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here’s a quick rundown ; i’ll be away in england for a while over the end of the month / start of next month. i’ll be leaving very very very early in the morning on the 27th and will be back sometime before monday, the 8th of august. i will most probably have internet for the first half of this holiday because I’ll be visiting a friend ( hi @detectiveright​ / @pondran​ / tammy, lookin’ at u ) but after that i’ll be heading to gloucestershire to visit family and will have NO ACCESS to the internet, not even skype. meaning, yes, you’ll have to be without me for a few days, sorry, congratulations ! i’ll do my best to queue up some drafts on all of my current, active blogs ( i.e. dancestill, urlofpreston, and warp10 ) and i’ll be working on bringing back corvns so that it’s semi-ready to go when i get back. i’ll maybe reblog some memes or stuff that you can send in whilst i’m travelling and such, but likely i won’t get anything done till i return. peace out homies ! stay safe.

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wild hearts cannot be easily tamed. //

    the tone of the man makes the points of mutt’s ears to     grow hot ( shame – ? no. embarrassment – ? no. even     he isn’t sure why ), but they were fortuitously masked by     the lengths of ragged, unruly hair atop his head. mutt had     to admit that the man had determination, but he wouldn’t     voice that out loud. ❝ i’ does ‘eal. i just chew ‘m lip a lot,     and i’ comes back, ❞ he didn’t see why it was such a big     deal, but then again, adults made things much larger than     they should be.

    ❝ why d’ya care in th’ first place – ? ❞ voice grows      resonant at the question. he supposes some ‘ you     look tired ‘ or whatever bullshit that’ll come out is     next, but he has ammunition placed on his tongue,     ready to fire ( pretty good shot, kid. i’ve practiced ).

                     Now, there’s a question he had been expecting from the start. Why does he care ? There’s many answers that he could give the boy in front of him -------- that he cares because it pains him to see others so helpless, that he cares because he merely wishes to feel useful. Maybe he cares because he hates to see innocence lost. But, truthfully, it all boils down to one very pure motivation. He wishes the world a better place, and there’s only so many ways one can hope to achieve that.

                  ❛    I care because there are many others out there that won’t. And that is disgusting.    ❜

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little soldier boy, your gaze so cold, your swing so mean. you play with knives, weapons and dreams. the night captures us, the cold sets in our bones, we are left alone. little soldier boy, your heart is frozen, you breathe out ice. you play with lives, death and memories. you keep treading the line so fine between martyrdom and lies. the past kills you, every single time, yet you are reborn in the night. little soldier boy, when will you remember, this is not who you were. now you just kill without remorse and dread the morning light. little soldier boy, where was your innocence lost – ? // written by laney.

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wild hearts cannot be easily tamed. //

  ❝ do ya’ know wha’ sarcasm means, ❞ not a question, no a     demand. ❝ i told’ja that in ‘opes ya’ would leave ‘m alone.❞     wary mind waits, breath unwittingly held. it shook him that     a stranger was so set upon talking to a dirty street urchin     thiefmurdererliar he didn’t even know, and on such a topic.     jesus christ, kid, you’ll get scurvy, says someone else’s     voice in his head but he can scarcely tell the many     someones apart anymore. ❝ ‘m lips ‘ave always been split. ❞ 

                   ❛    Yes, I know what it means. And your use of it is precisely the reason I’m sat here.    ❜  Oh, he could sit there for a while and explain his meaning. He could sit there for a while talking about defence mechanisms, of those who use sarcasm to avoid their problems ---- because they’re scared, or incapable of dealing with them correctly. But he figures the boy wouldn’t care to listen to it. Hands come together to rest in his lap as he meets the others gaze -- only warmth and compassion shone behind near golden eyes.

                   ❛    Perhaps, but split lips can be healed... if you take care of them, or let someone help you take care of them.    ❜

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wild hearts cannot be so easily tamed. //

   ❝ goddamn …– ❞ it’s not spoken at full volume, more so      exhaled like a breath than anything else. even mutt, who’s     kindness and empathy were like free spirits, raw and     untamed, knew it was not a smart decision to coax     someone to talk about traumatic experiences unless     they brought it up. he stands, looking eye to eye now.     ❝ i don’t talk about tha’ shit t’ just anyone. shut up. ❞     he’s at a loss for words, and that was unusual. 

