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“Do I gotta need anythin’ to see you?” He teased. “Tempted to drop the rest of this all over you though.” He wiggled his bottle around only to hold onto it as he moved down to lay beside her. It was always going to be hard to look at her and not see her as a little kid but he also knew she was smarter than all the Cross’ men combined. The spitting image of their mother, she must’ve got all her brains too, not that he ever spoke about it. He guessed that was why it had always been hard for their dad to actually act like one with her especially out of all of them. “Ima needa borrow your keys.” Going back to that needing something bit. “Ethan’s got something of mine and I don’t wanna deal with seeing him so do your big brother a solid, yeah?”

“Yeah, usually. Honestly, I was hoping I’d get to practice stitches some more.” The artificial flesh in class certainly didn’t make the cut. But she had plenty of practice on her big brother, and he’d always assured her that she’d make the perfect nurse--so long as it wasn’t the sexy Halloween costume version. But of course, she’d tried. “You want me to help you break into the home that my brother has so graciously allowed me to stay?” Liv turns her head toward him and raises a brow. “No way. What’s he got of yours?” 

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With his phone to his ear, he was half listening to what the person on the other end was saying to him knowing it the information he was being given would be coming his way in a form of a text shortly after. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll fucking be there.” Crushing the cigarette against the trash bin before tossing it inside of it. He looked over at where Loki chose to lazily lay down while he finished his cigarette and the call. Just as he was walking over closer to him he watched as Loki’s head shot up, twisting around to look behind himself. “Hey.” He said sternly, trying to prevent the take off he knew was coming and of course it failed. Quickly hanging up the call he followed after him, not that it took very long to find the source behind Loki’s sudden reaction. Slowing down as he approached the two of them, watching the way Loki’s whole behind wiggled around from the excitement at the sight of her. He couldn’t say he felt anywhere near the same kind of emotion, it was the complete opposite really. The sight of her caused him to feel desperate for a drink, well, more than usual. Hearing his name leave her lips cause this weight of emotions in his chest that rippled through his whole body, making him wish he could punch something. “What are you doing here?” Here, in New York. Here, in front of him as if she had been able to plan it. It wasn’t like he expected her to stay away at all times, it was just wishful thinking.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t know that Julain would follow shortly after his trusty steed, but part of her hoped that he wouldn’t. Skylar had never been afraid of facing conflict, it just so happened that she was rarely the proprietor and in this case, her falling out with her ex, it was all on her. The circumstances hadn’t even mattered, after everything it was all over by the mere thought of her infidelity. She wanted to blame him for throwing it all away but she really couldn’t, she wanted to feel the rage of pain from him but instead, it would have to be an awkward bump in. “Here on this street?” She picked up her coffee from the ground as she stood back up, shaking it slightly at him. “Fuel, obviously.” He was no stranger to her habits, she was always working, even when she hadn’t an obligation to. But that wasn’t what she meant, she’d known that and she figured she’d get to it once she released her nervous initial energy. “You know.” She shrugs, clearly, he didn’t otherwise he wouldn’t be asking. She knew the real question was why is she here. In other words, please leave. “Ilinois isn’t exactly bustling with journalism opportunities. So, I figured there’s no better place than home for it. I’ve got a new job down here.” 

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A lot of sacrifices were made in order for Skylar to attend Northwestern right out of high school, but the biggest strain was on the relationship she damn near couldn’t leave when all was said and done. She had a lot of conversations were her mother and her friends about whether it was okay to defer a dream for someone you loved so deeply but everyone in her life had convinced her that her career was always most important. That she couldn’t possibly love someone at that age to make that kind of sacrifice. But that didn’t stop her from keeping in touch. No, they were intent on not becoming the kind of couple that lost themselves to distance. And when she messed it all up she swore she could never return to home and face him. But no matter how many references she had, New York was the hub for journalism and returning home was the most cost-effective decision. With her career still on track she’d just started at a prestigious magazine and had yet to run into any of the Cross’ which was peculiar given how many of them there were. On a Sunday afternoon, she always found her way to the nearest coffee shop, ordered a dark roast with 2 creams and 3 sugars so that she could start writing. On her way back to her place she spotted a very excitable German Sheppard that she couldn’t help but give an excited and expectant look. That wasn’t just any pup, she’d shared many sleepy nights with him. Crouching on the ground with her arms open she grin. “C’mon, Loki! I’m overdue for kisses.” The pup obliged and trotted right into her grip where she just as eagerly scratched behind his ears and under his chin and kissed him back. Now on her knees, she finally brings herself to look up at his owner. “Julian.” She breathes out as if she’s been holding it since they broke up.  @fulminc​

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Villanelle and bed/lying down - Season Two ~ Special edition: Julian’s house

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Alexandra Breckenridge as Melinda Monroe on Virgin River, episode 1.04 “A Wounded Heart”

