#Pretty Bitch

❝I Want To Know W h y, Yes; Sometimes You Can't Tell WHAT Happened Unless You Know WHY.❞ Doctor Daniel Harrow + Father + Genius / Savant + Forensic Pathologist + Eccentric + Misanthrope + Better Than Fairley + Pavich's Favourite ❝I Stole Your Penis.. But You Can Have It Back.❞ Indie Daniel Harrow Private Established: 02 / 2018 Written By: Smeagol #Voxmcrtuis

[voxmcrtuis]

Gavril:

One of the flame haired SRI officer’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at his Welsh/Australian cousin, "What on earth are you going on about now?" He asked before holding the door of the autopsy room Harrow had been assigned. It was rare but both him and Vladimir had been sent to assist the Australians. Hoffman was there as a doctor and law investigator and Llewelyn was sent because he was trained in weaponry and ballistics.

❝ Fairley, ❞ He scoffed, his tired eyes rolling so hard it was indeed a miracle they hadn't tumbled out of his skull. ❝ He's been in a mood all bloody morning. ❞ Now, Daniel may very well have been the sole catalyst of that mood.. but he certainly wasn't going to admit to anything of the sort without a fight. ❝ -- Anyway, all but one of the bullets I've removed from the victim are completely unidentifiable. Even the one I've managed to save is in awful shape. ❞

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Grandfather:

Daniel knew him better than that... Vladimir rarely raised his voice and that’s what normally scared the shit out of people and put empires on notice. He simply screwed the top of the pen he was using to fill out dispatches and slowly set it down as he sat back in his chair.

Tough crowd. ❝ -- I know we had this very lengthy, very involved conversation about totally cutting off ALL forms of communication for months on end, especially after I got shot, but.. ❞ He shrugged. ❝ Anyway, I'm here and I'm trying to do the whole socializing thing, so.. ❞

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[voxmcrtuis]

[ • i hate doing this, but i've decided to drop all of the threads i had going here. and anything that's in my ask probably won't be answered. • i've also shed some verses i had for Daniel, and i'll probably get rid of a few more before i'm done.. i dunno yet. ]

[voxmcrtuis]

❛ Now I have the chance to do more than kill you once. Now, I will take away everything that you hold dear. Everything you love. EVERYTHING that makes your life worth living. ❜

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[voxmcrtuis]

❝ 'E will be disappointed. I t’ink ‘e already picked out ‘is tie for your funeral, ❞ she said, removing her glasses and looking up from the report she’d been busy typing with a skeptically raised eyebrow. She narrowed her eyes, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, eyeing him with the beginnings of a wicked grin. ❝ I t’ink abou’ wha’ outfit I’ll wear to your funeral sometimes bu’ I can never decide between my red Louboutin pigalles or ‘de gold foil Manolo Blahnicks... or maybe ‘de strappy alligator skin Jimmy Choos. ❞

❝ Mnmn, my work here is done. Now that I've ruined Fairley's plans once more, I can steal away and not return for.. however long I bloody well feel like. ❞ He hummed, then perched himself precariously on the edge of the desk, Cupid's bow lips sporting the ghost of a pout before they were parted by a displeased scoff. ❝ -- They're all hideous, and I would not hesitate to haunt you for daring to wear any of them. ❞

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As it turns out, agreeing to a favor ever before knowing exactly what in entailed was a horrible idea. Daniel knew this but oh Paul was his best friend and so of course he’d agreed to it and partially it was so he could get the conversation to end. Just a simple favor he just had to introduce himself to a new guest lecturer. As far as he could tell that didn’t entail anything else then a cup of tea or coffee from the kiosk on campus. Little did Pierce know, the dean may have actually been trying to get Daniel to make a new friend, something about the two Daniels having a similar something about them. 

“Paul tells me you work with dead people,” Pierce said abruptly, coming up from behind Harrow. This was not really the best way to make himself present but the thought hadn’t occurred to him until after. “Sorry, I’m Dr. Pierce,” he added as a last thought, clutching his briefcase bag to his chest to show he had no intention on shaking the man’s hand.

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He'd no interest in making ' friends '; the very LAST thing he wanted was to be getting cozy with any of his new colleagues.. but he'd been goaded - all but threatened, really - into this meeting with Dr. Pierce.. because this wasn't Queensland and he'd no one genuinely on his side as of yet, he'd had no choice but to acquiesce. ( Under a great deal of duress, he might add. )

❝ -- Yes, I'm a Forensic Pathologist. ❞ He muttered, dark brows furrowed ever so slightly. ❛ Did he also tell you that I prefer them?? ❜ At least the dead were curteous enough to refrain from very nearly causing him a heart attack.... ❝ Dr. Harrow. ❞ His own introduction was offered as he slid his hands into his pockets, having had no intentions of shaking hands to begin with. ❝ The Dean tells me you're a Professor of Neuroscience, ❞ At least that was interesting.