    His gaze follows the other’s movements, a brow raised --------- it hadn’t exactly been his goal to antagonize the boy, but it seemed that his best efforts to avoid it had been more or less for naught. He doesn’t react negatively, though ; the younger may be riled, and worked up, but his own voice remains gentle, calm.  ❛    Like I said before, you needn’t tell me anything you don’t want to. I made that quite clear.    ❜

                    ❛    But, I may remind you that you were the one who suggested I ask about it... if you didn’t want to talk about it, why would you mention it at all ? Are you sure it does not way heavy on your heart... ? Whatever the case, I-------    ❜   there’s a small pause, contemplative, as he reconsiders his words. A small tut escapes him as lips part once more.  ❛    Just... try not to let it destroy you. Like that lip of yours ; things can get worse when left untreated.   ❜

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a quick temper makes a fool. //

Blinking a few times at the stranger, quirking a dark brow at the other. 

 ❝ What didn’t he do? I guess if ya’ lookin’ for a more reasonable ansaw’ he slept with my best friend an’ her sista’.  ❞

             A hint of surprise crosses his features, lips part in pretense to a response ------ she holds nothing back, clearly.

            ❛   I suppose he does deserve it... but he’s clearly not the only one to blame -- will your friend receive the same treatment ?  ❜

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wild hearts cannot be easily tamed. //

    his eyes narrow, lips parting, eyes widening slightly in a     disbelieving facial expression. it was so strange to know     that there were people out there who were comfortable with     sharing information about themselves past their name ;     there where times where he hadn’t even given that. mutt     was all a lie, anyway. a nickname adopted to take the place     of his real name. nobody knew the difference, and it intended     on keeping it that. ❝ i ‘ave no family, ❞ you have the men. i     have no family. ❝ … ya’ just woundn’t …– get it. ❞

                     ❛    Wouldn’t I... ? I beg to differ.    ❜  A faint smile creeps across his expression as his eyes turn upon the kid once more. He wouldn’t be able to relate through experience, that is for certain ----- but it’s his job to understand people, it’s his job to empathize, to sympathize, to comprehend how others think and feel. He would hardly be a good detective if he couldn’t understand how people worked.

                     ❛    You may be surprised.    ❜

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wild hearts cannot be easily tamed. //

    the close proximity causes him to move away ( don’t touch     me, don’t touch me, donttouchmedonttouchmedont ), and he     brings his knees up against his chest, wrapping scrawny arms     around them. ❝ i don’t ‘ave t’ tell ya’ anything. ❞ i don’t like     talking about it. ❝ i don’t spill all t’ random men. ❞ i hardly     spill all to people i know. the boy looks over at danny, his     eyes remembering. why did he even mention this – ? some     days, he wishes he had been killed by the fortunate bullet     that had hit him that night as he pilfered dead bodies. he can     still hear the harsh german laughter from harsh german     lungs. ❝ go interview a movie star or some shit. ❞ forget     about the internal wounds that the men and woman who     fought have. WHO THE BOY IN FRONT OF YOU HAS.

          ❛    No, you don’t have to tell me anything ----------     ❜  And he would not force the younger to speak any words that he didn’t want to say. Amber eyes find the floor in front of him for a moment, a thoughtful expression etched into his features. The truth is, he just doesn’t like to watch people suffer ; a firm belief held within him is that anyone can be brought back from the depths of whatever stormy waters they find themselves in. And he only wants to help ( if he can. ) Especially the innocent, and the young, the ones who deserve it the most. Eyes lift once more, gaze cast into the distance ---- away from the other.

                      ❛    But, if, on the off chance there is something you want to say -------- or need to... I’ll listen. I, personally, always find its easier to talk to a stranger than a friend or family ; helps you get something off your chest without them having to stick around to remind you of it.    ❜ 

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wild hearts cannot be easily tamed. //

    ❝ noble – ? ❞ war’s got fuck all with being noble. never being     one to hold back comments, mutt’s voice is unbothered as he     admits what he was doing in the three years or so before the     one right now.❝ ‘f ya’ want t’ ‘ear a noble story from ‘m, ask     how i escaped from a fuckin’ nazi ‘olding ‘m captive. ❞

        His frown grows a little more ; not because of the other’s standoffish attitude, though. It grows in concern. It’s intriguing just how war affects everyone differently, and yet its also so disheartening when those who are young are also affected. Often, more so than the old. A majority of people had their war stories now, it was no longer as rare as it should be.

