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“i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply

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I MAKE YOU THIS PROMISE: YOUR LIFE IS MINE.// legend trilogy by marie lu

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Revolver hidden in book, Vancouver, 1922

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    ❛ HUH  —— PERFECTION? the standard’s really dropped, hasn’t it? ❜ 

cruel words are said with a SLIGHT smirk lifting one corner of her lips, the opposite eyebrow lifting as well, turning it into something of a teasing comment. eyes fall to the small darts held in his hands && then the board with something of INDIFFERENCE, before fiona rolls back her shoulders, almost lazily && stands. there’s a light challenge in her eyes, that becomes even more present ( and ever more interested ) at her last four words.

      ❛ hmm, sure —— t’snot like there’s anything better to do. what are the stakes? ❜

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          smugness &&. pride beamed subtly in features. gestures swift with great care ; darts gathered from discarded place. eyebrow quirked with playful intent &. swift to utter challenge —– hesitation remarkably lackluster. ( CONFIDENCE WAS KEY. ) slender instrument twirled within heavenly grasp / indifferent toward threatening point. tongue saturated with challenge, scheme twisted to a coil much like animal upon prey. simply put: maybe showing off could be fun. 

                    “how about a little game? – unless you’re chicken &&. I could understand. hard to beat perfection.”

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 GAZE REMAINS set on her sister for a moment before looking over her shoulder. though there’s a vast landscape around them her mind is elsewhere.  —— fiona knew, and knew that sasha did as well, that she would have done the exact same thing. for a moment there, when it had become DIRE, she regretted not being the one to have done it. a part of her still did. something of a sigh escapes her weary lips, tone resigned but oddly calm as she looks at sasha again.  

      ❛ —— i know. and you know i’d do the same for you. always.         —— let’s just promise not to let the situation get that bad        too often, then. let’s keep the risks to lying and stealing. ❜

“I can’t promise you that, Fi.”

Sasha doesn’t make promises she knows she can’t keep. Especially to her sister. Regardless of the pain and near death Sasha doesn’t regret her choice. She knew what she had been doing; she had been willing to sacrifice herself for Fiona and their friends. It isn’t a choice she has to look back on.

“I had to do it okay. And if it comes down to it I’ll always make that choice for your life.”

She will never put her life above Fiona’s.

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What do you do for a living?

Suffer

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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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   AN ONLOOKER could probably almost believe they were having     a normal conversation. ignoring the rooms full of VALUABLE-looking     objects they were walking into. and the things she was stuffing into her     bag. as well as the blaring sirens, not to mention the officers gathering     outside ( goodie! ).

    green eyes would skid backwards over her shoulder only to check if the     door leading to this main hallway was being successfully  rammed open     yet, not if her companion was following her ( which he was ). despite their     situation, and the occasional mumbled curses when she couldn’t find what     she was looking for despite scanning the shelves of the third or fourth room     they had now entered, she kept a jovial tone. fiona learned to be something of     a CHAMELEON in her time as a con artist, blending into whatever roll she     needed to play, and it was better now if she didn’t break the act.

          ❛ oh yeah, I totally get you’re saying. —— my name? it’s... ashley.            ashley roberts. it’s nice to meet you brandey! hey —— when you            got in here, you didn’t happen to notice any hidden escape doors            by any chance, did you? ❜ 

    it was better for BOTH of them if he didn’t know her real name, especially     considering the heavy set of approaching footsteps being heard in the other     room.

     that was definitely the look of a disbeliever ( but what      would he have expected? ) it didn’t bother him – he      didn’t need her VALIDATION; not really. okay, he might      have wanted it just a little. he was good at not letting it      show. as she took to her thievery ( not that he was aware      && all. ) his gaze shifted to study the room with indifference.      she sort of made it seem like he wasn’t supposed to be here      & that made him curious. security. ( probably best to figure      out what she meant eventually. ) 

     she seemed in a hurry – was that a bit of urgency he detected?      maybe she had to use the restroom. ( not that he would ask a      pretty lady that. ) common sense & all that jazz. as she walked,      he followed almost like a curious puppy that had found a toy.      friendly tone && nothing better to do with his time, what else      could have been expected of him? nothing.