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                There were knots of nervous tension winding itself together into very tight clumps on the inside of Harry’s stomach as he clutched at the strap of his heavy bag of books and made his way towards his next class at a quickened pace. No one seemed to believe that he didn’t put his name into of the goblet of fire— and only the Gryffindor students seemed to be happy about him actually being chosen for the tournament. The rest of Hogwarts suddenly seemed to turn on him quicker than when the chamber of secrets had been opened and a giant basilisk had been terrorizing the castle during his second year.

                Harry did his best to ignore the badges reading ‘Potter stinks’ being flashed at him from every direction as he passed. But the more and more he saw them, the harder it was for him to ignore. His face was flushed and angry by the time that he accidentally ran into something solid. “Er— Sorry.” He looked up and his green eyes widened out of surprise. “Dad?” He hadn’t expected to see him there at Hogwarts and certainly not that quickly. “You’ve heard, haven’t you?”

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He'd seen waves of those damned badges himself as he'd made his way through the castle's familiar halls - needing no help whatsoever in positioning himself perfectly - ensuring there was no possible way Harry could slip by him. To say they'd pissed him off would be, perhaps, the single most egregious understatement in the annals of mankind... but these were children; he'd no choice but to behave himself around them. ( As it was, no one was more aware of the fact he shouldn't be there than him - even w i t h Dumbledore's permission. ) Amazingly enough, he hadn't recognized Harry as being the one rushing toward him, likely because his focus was torn between dancing through a tide of students and desperately trying to figure out what he was going to say when he had the opportunity. -- ❝ Harry, ❞ Convenient... His hands rose to rest on his son's shoulders for a moment, taking the opportunity to look him over. ( He looked whole, physically. There were no injuries of any sort that he could see... but the look on his face was concerning enough. ) ❝ I've heard. ❞ He confirmed, then lowered his hands and glanced around them. ❝ You're not going to class, because we need to talk. As a matter of fact, you're excused from classes for the rest of the day if I think it's necessary - compliments of Dumbledore himself. ❞

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[voxmcrtuis]

bold what applies to your muse. italicized = verse dependent / used to apply / loosely applies / rarely applies. PLACE IN SOCIETY. financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. class or caste: upper / middle ( upper ) / working / slave / unsure. education: qualified / unqualified / studying. criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no. FAMILY. married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed. has a child or children / has no children / wants children. close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s). TRAITS + TENDENCIES. extroverted / introverted / in between. disorganized / organized / in between. close minded / open-minded / in between. calm / anxious / in between. disagreeable / agreeable / in between. cautious / reckless / in between. patient / impatient / in between. outspoken / reserved / in between. leader / follower / in between. empathetic / unemphatic / in between. optimistic / pessimistic / realistic. traditional / modern / in between. hard-working / lazy / in between. cultured / un-cultured / in between. loyal / disloyal / in between. faithful / unfaithful / unknown. BELIEFS. monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic. belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious. philosophical: yes / no. OPINIONS. pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence. pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence. pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence. pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence. left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence. SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION. heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / demisexual / asexual / pansexual / omnisexual. sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable. romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable. sexually: adventurous / experienced / neutral / inexperienced / curious. potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all. potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all. ABILITIES. combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. HABITS. drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

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Ashley then smiled sadly at Daniel since he seemed to not be able to understand that Vladimir and Lada were fiercely protective of him and wouldn’t just give out his phone number before grabbing her coffee and heading back to the ER. After Vladimir got Harrow on his feet and to the hotel where he got Dan into bed and just simply let his grandson cuddle up with him if he needed it but also made sure the younger man stayed in bed and got some much need sleep. True to his word Vladimir Hoffman came to the hotel straight from his shift that evening bearing his cousin’s favorite takeaway and a bottle of his favorite alcohol, “You actually look human for once.” The officer said with a teasing grin as Dan let him in but then became deadly serious. “I’m sorry I got grandfather involved but you were either about to drop or have a heart attack or make a serious mistake on a case.” He was of course speaking from experience considering he was just as stubborn.

He certainly didn't feel human, despite the sleep he'd been forced to get, and some small part of him had been tempted to shut the door right in Vladimir's face in repayment for the stunt he'd pulled... but he didn't. ( Because he knew, only too well, that he would have done the very same. And he'd thought about it more than once since he'd arrived, and had begun actually working cases with Vladimir - as opposed to being relegated strictly to the hospital morgue, or to the run-of-the-mill autopsies they'd started him out with at the Precinct. ) Instead of responding immediately and succeeding only in pissing Vladimir off, he simply affixed him with a hard, narrow-eyed stare and lips pursed in undeniable displeasure before closing the door behind him. ❝ -- It's fine. ❞ Not that he would dare put this into words, but... it wasn't as though Vladimir had been wrong. ( Daniel knew his limits. He knew just how far he'd pushed them, and how much further his inhuman determination could take him past them... and he knew his body, which meant he was w e l l aware of how much he'd been struggling - but there was no way in hell he would have let up, or said anything about it. ) ❝ But if you're ever tempted to do it again.. try a sledghammer and leaving me where I drop, instead, so no one has to haul me around like a worn out crash test dummy. ❞