           The detective moves without a word, silence aside from the sound of his steps, and he sits down beside the boy.  ❛    Do you want to tell me about it ?    ❜

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on february the 21st, 1919, alexander daniel lloyd was born to a mother ( florence winslow ) and father ( william lloyd ) in the south west of england. he lived in the countryside, out of the way of cities, though his family were lucky enough to own a  vehicle for transport so they were not completely cut off from society. his mothers side of the family were well-off, wealthy, musical, and his father’s side a highly educated family, focused on endeavors with the sciences. for a few years, it was just the three of them and the house maid. often referred to be his family as alex, he spent most of his days exploring the fields and forests around his house, sometimes journeying with his family to visit friends and neighbors in the surrounding area. other times he sat alone in his room, reading books till far past his bed time. he also had a natural talent for music, like his mother, and occasionally practiced piano under his mother’s tutelage. when he was five years old, however, one night his father vanished. his mother assumed he had simply upped and left -- those two were often arguing, or unhappy in each other’s presence, scornful of each other’s actions. though, without more information to work with, still young, alex was certain that there was something more to be discovered behind the surface ------ that maybe his father had never intended to leave, not for so long. his mother saw his beliefs as a form of denial, and shrugged off his suspicions frequently until he started keeping those things to himself.

the rest of his childhood was very normal, happy -- he made a few close friends at school, though occasionally teased by other students for his more sensitive, caring side, or laughed at for his curious, adventurous spirit. it never bothered him too much, however, and he saw fit to simply ignore them and concentrated on his studies instead. his firm belief in the unsolved mystery behind his father’s disappearance carried him to interests in law which he continued on to study in higher education. he proved himself as an intelligent and outstanding addition to the local police force for a few years, though never reaching as high as he could be, mostly due to his young age. it was around the age of nineteen - twenty that alexander was given his furry companion -- bentley -- as a puppy, from a family friend ( a spinster with one too many dogs to count. ) then came the war, thankfully with his position on the police force, he managed to avoid conscription for a few months after the war started and soon moved to america to further his career with more potential job opportunities in the early 1940s. he moved with his mother, who lived with him for a year or two before moving into her own apartment. he joined a small police force in new york, and remained there for four years. and though drafted during the war, was never actually called upon for service. he left the police force in 1944, his reason for leaving was a result of a case and the loss of a close friend and colleague. his partner, in fact -- following the trail of a suspected murderer, alex’s ( now more often referred to as “danny” by his co-workers ) partner was shot in the stomach, and that night he died in danny’s arms. motivated to close the case in his colleague’s honour, danny tracked down the criminal responsible and had him convicted before leaving the force ; becoming a private detective.

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TRAITS THE SIGNS KEEP HIDDEN

Aries: Romantic, compassionate and sensitive. They prefer to hide their more gentle and reserved side with their fiery energy, but in reality, they've got a pronounced dreaminess, filled with fantasies, illusions, and vague emotions. They come across as far more aggressive and bold than they actually are. They have a tendency to internalize their sensitivity, which makes them feel isolated and lonely.

Taurus: Determined, energetic, and assured. Although at first they seem laid-back and relaxed, once they've set their minds to something, they are headstrong, full of verve and passion. They can easily take charge of a situation, but they doubt themselves and doubt their capabilities. Instead, they often use their courage for supporting the underdog, those with no voice. They have a tendency to internalize their anger, which results in short bursts of impulsiveness and agitation.

Gemini: Calming, grounded, and sensual. Gemini may at first come across as scatter-brained and disoriented, yet they're far more stable than they appear. Though subject to volatile mood swings, these are usually temporary. They have the ability to separate themselves from their emotions, making them more rational and level-headed. They have a deep desire for stability, but by internalizing it, they often end up clinging to the past or pursuing materialistic desires they don't truly want.

Cancer: Intelligent, clever, and quick-witted. Though Cancer is often portrayed as extremely emotional, they're much more logical than they appear. They can be very quick-witted and creative when they're by themselves, but they have a hard time expressing their ideas to others. Cancer has a tendency of concealing their thoughts and plans to others, but overemphasize their emotions instead. They can reveal too much personal, emotional information about themselves while not telling others what they're actually thinking.

Leo: Sensitive, generous, and loyal. Leo may first come across as open and confident, but they have a great deal of emotional depth which they find difficult to show. They form deep emotional attachments, resulting in integrity and loyalty to those they care for. They're generous and devoted, but have difficulty expressing their own emotions, despite their sensitivity. As a result, they may become guarded and hypersensitive, and therefore unable to share their empathy with others.

