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I miss seeing you and Itzal around :(

Yeah, I'm aiming to come back soon, but a lot of things went down irl and its been difficult to get back into the swing of a lot of things

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“I don’t know, honestly...we can try to say we didn’t do it.”

❛        so…          how  do  we  explain  this?        ❜

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I have been tired, but recovering and plan to be here Sunday night and on Monday, as I'm trying to prepare to go back to work.

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“I shouldn’t need help right now, but if you really wanted to, I guess I can’t say no.” He smiles, humming as he continues cutting up the vegetables he’s been prepping. He might not cook well, but he knows aromatics are key for some good foods. He tries to sneak a piece of carrot into his mouth before saying anything else. “Unless you fear this becoming a culinary monstrosity, which it shouldn’t. I have been getting slightly better.”

@draqunov​ : “You need some help?”

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“Well, that’s kinda fascinating, normally people don’t come in just for a case and to bounce out. But I guess it’s noted for if you choose to come again. Most would just go to a liquor store though. ID?” He asks, mainly because it’s what he’s supposed to do, feeling that something was off anyways, so he honestly doesn’t need the proof of identity. The aversion of eye contact will be noticed, glad that the other doesn’t realize how his own start to slit due to the lights occasionally getting in his eyes. “Any type I need to keep an eye out for? Lagers, ales, porters?”

       * @gcldenhexrted​ / lyirc starter.                 > modest mouse : mice eat cheese .

              It was rare that Ashley mingled in places like this ; he was so often in and out of locations , straying from the public as much as he could. At least that’s the way it has been for a few months. Technically speaking , he goes through phases , seeking companionship and growing tired of the idea of being perceived by others in an endless ebb and flow of a noncommittal recluse personality . He looks at the ground , to the wall , then meekly to the other , not terribly fond of maintaining prolonged eye contact. “  I came to get a case of factory outlet beer, then I go home. ”

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FOUR WORD PHRASES.

— ADJUST AS NEEDED. REMEMBER TO SPECIFY MUSE TO MULTIS.

“I already said no.”

“And what about it?”

“Who wants to know?”

“I love you too!”

“That tastes like garbage.”

“How’d you get here?”

“You need a ride?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“You need some help?”

“I’m perfectly fine, thanks!”

“Just let it go!”

“Hey, don’t walk away!”

“Put that back now!”

“I’ve had about enough.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Here, take a sip.”

“How does that feel?”

“Good to see you.”

“Don’t give me that!”

“Please, just stay tonight.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Oh no, you didn’t.”

“Let your hair down.”

“Quick! Out the window!”

“Not on your life.”

“I miss you too.”

“Clean as a whistle.”

“What do you say?”

“Throw in the towel.”

“Put the gun down!”

“Give me the knife.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“The door is locked.”

“Can we fix it?”

“That’s not my job.”

“I have a request.”

“What did you say?”

“I think I’ll manage.”

“I am not afraid.”

“One more drink, please.”

“You won’t marry me?”

“How about a kiss?”

“Oh, just shut up.”

“I know, I know!”

“I want to cry.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“True love never dies.”

“For old times sake.”

“Take off your clothes.”

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ChrisBrewsterStunts   Well, there are obvious insurance reasons that actors can’t do all of the stunts, but I find that when actors do a lot of their own action, it adds so much to the scene.  It makes it much easier for the audience to be pulled into the story, and feel what the characters feel.  I love it when actors do a lot of their own stunts.  You wouldn’t believe how much Charlie actually does.  Half the time you see DD flipping, everyone thinks it’s me, but it’s actually Charlie!  He learned how to do a palm spin (basically spinning around your hands against a wall), in a matter of minutes.  He also threw a front flip ax kick inside a bus! The guy is amazing.

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My muse has been injured and is struggling to get dressed. Send "Need a hand?" for their reaction to your muse offering to help.

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Sorry if I'm not on too much at the moment, life has been hectic and I'm trying to focus on a little bit at a time.

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draqnking​:

ANGER          WILL          HAVE          TO          WAIT    .

                   right          now    ,    itzal          needs          him          alongside          him    ,    not          pulling          off          a          revenge          act          while          his          partner          continues          to          suffer    .    at          a          later          time    ,    he          can          worry          about          making          those          responsible          suffer    .

