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“Don’t you trust me, Firo?” Claire asks, cupping his hands over Firo’s. “I would never hurt you, even when taking risks. My only concern is your health and making sure you are happy and safe--- if you really want to wait then I understand. Or is it that you first want to gain experience before?”

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convellx:

                ❛ Somethin’ tells me ya wanna have your skull cracked open. ❜

“You know... I won’t stop you if you want to try.”

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“Sorry, I forgot how off putting it can be since-- you know. Your boss lacks one.”

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The 12th icon in your folder is your Muses reaction to not giving any fucks anymore.

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IG @wearejared

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ladanse-macabre:

“…Again…? Do I–?”

She recoiled at the recognition of his voice, and a pang of dread robbed her of words. The red monster from the train.

“It’s great you seem to remember me, I gotta tell you, most people don’t. It’s heart breaking what it is. You spend time with them, try to help them go on and then they forget about you the next day.”

He steps closer, smiling and showing her his hands so she will know he means no harm.

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“Hmmmm. I’m not a big fan of Ladd’s car... It’s missing some colour. I can always do him the favour of dyeing it a certain red.”

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Claire, who's gonna be the best man at your wedding?

“My brothers, of course. There’s Luck, Firo, Berga, and Keith.”

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So, out of curiosity, if I slaughter Chane's old man, you can't marry her huh? Interesting. Interesting. Well, continue on with yer day!

I can see this is you trying to get back at me, Ladd. But I gotta tell you, it’s not going to work. Why is it not going to work? Well I’m glad you questioned yourself that and I will gladly answer that for you.

See, the reason it’s not going to work is because I won’t allow it. You so much as look at Chane or her father or even sneeze funnily that has me suspicious and I will rip your other arm from your body.

How will I do that? Well, I’ve seen some interesting toys in your boy’s garage…. I would have loved to try them on that kid but we never got to a fight so while I still have all these ideas and no one to try them on yet I am of course looking for a volunteer and if you know what’s good for you… You’ll be good.

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"You do realize that it would be improper for you to marry Chane without first receiving her father's blessing."

“I don’t need anyone’s blessing but my own. Well... I’m not really sure about that... But I guess, if that is what Chane wants..”

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“Remember when I made Ladd jump from a train? I didn’t even need to push him, he did it all on his own. Good times.”

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dcvxur:

          Auburn eyes hardened behind the fear, and it was clear that he was      less than pleased with this answer. Somewhere within his brittle bones      and hammering heart—beyond the terror of torture and pain which he’d      long since overcome—he found his voice.                                                ❝ …Firo doesn’t need…friends like you. ❞

“Says who? You?”

Such a quick shift of emotions on the boy’s face, Claire was only left wondering how fast it would take him to have Czes cower in fear again. “I’ll have you know, me and Firo? There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him and the feeling is mutual. You think a guy like Firo would walk away from a friendship of more than 12 years, hm? If he isn’t the one telling me to leave then, well, I ain’t going anywhere.”

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homunculiisms:

          Bright eyes in hue only study the angle of his face, the texture of his      hair as he finds pause before her. There can be no mistake—that fiery      crown, those shallow eyes, that broad frame, and his dark attire…this is      certainly the person that Graham spoke of. Even so, would it do well to      speak in turn? To encounter him here…if he should engage her in battle,      would she be able to face him? He—a man who defeated Graham, who      she hadn’t been able to overpower?                                                                                                    ❝ … ❞

Something appeared to be off but, she seemed reserved and--- did she recognize him? The feeling wasn’t mutual; he’d never seen the woman before in his life but it’s enough to have him drop the act of confused civilian and he slowly smiles. “Say, it’s rude to stare, you know?” He says and slowly removes his hands from the pockets of his coat. “Surely you were taught better than that.” And now the guessing game came, Claire not a fan of being left in the dark while his opponent was more briefed up on him. “Why don’t you start by telling me why you are here.”

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knifefites:

      “I look like a teenager. People don’t take me seriously in this day and age.”

“You shouldn’t care about what people think, Firo. These people don’t matter at all. If it is respect you want, you gotta show them.”

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      “Something like that hasn’t happened in years,” he frowns, annoyed that he even has to recall those old memories. When he was younger, people always seemed to mistake him for a girl. He was kidnapped once because of it! Keith Gandor and his father had to show up and save him. That hadn’t helped at all, either - it made him feel even more like a damsel in distress! Being reminded of that day always manages to dampen Firo’s mood. “…and I’m not sick. My head just hurts.” Or, something like that. He meant it when he said he wasn’t feeling like himself. It’s a little panic-inducing.

“Easy there, I was just trying to figure out what’s gotten you so troubled. You know I’d never allow anyone to hurt you again, right?” Claire’s seen Firo before like this, it’s always worrisome on what will happen and what it is Claire can do to make it better for him. He doesn’t remember wanting his friend to be hurt and it must have slipped his mind to keep Firo from feeling pained. “Hey, Firo.” He says, softly, reaches out and places a hand on on top of Firo’s. “You wanna get out here? Get some fresh air? Maybe head home?”