Virgo: Willful, self-sufficient, and powerful. A stereotypical Virgo comes across as quiet and analytical, but in reality, Virgo has a great deal of willpower. Behind the scenes, there's a strong leadership potential, a potency in personality that is influential and admirable. There's a great deal of pride in this position, but there's also inhibition. Despite feeling proud of their achievements, they feel uncomfortable in the spotlight- resulting in feeling torn between basking in the limelight and shying away from it.

Libra: Critical, devoted, and thoughtful. Very often, a Libra seems at best, friendly and charming, or at worst, superficial and unreliable. Libra actually is very thoughtful and eloquent, spending a great deal of time on formulating their thoughts and opinions, as spontaneous as they might act. There's a tendency to notice things here that others wouldn't- they have a sharp and keen eye for details that are usually missed. However, they tend to keep their thoughts and worries to themselves, increasing anxiety and feeling misunderstood.

Scorpio: Romantic, gentle, and idealistic. Surprisingly enough, Scorpio has a kindness and idealism that is hidden underneath a more heavy and secretive exterior. Scorpio has a strong belief in justice and is highly-principled, with a strong urge to protect the helpless and the innocent. In a more private sphere, Scorpio is compassionate and sweet to those who've shown understanding and care. By internalizing this aspect of themselves, they end up withdrawing and feeling isolated among others. They may secretly idealize their partners as a means of compensation, leaving them vulnerable to emotional disappointment.

Sagittarius: Profound, secretive and investigative. Happy-go-lucky Sagittarius has a great deal of depth, compared to what their appearance may suggest. They're interested in the taboo, the occult, the bizarre, though they don't tend to project this to others easily. Sagittarius can be very private and reserved, despite acting otherwise, as it's difficult for them to reveal emotional intensity. Instead, they prefer to push their feelings away or laugh them off. Yet, by hiding such a private part of themselves, they struggle with emotional intimacy.

Capricorn: Philosophical, wise, and witty. Capricorn is a naturally cautious sign. They tend to keep their ideals, personal beliefs, and thoughts to themselves. A natural behind-the-scenes planner, it’s a struggle for Capricorn to open up to others and to be spontaneous. However, when they do, they’re humorous and enthusiastic, with warmth and charisma. They use their ideals to fuel their inspiration and hopes for the future. By keeping their thoughts only to themselves, they put too much pressure and stress, worrying about their future and whether they’re doing things right.

Aquarius: Grounded, reliable, and realistic. Aquarius is typically shown as eccentric and bizarre, but don’t be fooled. They have a real knowledge of pain in life. They know how it feels to struggle with your own self-worth. They know what it feels like to feel overwhelmed with other's expectations. By themselves, they have a strong sense of discipline and responsibility. They can have very conservative beliefs, which you wouldn't expect from how they act. They try to obscure the heavier part of their personality, but by doing so, they worsen their feelings of inadequacy and struggle with realistic limitations.

Pisces: Aware, independent, and innovative. Most people view Pisces as dreamy and lost in their own world, yet Pisces has a keen intuition that enables them to read between the lines where others cannot. Though Pisces can be like a sponge, absorbing the information and emotions from others, they’re more detached and less influenced than they seem. They have an independence and a rebelliousness to them that others don’t expect. This sign is more objective, more logical than their starry-eyed appearance may suggest. Through concealing this more reasonable part of themselves, they struggle to appear as they genuinely are, isolating themselves from friends and companions.

*Check both your sun sign and your rising sign*

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wild hearts cannot be easily tamed. //

    wariness stiffens his small frame, bringing fingers to his     lip, knowing that the opening-up had been brought upon     by his own gnawing. it was a habit that would be hard to     break. ❝ ought t’. and, ‘s a bleedin’ lip, citizen, ❞ the only     person he trusted to touch him and heal him had gone his     separate way after the war, just like everyone else. it was     one reason why he was traveling – to find those men.

       It was disconcerting, to see one so young but yet so inconsiderate and uncaring towards their own health ; and with a fear of outside help. Of course, kids get themselves into scrapes all the time, especially young boys ; a lot of them tending to pretend to be stronger than they are ------ it wasn’t so much of a surprise. But he had not been that way himself when he was younger. Adventurous, certainly, but sensitive. There’s a pause as a small frown crosses his expression.

        ❛    Maybe. But precautions are a wise measure. You wouldn’t want to get ill because of a cut on your lip ; that wouldn’t be a very noble story to tell.   ❜