          “gotcha, old things can be cool too.           uh – but I don’t mean that in a hipster way.           I’m not a hipster. I can just apprentice most           things. ya know what they say about           adventurers? they’ll talk even in death. oh, what           did you say your name was? mines bradley, bradley           hicks.”

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borderlands: 87 bazillion guns borderlands 2: 870 gajillion guns borderlands the pre-sequel: 3 gazillion lazer guns tales from the borderlands: like, twelve guns. there are more finger guns than there are real guns.

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Do you understand what you’ve done? ( r.a )

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❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜

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SOLE EYEBROW raised as she glances questioningly at him, there’s an undeniable ( though if asked don’t doubt that she WOULD deny it ) hint of amusement in her gaze —— and perhaps her tone ——despite the words that fall from her ever-so-slightly curled lips.

            ❛ and i’ll makes sure to be far far away, so i don’t have to hear it. ❜

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 RUBBING CIRCLES into her temples in a desperate ( and failing ) attempt to find SOME peace, fiona couldn’t agree with her sister more. as the men —— if one could call them that, considering they were CURRENTLY acting more like toddlers —— around them argued endlessly, she wondered absently what she had done to deserve this. lie? cheat? steal? sure, okay, but did that really deserve THIS?

 karma’s a bitch.

             ❛ agreed. and we need them NOW.  ❜

taking the chance to let the EXHAUSTION seep through her bones and the annoyance tint her tone, fiona continued to snap as she opened her eyes, glaring outwards. however when she glanced back at her sister the irritation was gone ( it hadn’t been directed at sasha, it never was ) leaving only the tired, sarcastic gaze in her eyes, matching her voice. there was some, small comfort in complaining about others with her, the way they always had done.

            ❛ you know, we could probably come up with a              whole language full of them before these asses              actually do something productive. ❜

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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

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eyes landing outward on the grimm-free landscape once more, something of a sigh escapes her lips. sure, GRIMM-FREE was usually something people liked to hear, and in quite a few situations fiona was one of those people. but now, sent on a mission in almost the middle of nowhere, she just wanted the ‘darkness embodied’ creatures to come so they could kill them and leave.

                   ❛ yeah. ❜

she know’s that coco’s right. wherever they were, and however long they took to get from there to HERE, grimm weren’t dumb. the BIGGEST mistake one could make was to underestimate the enemy —— something that was often done to fiona, which she often used to her advantage. small woman, small guns    —— how much damage could that really pack, right?

the huntress stayed silent for a bit, looking outwards as they trudged on. fiona felt her heal land in something SOFT, landing a slightly disgusted look on her face as she lifted her foot up to brush off  the mud just when coco voiced their SHARED opinion perfectly. slight annoyance tinged her voice, though not at her fellow huntress, just the general situation.

                        ❛ i don’t know but if these grimm don’t hurry up i think we can                           just call it a dud. not our fault if they don’t show up to the ‘party’,                           right?  —— you have any BAIT on you or something we can use? ❜

     wherever it is the grimm are, coco’s unconcerned. pretty girl to hunt them down with? gun with a full round of bullets? bring it on, assholes. coco’s getting far more out of this then the grimm are, that’s for damn sure.

        ‘they’re slow, but they’re not idiots,’ coco adds to that train of thought, a fact she knows and loathes. as professor port had so gloatingly informed, the bigger the grimm, the smarter. more intelligent. it’s not fear that crawls in her chest at that thought, per se, but rather…annoyance, almost. i have to kill all of those, she’d said at the time. the feeling’s still relevant.

     coco returns fiona’s look, fighting the urge to smile. they do have a job to do, in the end. ‘and some of ‘em run in packs, stick together. hey, like you said. maybe there’s someone else here keeping them preoccupied.’ that’s an ominous thought.

      after another few minutes of trekking without prey in sight, she sighs. ‘christ on a cracker, i’m bored. you think this is a snipe hunt or what?’