❝          i          won’t          go          after          them          yet    .    i          am          much          more          concerned          about          you    ,    after          all    .    please          take          it          easy    .          ❞                    aaron          knows          it’d          be          careless          to          leave          him          in          such        a          state    .    so    ,    with          a          sigh    ,    he          begins          the          short          walk          to          the          hotel    ,    mindful          of        the        speed          he          walks          at   .                    ❝          we’ll          get          you          cleaned          up    ,    then          we          can          rest    .    because          i          want          you          to          be          comfortable    .          ❞

Hands tremble and move to hold onto the other. He’s struggling to stay calm, sniffling and looking down. There’s little he’s really come to understand about himself, his past. Everything has been a blur, but none as fast as the attack he’s faced. Normally he’s smarter about the name he calls his partner by, but now, he’s struggling to just feel okay.

“I at least took care of myself for once. Instead of leech off you, since I know I do that still...How do you like me when I’m such a mess all the time, you know? I feel like I use you and that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do, but I can’t even keep myself safe when trying to come see you-” An overreaction fueled by his own insecurities, especially given how he still feels after taking the stranger’s life. Itzal leans heavily on Aaron, trying to carry himself but unable to. “I wanted to just have a quiet night with you...it’s felt like forever since I’ve had time with you.”

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✧･ﾟ: * aesthetics : colours edition.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways.

𝐑𝐄𝐃 wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets.

𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grotto / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theatre productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theatres / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art.

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sevenbulletsavior​:

“If you want us as your representatives, we will gladly be your representatives. It is up to you, as always. The client has the choice in the matter, but I will tell you the public defender they will hire on will be some greenhorn who will do nothing to help you out.” Mr. Silva would be another Castle for the DA, no doubt, although not nearly as big of a case or as thrilling. He was not a former Marine, after all. “Of course, I’d like to review the case with you first, just to make sure both Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock will have some idea of what we will be dealing with once we get everything we need upon requesting it.”

When he brought up his son, Karen nodded, making a note of the boy in her writing. “I will do whatever it takes to make sure your son is taken care of, Mr. Silva. I promise you that. He won’t go into the system.” Karen would fight tooth and nail to make sure that would never happen. She would also do her damnedest to find a way to keep the man out of jail if possible; oh the odds were indeed stacked against her, of course, but Karen knew she could do it. 

She could dig and find something to help out his case…especially as Itzal began to discuss the circumstances to his current situation.

God, it sounded so much like Frank…and Karen felt her heart aching for the man even more.

Karen settled back into her own seat, pen stilled, recorder running as the silence stretched between them. She took in a deep, slow breath to calm her own racing heart and then looked Itzal in the eyes. “What happened to your son…with his case…it was a gross injustice, Mr. Silva, and Nelson, Murdock, and Page will make sure to right the wrongs that have happened to your family and your son.” Picking up her pen once more, she shifted a little in order to begin writing a few notes down. “We could potentially get you out on bond, but you may be under house arrest the entire time. Would you be amenable to that, Mr. Silva?”

“Yeah, I don’t think a newbie could handle my case...given what you’ve probably seen, what you already knew before coming in this room. They have enough of my blood on those bodies to clone me and put me and the clone in a chair if they really wanted...because I was an idiot.” He knows he’s fucked, he feels it deep down as he starts to scratch and claw at his head again, head eventually hitting the table. He could’ve been better than this, he should’ve been. “I don’t understand the system, but I’ll give you all that I can information wise.”

The thought of his boy even possibly going in the system is upsetting, but he nods at her promise to keep him away. “He was only three when we lost Nicholas, and was supposed to be starting school this year. I just...he doesn’t want to leave our home because he never fully understood what happened. I still don’t understand.” He needs to pick his head up, but only to maintain that respect, even if he’s upset, he’s not going to continue muttering to the table. He moves to grab something from his pocket, being slow as he manages to find the locket he kept all these years, putting it on the table. 

“If you need a place to look, through any old sources and need to make sure things match up, his picture is in there...Nick was twelve, but he didn’t really start to grow yet, so it looks pretty close...Zach’s picture is recent because he’s gotten this habit of printing out pictures from my phone out with the computer. Smart little kid, nosy as hell though.” A smile is on his face as he thinks about his boys, not caring if he’s judged for keeping a locket: he loved that father’s day present, remembering how nervous his son was to even give it to him.

