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okay, i remade my multi, i think i'm coming back around ( slowly ). i'm also not ready to let go of this blog, so expect me here soon - ish.

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one day i'll have the will to live return to writing on tumblr dot com.

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someone save me from working today, i don't want to do it.

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had another busy weekend, i'm hoping to be here either tonight or tomorrow after work.

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to sleepy to write, but i'm Around if anyone wants to plot <3

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like this and i'll come talk to you about shipping / plotting dynamics.

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i'm coming back to tumblr and i'm about to make it YOUR problem

INTERESTING, THIS SOUNDS MORE LIKE A DREAM THAN A PROBLEM

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dylan would have handled this much better than daniel.  having a rather controlling personality,  and the want to know everything,  he portrayed himself as standoffish and large and in charge,  thinking himself clever.  which he was,  but the other horsemen often told him that he was cocky with his intelligence,  and too arrogant,  which put other people on guard while talking to him.  daniel didn’t think buzzy was wrong,  necessarily,  about how the man had approached the situation.  there’s that whole saying about catching more flies with honey,  but daniel didn’t need to be sweet talked.  he just needed answers,  and for buzzy to be straight forward with him.  it may have taken a bit of push back,  but finally,  buzzy airs out his true anxieties on the manner,  and daniel begins to understand why him asking for help was so important.

‘i can tell you this is very much within the scope of what we do,  but that doesn't mean it’s going to be easy.  or even fast.  we have to put together a show,  research the people who took the artifact.  we plan every little detail,  down to the last drop,  so no loose strings are attached to us or the organization we work for,’    daniel finally uncrosses his arms,  glancing over buzzy’s features as his eyebrows twitch in thought.    ‘and we’re going to do this our way.  you’ll get back what you’ve lost,  but we’re going to make sure whoever took it never has the chance to steal anything ever again.  and you should be ready for any repercussions that may come from that,  too,’    being associated with the horsemen was dangerous.  they would try their best to keep the fact that buzzy and his associates were the ones to call on the horsemen a secret,  but as daniel knows from past experiences, anything and everything could go wrong in an instant.    ‘i’ll send you the address of where you can meet us so we can start making plans.  until then,  this conversation never happened.  understood?’

and here buzzy thought his assertive tone would convince daniel into listening to him. he was wrong. so much for speaking his wants and aims into existence. "okay. maybe i shouldn't have said it like that. i'm just anxious to get this thing back into the hands of those who can protect it — so my anxiety is translating into a bit of bossiness. my bad." he holds both hands up, palms facing @focusedecption, as a demonstration of his apology. "you and your team are masters at deception, and the person who stole this artifact loves your shows. we're hoping to use your pull to both distract him and deceive him, and find out where he's put this artifact before it gets transported to another country and we lose it forever. that's why this needs to be a priority; this thing is priceless. not even monetarily — the thing's priceless to the people that made it. the country it came from. it's gotta be returned there. you're a man of morals," he adds, wringing his hands. "you know right from wrong and you care. i know you do, deep down. if we can have your help on this, shawky and i would really appreciate it. and i'm sorry for being so assertive earlier," he adds. "just... nervous about losing this thing. you've gotta understand. you could be our last hope at recovering it. make sense?"

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↪     𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ��𝑬𝑬 𝑴𝑬  .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  the  2013  film“now you see me ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .  )

come in close .  closer .

the more you think you see ,  the easier it’ll be to fool you .

pay close attention .

what have i been telling you all night ?

if you can get this bill from me ,  you can have it .

you’re a stick - up artist .

oh ,  i did it wrong ?

or ,  you could give me my hundred bucks .

stop that guy ,  he’s got my wallet !

are we ready to end this thing ?

a lady’s gotta have handcuffs ,  right girls ?

come on ,  this is bullshit !

whoever thought of this is a sick sadist .

i am your biggest fan .

i can do that trick 52 different ways .

you need to leave .

are you kidding me ?!  oh my god ,  this is so embarrassing .

don’t worry about it ,  i’ll call you .

you are such an asshole .

good for you ,  congratulations .

i will come back and get you ,  do not come in .

i think you know exactly what i’ve been up to ,  [ name ] .

let me be the first one to kick my ego to the curb .

the door’s locked .

thanks for keeping me honest .

i know who you are .

i’m sensing you are  …  a control freak .

i take that as a compliment .

no way  …  [ name ] ?

nothing’s ever locked .

what is this place ?

what do you think this is all about ?

okay ,  thank you .  thank you for the delay .

did you do this ?