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Fern:

She played with the edge of the menu as she opened it to look it over. ❝Or ever,❞ she muttered. But, there was a relief in her tone, in the way her shoulders seemed to lose a little bit of the tension they’d been holding. That would be too much for her just then; she was just settling into some kind semi-normal life without totally breaking down. But, with her dad willing to not go down that road, Fern felt a little better. ( And her mum really wondered why she’d always found it easier to be with her dad, to talk to him. Fern loved her mum dearly, and would still do anything for her, but, things were just easier with her dad, always had been. He understood her in ways that her mum never had. ) Despite herself, a small but genuine smile tugged at her lips. ❝So, this isn’t a bribe?❞ she asked, flicking her eyes up to him and then around the restaurant. It had been a long time since they’d been there. It had been her favorite when she was younger, though, for the life of her now, she couldn’t see why. ❝This place hasn’t changed at all.❞

Well.. the subject would have to be broached eventually, even if all that happened was her telling him she had no desire to attend University - it'd have to come up, but not here. Not now, and not any time soon. ( He might've made that clearer, were she not quite so fickle - not that he didn't understand her reasoning for it, but it had been so difficult to regain even this much of her trust, and after everything with Chester and Callan on top of that... he just wasn't willing to risk driving another wedge between them. Not even one of the more typical, teenage rebellion type that are generally forgotten soon enough. )

❝ -- Not necessarily a bribe, no, but I suppose you could look at it as an incentive?? One that might make having to put up with me just a little easier. ❞ He mused, though it wasn't all jest... he wished it were. He wished he didn't have to feel this way, but.. was it not, in the end, mostly his own fault?? ❝ Mn, I'd like to think it h a s changed, even if only slightly.. it'd be awful if they never cleaned the place, you know. ❞ He'd never really seen the attraction for her, either, but then.. he'd a strange relationship with food and all restaurants were subject to his utter indifference. ( Save O N E. )

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Vianca:

❝ Like a stray dog, ❞ she said with a smile. ❝ scruffy bu’ cute. ❞ No more jokes to delay the moment she’d been dreading, better to just pull the trigger and deal with whatever fallout there might be. If he didn’t feel the same way then there was nothing she could do about it; she’d simply have to accept it. ❝ No, it wasn’t a mistake, ❞ she replied, her lips thinning to a nervous line as she toyed with her fingers in her lap. ❝ I do, I love you. I was ‘yast scared. I was afraid you wouldn’ say it back, ‘dat you didn’ love me too. I feel… gullible, naive… like I fall in love too quickly, like maybe I woul’ scare you off…. ‘An ‘den, I felt like it wasn’t fair to say it to you when I was so far away, when we wouldn’ be able to talk abou’ it. I mean… ‘dat ‘es somet’ing you shoul’ say to a person’s face, no’ t’rough a text, an’ definitely no’ when you’re abou’ to be completely unavailable for ‘de next hour. It was precisely because I was under duress ‘dat I said it ー my true feelings came out ー not only abou’ you, bu’ in ‘de interview as well. It felt like ‘de firs’ time I ‘ad really spoken my mind in so long… an’ I’yam no used to people liking when I speak my mind. It seems like ‘dey usually prefer when I stay quiet… so I apologized. ❞

With a heavy, unsteady sigh, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone and immediately slid his thumb across the screen to unlock it. ( Again, he wasn't good with these emotional conversations, and Stephanie had doubted his ability to feel anything so vehemently in the past that it seemed he would be better off if he had proof of what he intended to say next. ) ❝ -- I wanted to, ❞ He said simply, pulling up the list of drafted messages - all those he'd wanted to send, but had refrained from after her hasty apology, then stood and held his phone out to her so she could see them for herself. ❝ I didn't mind the way you said it. At least you'd said it, and I was okay with that, until you apologized and made me think you regretted it. That you hadn't meant it. -- I was willing to go on as though it hadn't happened for as long as you could stand it... part of me even felt like that's all I deserved. I don't think I could have blamed or hated you for it if it had been a mistake. ❞

He paused, his phone still extended, and his blurred gaze lowered. ❝ I'm pretty gullible, myself. It doesn't take a hell of a lot for me to fall in love. Really it doesn't. And as for naïevté, well... I've got that, too. In spades, no less. -- Fear?? I spent fifteen years married to a woman that didn't understand me, who wouldn't help me try to understand her.. and came to regret any love she'd ever had for me as a result of our mutual lack of understanding. That's what I'M afraid of. Going through anything like that again... I couldn't help but think that's what was happening with us. ❞ ❝ -- But, I do love you. I have loved you.. and I've been waiting a long time to say it. ❞