As he listens to what they could possibly do, he nods at hearing house arrest being an option. “I’d do that as long as they don’t take Zach away. I don’t know what I’d do if they did take him, he’s just...he needs me. He’s too young to understand the world, and I don’t want it to hurt him. It’s already taken enough from us...I ended up recording the phone call I had with Nick. His final moments are all still recorded, I refused to upgrade or do anything with that phone because it’s the last thing I have of him...I’m fucking pitiful, aren’t I?” His emotional resistance crumbles slightly as he feels tears fall, wiping them as quick as they come for the most part. 

“Killer with tears in their eyes, begging that he’s sorry now, absolute shit that no one would want to hear. The sorrys won’t bring back the dead, even if they should’ve been rotting in their own cells. They still had families too, but maybe their family will be better off without them tainting the names...”

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“Poor bastard would probably have a fit if he saw my matching wristband, huh?” She’s amused more than anything else, watching him as he looks at the writing. “- I switch languages every word. It’s a cipher, and I’m the only one with the code.” For a being that spoke just about every mortal tongue.. Yes, a cipher indeed.  “Mmm, something like that.” The gift of prophecy indeed; more potent than any mortal could bear. 

He explains his musical gifts, and Muninn blinks. “- Do you still play, though? I’ve only done the piano, myself.” Singing, as well, but… Muninn didn’t sing for audiences. Not ever. 

The goddess chuckles at the mention of her advice. “Better it start working than you still floundering with what you were doing before, were doing before, were doing before, hm?”

“Maybe, but who knows. Pig might think he has half a chance, but you’re far smarter than that. He can shove it though, because I’m allowed to love whoever I wanna love, and when I find them, I’ll figure out a way to write their name in the stars. As soon as I learn to read so I can write it.” Yet, hearing it’s multiple languages, it still scrambles away into a senseless mix of symbols he’ll never know. “Yeah, and even knowing French, Latin, and English, I’m fucked. My eyes can’t make the letters stay still, so I’m never at risk of understanding these things.”

“Heavy is the shoulders of one who carries that weight.” Yet, he can tell she handles it well, a simple smile given her way.

When she asks if he still plays, he gives a nod, smiling wide. “I teach music lessons as a little side job. Mainly piano, but occasionally guitar. Surprisingly parents don’t want their kids to learn to play drums, it’s a damn shame. If I grew up in a better home, I think I would’ve wrote songs and traveled around, instead of settling like a boring old man.” 

He smiles at that chuckle, enjoying the sound. “Well, given I only hold myself to one of those morals, I feel a lot better, and the only one is not to kill people without reason.”

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draqnking​:

𝗛𝗘'𝗦      𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗      𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗   .                    no      one      touches      itzal   .   even      if      the      man      can      clearly      handle      himself   ,   it      isn’t      something      he      wishes      to      witness      again      after      tonight   .   nor      is      it      a      sight      he’s      used      to   .   the      second      he’s      on      his      feet   ,   aaron      manoeuvres      himself      so      that      he      can      put      an      arm      around      itzal   ,   to      offer        𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡   .

❝        they      deserved      it   .   for      even        DARING        to      put      their      hands      on      you   .   you      did      the      right      thing   .   sometimes   ,   you      gotta      take      that       plunge   .      this      isn’t      your      fault   ,   you      were      trying      to      do      something      nice   .   i      don’t      care      about      the      job   .   i      care      about      you        &        your      safety      more   .        ❞

He holds onto Aaron, whimpering at the thought of his partner being so angry with the situation, moving to try and calm him, even if he’s still in pain. He doesn’t care, as long as the other is okay, he can’t risk letting Aaron get hurt too, especially since he can’t stitch him back up. Not when he doesn’t think he would even be able to sit up on his own. All his energy was put into fighting for his life, he barely realized how much he exerted.

“Aaron, please, just stay with me? I-I don’t like what I did tonight. I don’t like the taste in my mouth and I feel so sick.I just wanna go to the room and sleep in your arms.” It’s that part repressing his past, it hurts to even see the blood on him, he doesn’t know why, he doesn’t understand what’s so wrong. “I-If my safety is more important, I want to go inside. I don’t want to be out here any longer, I feel so cold already and-”