the electricity’s out .

who do you think did this ?

we’re gonna do something never before seen on a las vegas stage .

tonight ,  we are going to rob a bank .

why don’t you watch it ,  then you can decide for yourself ?

can you please pick a card ,  any card  …  not that card .

that wasn’t supposed to happen like that ,  was it ?

what do you see in there ?

what ?  i don’t think i heard you correctly .

please tell me this is a joke .

i look forwards to working with you ,  too .

i’m sorry ,  i don’t think i’m gonna need your help on this .

okay ,  i need a time-out .  too many french people in one room .

we can work together or you can continue to follow behind .

i’m not finished !

just answer the question ,  okay ,  smartass ?

i appreciate that trip down memory lane .

you ,  [ name ] ,  have a drawing board to get back to .

you are literally begging to be arrested .

i can maintain my resolve much longer than you can maintain that phony arrogance .

at no time will you be anywhere other than exactly where i want you to be .

always be the smartest guy in the room .

let me mull over that offer of cheap and meaningless sex .

that smile ,  on your face  …  is it real ?

do you feel exploited ,  or did you maybe  -  have a tiny bit of fun ?

i’ve been watching you for a year ,  i know all of your little tricks .

i can be difficult to read when i wanna be .

let me try ,  i can do way better than that .

i don’t know how any of that is going to go against this .

this is not the first time i’ve been threatened .

oops .  you shouldn’t have done that .

isn’t that funny ?  and i thought you didn’t believe in magic .

i came to get you .  i’m worried about you .

who exactly are you ,  anyway ?

you’re dismissive enough about me when you’re sober .

find your way back yourself .

i’m sorry ,  i was an asshole ,  i was drunk .  i’m at a loss .

who are we working for ?

stop being paranoid .

i don’t know if i can do this ,  i don’t wanna go to jail .

stay in the car .

hey !  i wanna have a word with you .

don’t EVER talk to me like that again .

i just got my ass handed to me !

faith isn’t a luxury i have time for right now .

i’d like to express a sentiment to you about our relationship .

when i first met you ,  i thought you were kind of a  …  dick .

oh my god ,  i did NOT see that coming .  that’s impossible !

that was actually  …  pretty good .

i’m so sorry for kicking your ass ,  really .

some things are best left unexplained .

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it sometimes felt like an upward battle,  trying to get danny to like her.  or getting him to admit his like of her,  at least.  lula is aware of how in his head he is all the time,  and she’s also aware how opposite her own expression of her thoughts are. where she voices their every idea, every notion, danny always seemed more calculated. but they were both honest, both blunt, which meant that lula knew what danny said now, he said in absolute truth. he wouldn't lie to them — if he still thought they didn't belong with the horsemen, he would have made sure to say so. he definitely hadn't held back in the beginning. but whether lula had grown on danny, or whether he actually saw her as an asset now, or both, they were just glad that the one person she wanted approval from finally decided to give it to her.

'gee, danny, i never knew you could be so sentimental. makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,' beaming as she squeezes his shoulders, lula gazes over danny's features, no shame as she searches his features. part of her is looking for that syke moment, proof that he might just be coddling her, but to no surprise, they don't find it. lip trembles a bit without her being able to control it. she'd just joked about how his words made her feel, and now they were really starting to feel the weight of them. tears well before she can stop them, and lula is laughing incredulously, a duo of emotions that might seem contradicting to any onlookers. 'jesus, danny, okay. i'm, uh — i'm just. yeah, i'm gonna hug you again,' lula wraps their arms around daniel's neck this time, not squeezing too tightly, though they do press their head against his. 'you're the best. i know i've called you an asshole, like — several times. and i totally meant it back then, but definitely less now,' lula sighs and buries her head into danny's neck. 'thank you,'

danny knows he can be an asshole. a good eighty percent of the time, he really doesn't mean to be. when he and lula had first met, however, he absolutely had. he will maintain that she had stepped pretty soundly on a raw nerve, but he hadn't exactly been a gracious host. ( that said, a little heads up from dylan would have gone a long way. or at least a short way. ) no matter how long it's been since henley left, the wound stays open. but that's never been lula's fault.

as different as they are, danny has come to really care about her– more than he'd expected to. it shouldn't surprise him– when he'd met jack and merritt, he'd been sure they'd never get along either, and now he can't imagine his life without them. although he'd be loath to admit it, one of the greatest lessons being a horseman had taught danny was that he isn't always right. it isn't lost on him that lula wants them to be closer. and he wants that too. it's just... hard, sometimes. danny figures it'll always be hard, no matter who might come into his life. maybe not hard to feel it– it's kind of hard not to love lula, really. but sometimes he has no idea how to let them know. ever since macau, danny had assumed it was clear that the horsemen would be lost without her. in fact, her panicking now had come to him as a near-total surprise. when he tells them they belong, it's completely matter-of-fact.