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It was hard to know when Dominic was irritated. Unlike his brother, he did a much better job at keeping his composure waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger, figuratively and literally. Currently only a few people knew what was brewing and while usually he would’ve sent someone to handle the situation, he needed a way to release some of that pent up tension he was feeling. With Isobel’s arrival, he finished the conversation he was having before walking out to find her. When she was in sight, he did a quick once over. Sometimes, when he really thought about it, he’d shake his head at himself for singling out the sister of one of his best hitmen. It never lasted very long though. He was a man that got what he wanted and if he didn’t then somebody would burn. Signaling down one of the girls as she passed by, she was quick to give him her attention. “Take her to the back and put her in something short and tight.” He was speaking to the girl, but he was staring at Isobel as he said it. “We’re going for a little ride.”

The tasks were always a mystery to her, the only thing that remained constant was that she never said no. Whether that meant tracking someone down, letting someone go, running drugs, or being business arm candy, she would do anything for him. It was in her best interest to remain obedient because one wrong move meant her brother finding out, losing income, connections and possibly her life. Although she suspected he wouldn’t risk losing her brother which it would definitely be doing if anything happened to her. When he started delegating people to handle her, she was already being pulled away by a dancer, at least she hoped that’s all she did. “I’m-what for?” She asked pulling against the woman who was supposed to make her look like a whore, she assumed. She learned early on that he never really answered any of her questions so before she knew it she was whisked off and made over. As she walked back out she was clearly still getting used to her outfit because she was stuck staring down at it, and tugging at the fabric to find a comfortability she knew she’d never reach. Finding Dominic, again she looked up at him and nodded. “Ready.”

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Weapons manufacturers had good business, legal business with honorable intentions and then they had the deals that happened day to day. The ones that sweetened the deal and when Ricky was handed the reigns he started getting into dirtier deals. That meant he handed over weapons and asked few questions all the while being careful. And he had a few faces his recognized, this was one of them. So when he saw his face, he nodded without any much more acknowledging. “Hope you’re not here to lay any more of my shells at crime scenes.” @fulminc​

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Tyler was the kind of girl who stuck to her own tier, or at least only enjoyed people less fortunate when they were oggling over what she had over them. Still, she maintained that her closest friends were those who were rich and could enjoy the things she liked. She couldn’t help being raised in wealth now could she? The chatty cathy she was, practically attached to her phone she was shocked to lose touch with Sienna. Their families had always hung out, even from a young age so that meant they were pretty much stuck with each other, for better or for worse. “Hey! Hey Rhodes!” She called from down the street, Louboutins clicks among the traffick as she jogs toward her, linking her arm with hers once she’s caught up. “Are you avoiding me? You’ve missed mimosas for like..4 weeks? Hello? Are you dying or what?” @fulminc​

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More than anything, Nadia was sure that she was deserving of her position. She worked her ass off, put her all into her job and didn’t leave time for much else. Once her family bit the bullet, she was intent on finding who was responsible. To this day she hasn’t even gotten close because she’s always at least second in command to Damian. She knew how all institutions worked, it was all about connections and Nadia didn’t have any. But this time, this crime. It was familiar, it was personal and she was feeling more cumbersome than usual. “Captain you don't understand. I know this call.  I know this fucking scene. It’s my neighboorhood and I’m 200% more qualified to work this case.” Not that she cared that she Damian was standing nearby, and she was making a scene quite literally in front of a crime scene. @fulminc​

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Everyone that knew Liv, only had to look in a few places in order to find her. She was either in her school library, in class, or on a very specific rock in Central Park. The sun hit it just perfectly at the high point of the day and it made her feel warm even in the dull, brisk New York winter. Sometimes she just laid there, soaking it all in and god forbid someone’s on her rock when she arrives--chaos ensues as she tries to find one equally as luxurious. But today she was lucky and enjoying every moment of it at least until a shadow cast over her. “--Hey!” She barks half-heartedly annoyed when she does so. Once she sees her brother, she only laughs looks over him before returning her gaze to the clouds which she had just been trying to pick out. “Well, you found me. Whatcha need?” @fulminc​

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It was easy to tell that Isobel didn’t exactly feel at home in the club she stepped into. Despite being in many times before, it felt entirely foreign. She supposed she could be thankful that Dominic never asked her to be a dancer. Although she suspected she might even make more doing that, Isobel was sure her brother would have a heart attack if he knew she was shaking her ass to make ends meet. It had always just been the two of them but they tried not to acknowledge how things hadn’t worked out despite sticking together and working their hardest. “I here for Dom.” She spoke lowly to the sam man who always seemed to linger near the backstage curtain. Then he retreated to the back where she assumed, he would be retrieving him or at least getting the okay to let her back. @fulminc​

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CIA agent Madani looking beautiful.

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