she knows that sort of display will only come back to HAUNT her later on.

——– Not unlike the fact she’s just told him she keeps a steady stock of salt & vinegar crisps in her flat. She accepts the parsley with a scowl and pops it into her tote before pretending a cut vine of tomatoes is far more interesting. “I’ve already got a bodyguard, don’t think I can’t get someone to protect my Walkers stash.”

      enjoy the relative freedom while it lasts, is the phrase that loops in his mind as she turns to pick more produce. he’ll thank her later, for the daily meals that sate his appetite ( not an easy task, as anyone who knew him would agree–– ). but for now, there's a simple few steps away to browse another store, staying close on his watchful leash, in the relative danger of open space. vigilance is what will keep her safe, he knows.

    ‘ i wouldn’t doubt you for a second–– although, technically, your father hired me first. ’

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MORAN | colmcran

‘ i know that; doesn’t exactly mean i like people TOUCHING them. took me a bit to even get the blood off that knife, surprisingly. ‘

‘ knives––– that’s excessively intimate of you. not in the company of london’s new jack the ripper, am i? ’

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DR WATSON | watsonofagun

           “—Being a dick won’t make yours any bigger.”

      ‘ does mean you get two dicks for the price of one–––– which is probably more dick than you’ve gotten in your life, yeah? ’

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UNKNOWN | nearbelfast

     there is a roll of eyes that shine a grassy sort of green in the low light and a telling curve of her mouth and he may not be the most subtle of men but there is something undoubtedly charming about the way that he seems to press on, unconcerned with matters such as the PROPRIETY of it all. there is a hand held out for him to take, far more gentle, perhaps, than such a man might arguably deserve. old habits die hard.  “ i’ve got loads. i think you’ll be real impressed. ”

      ‘ store them in the linen cupboard back at your place, do you? ’ he’s playing with FIRE–– and she warns him about it, in the glimmer of a gaze sharp enough to slice through deceit; the softness to her touch he’s no intention to reciprocate. but he’ll play, because the edge of her fire flickers warm and tempting across his skin, and because he’s always liked a challenge.  ‘ if that’s an invitation, i’ll be happy to oblige. ’

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CUTE | ofcourseshesbetter

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“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She had seen the guy staring at her a few times around campus, seen him at a couple of parties. Typical ‘ladies man’. There she was, just trying to study, keep her mind off her job, and yet this guy had to be looking over at her, clearly wanting more. “What do you want?”

he oozes charm, moves with a confidence carried alongside the pride of an athlete; charm that flows smooth in a flicker of a gaze to meet hers, in a spark that lights behind darkened eyes in suggestion. it’d be considered negligent of him to ignore such a polite invitation, wouldn’t it? ‘ if i give you my number, will you send me some instead? ’