'i–' but before danny can say anything, she's launched forward, practically grappling him into a hug. he blinks, a little stunned for a moment. his upper arms are pretty solidly restrained, but he's able to bend at the elbow in an approximation of a returned embrace. 'we need you here,' he says simply. 'and we want you here, too. i know i can speak for everyone to that point.' they release him, but keep their hands on his shoulders. it feels nice, actually. danny smiles, a slight little thing, which is how you know it's real. 'good,' he says, 'because i have no intention of taking it back. i'm more than happy to be stuck with you. you're... you're stuck with me, too.'

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you had to give daniel credit for trying.  over the years,  he’s discovered that there were plenty of things that were out of his control,  and though he didn’t always accept that fact graciously,  there were moments  —  such as this one  —  that proved he wasn’t the total control freak he used to be.  and he hadn’t changed overnight.  he’s had to work at it,  urging himself to calm down when his routine was interrupted or a situation didn’t go exactly to his plan.  two years ago,  he might have shaken the poor concierge down in his broken french until she started crying,  calling for her manager so that danny could yell at them,  instead.  these days,  daniel may get a prickle of discomfort under his collar at the mix up,  but knew that this,  at least,  wasn’t a huge inconvenience.

there’s a smirk that finds his lips at henley’s words,  the man glancing her way before he goes through the process of unpacking his toiletries.  there was no point in taking out the neatly folded clothes inside,  assuming they would have to make a speedy getaway,  much as they always do.    ‘i’d say it’s pretty ironic,  but this whole thing seems like too much of a setup to call it irony,’    henley speaks and danny once again realizes how little he did for her in their previous relationship.  never had something as romantic as a getaway to paris crossed his mind.  most of the time,  he forgot valentine’s day even existed.  there’s a twinge of regret in his chest,  but it’s hidden well beneath a collected facade.    ‘you can have the right side,  i’ll take the left,’    said nonchalantly,  despite the fact that danny had memorized the side of the bed henley slept on when they were together.  he may not have always seemed like he was paying her much attention,  but he remembered a lot of details about what she liked.  danny clears his throat before reaching for a metal bucket on top of the mini fridge.    ‘i’m going to go get some ice.  do you need anything else to get settled?’

frankly, she's surprised danny hasn't crawled out of his own skin over the mix-up. for one thing, she knows he doesn't like surprises, but more pressing than that– or so she had thought– there was no way he would be remotely comfortable sharing a bed with her again. but when she comes back, he seems just fine. ( in fact, henley is a little embarrassed to have gotten her feathers so ruffled, now. ) maybe it's just growth– she's seen danny learn to let go of control, little by little. and they are going to have to sandwich themselves into a truck bed soon, so they might as well get used to the idea now. or at least she might as well– danny seems to have already gotten used to the idea in the mere 20 minutes they've been here.

'oh, come on,' she says, not without some affection, 'i'm not a monster. besides, it's nothing we haven't done before.' a little smile flits across her lips as he flourishes the key card before letting them into the room. at the sight of the bed, henley just lets out a little laugh. 'maybe they decided to cut corners to make up for the fact that they sent us all the way out here for intel i definitely could have gotten at home.' she sets her own bag down next to the tv stand, shrugging her own jacket off before reaching for the buttons of her gloves and then stopping. henley knows that hotels are relatively clean, but she feels much less at ease here than at the apartment that has served as their base of operations. maybe she'll leave the gloves on for a little bit. opting to perch on the bed, she decides to simply not feel the little wiggle of nerves that stings her palms and flutters around her ribs. 'well, if you'd told me a few years ago that we'd be spending valentine's day in a hotel in france,' she says, a tentative smile on her face, 'this isn't how i would have expected it to happen.' may as well lean into the irony, right?

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i just watched a r.eal p.ain . . . i don't know what to do with myself now, i'm sitting here like this

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back to work today 😔 i'll be around on mobile + will post anything i write in my lil gdoc when i get home.

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like this and i'll come talk to you about shipping / plotting dynamics.

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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

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i love pulling people into fandom's they don't even know just by shoving my muses across the table and going 'have you met my blorbo? no? would you like to?'

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