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>> should probably mention i've been / am continuing to be on a semi-hiatus for a while

got busy and also caught up in my troy blog

But she kept calm, unlike him, and rolled her eyes a little before she leaned her hip to the side a little. Wasn’t the first time Mary was called the Crooked Man’s puppet, a term that would fall oh too often, yet was so far from reality, she could only smile at those who used it so lightly, determined to be right about it.

❝ You’re right. I knew what I was doing, dear. So what? I ain’t give a shit, I had my fun, and that’s enough for me. ❞

triptramputee

Eyes glittering darkly, the man stepped forward, head raised in challenge and irritation. If she kept talking shit, Gren knew he'd get even angrier, and lash out - it was just something that happened. He lost his temper, shed his glamour, and shit happened. It was a pattern that repeated on and on and on - cost him his arm, got him shot, and yet all he could think about afterwards was how furious he was.

"I think you should quit talkin' shit if you don't wanna get that pretty face'a yours all fucked up, bitch."

#feedinglungs #/HAHA THIS IS SO LATE EXCUSE ME #/i was on a hiatus sort of #/i still sorta am too #/a semi one #/i was too focused on troy and then i also got super busy #/i'll try to return to gren-gren as soon as possible #/so sorry this took so long rolls away in shame

kissthegirlsmakethemcry

"An’ what exactly am I supposed to bloody change?"

The club owner — former club owner, he reminded himself, with no small amount of disgust — scoffed and rested both shoulders against the wall behind him, arms crossed over his skinny chest.

"This was the change. Supposed to be a new start, wasn’t it? An’ fuckin’ look at us now.”

His expression darkened again as he glared across the room, at nothing in particular, but rather the circumstances he found himself facing now.

"Doesn’t matter we were just tryin’ to figure a better way. Aye, so we fucked up, but who ‘asn’t?"

A sudden vicious curl of his lip bared his teeth, his fists clenching against his arms as he looked up again.

"An’ now she’s dead!”

triptramputee

"That's your own 'bloody' fault, Georgie!"

Anger overflowing, he slammed the other man against the wall again, lips curled into a feral snarl. The pimp's 'woe is me' attitude was getting on his nerves; he could spare a few instances of pity for the guy, but there was a limit, especially considering he killed Lily.

He killed Lily.

"If you'd stop the pity party for one fucking second, maybe you could own up to what you did!" He absolutely refused to forgive this fucker, no matter how much he might feel bad for him.

And then, just as he thought to turn around and leave this asshole to his misery, the words hit him like a truck.

"She's dead!"

He didn't know who Georgie was talking about, but the sheer pain in his voice told him that 'she' had been just as important as Holly was to him. And the shakiness of the man's tone nearly made his heart stop, a strange empty feeling hitting his chest.

Frowning, he let go of Georgie, his gaze falling. There wasn't much to say - but he still felt he should offer something. After a moment, he mumbled, "Who, Georgie?"

#kissthegirlsmakethemcry

feedinglungs

❝ Have worked for. ❞

Frankly, she sure wouldn’t work for a guy that has been turned into a crow now, imprisoned in a little cage, abandoned to a farm full of fables that couldn’t afford a glamour.

triptramputee

"I ain't buying that you were a puppet, too. Georgie? I could see. Guy was dumb enough to get tangled in that shit. But I'd say you knew exactly what you were doin', Mary."

And for that, he couldn't think of her as anyone else but his enemy.

#feedinglungs #/gomen so late

>> i've been feeling a little overshadowed by other grens lately so i've been focusing more on my troy blog

but!!! i'm not giving up i love gren so i'm gonna try to be more active

#ooc

triptramputee

The one-armed Fable smirked, almost devilishly. “Hey, I probably could lift a car. Maybe not glamoured, but still.” He had no doubts he could if he was in his true form - it would be like a fucking feather.

"Well if it’s not my, uh, amputation here, what is it?” He looked back at her, quirking a brow curiously. It probably was just pride, and embarrassment, but he wondered if it was something else. Best not to dwell on it (not like he would for very long, anyway).

As he took a step forward, he used his arm to push her up on his back more, just to get a better grip on her. “Where to, miss?” he asked with a smirk.

lamentis-a-blog

[ Vivian rolled her eyes, trying (and likely failing) to keep the amusement from her face as she imagined what a rampaging Grendel would look like — throwing some mundane bastard’s car down the street or something. ]

“We both know you could, but, ah, let’s not test that, yeah? I’d be stupid to write you off as incapable. The problem here is just — … I’m embarrassed, okay?”

“Like I said, I look silly.”

[ At least she could find it in herself to be honest. Huffing, good-naturedly, at least, she blew a strand of hair from her face and quickly draped her arms over his shoulders once he pushed her up. As ridiculous as she felt, she wasn’t about to let herself fall off his back now that she was there.

Trying to ignore his smirk, for the sake of assuming he wasn’t finding this hilarious at her expense, she sighed. ]

“Well, sir, my apartment is just a few blocks from here so… Just keep walking straight until I tell you to turn. There’s a little pharmacy that stays open all night on the way there, too… Guess we should probably make a stop so I can get something to wrap my ankle with. Never keep that stuff ready at home anymore.”

triptramputee

He snorted; embarrassment? That was never a problem for him - as far back as he could remember, actually. He and his mother were the only creatures in the Homelands that looked like they did, and he never really felt ashamed for being a monster - and what the mundies thought was even less of a concern to him. Flashing her a smirk, he asked, "Who cares what you look like?" In case she didn't notice, he had a scar across his face, a milky white eye, and was missing an arm. To non-Fables, he probably looked only slightly less monstrous than his true form.

Besides, Vivian looked fine - even if she was in a (seemingly) embarrassing position on his back. He chuckled again, keeping her steady with his arm and glancing back to respond to her.

"Sounds good enough. Pharmacy and then apartment." If that was where the lady wanted to go, he wasn't going to protest. He was already doing the favor - might as well finish it.

With no further comment, he made his way slowly forward, moving cautiously so he didn't drop her.

#madehercry #/omg it's okay!!#/i'm glad you've released this thread from hostage #/i was worrying about the ransom

triptramputee

"Y’know, I’d probably take your little poetry shit philosophy more seriously if you hadn’t been workin’ for the guy who killed one of my best friends."

feedinglungs

❝ You sure about that? ‘cause I would know if I’ve been working for a piece of shit like Georgie, dear. Get your fact’s straight before opening that big mouth of yours, how ‘bout that? ❞

triptramputee

"Cut the shit."

His patience level was usually low, anyway, but with Mary it became even more so - understandable, really, given the little conflict Fabletown had just gotten past.

"Think we both know Georgie was just a puppet to the crooked bastard - who you do work for."

#feedinglungs #/smh mary

triptramputee

”Well, you ain’t wrong…”

feedinglungs

❝ ‘course I’m not! And between us, Grendel, that’s a little rule I live by. ❞

triptramputee

"Y'know, I'd probably take your little poetry shit philosophy more seriously if you hadn't been workin' for the guy who killed one of my best friends."

#feedinglungs #/ayooooo mary