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“ Be still, don't move. ”

gene let out a sharp gasp . gloved hands lifting dramatically in the air as if he'd just been struck by a bullet made of shame and surprise .

" ya got me ! " he whined with a tremble in his voice , stepping back slightly — though not far , ot with the barrel of cole's rifle leveled at his spotless white vet . " oh shit , you got me ! " he repeated , this time louder .

his boyish , stupidly proud grin didn't fade as much as it twitched . " well now , hold on just a second ! no need t’ get all pointy ! "

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"You're one of those 'pretty boys' aren't you?" Abigail sounding slightly annoyed.

gene let out a gasp , ressing a gloved hand to his chest as if abigail had just shot him right then and there , stupid , boyish grin widened , , and he tilted his head , golden curls bouncing with the movement .

'' why , darlin' , '' he drawled , voice carrying that unmistakable whiny country boy lilt , smooth yet utterly pathetic , '' you say that like it’s a bad thing . '' he adjusted the lapels of his pristine white duster , as if to flaunt just how well-put-together he was—unlike the rough-and-tumble outlaws he so desperately wanted to be . '' ain’t nothin’ wrong with a man takin’ a little pride in his appearance . y'know , hygiene , presentation . . . '' green eyes gleamed as he flashed what he was certain was his most devastatingly handsome smirk .

the scent of expensive cologne and something sweet—was that women’s perfume ?—lingering in the air . '' i am the one and only gene beau finley . ''

he let the name roll off his tongue like it was dipped in honey , waiting—expecting , really—for some recognition .

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plz someone call gene a pretty boy i'm begging

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gene blinks , then lets out a breathy little chuckle , all syrup and self-satisfaction .

'' ain't that just adorable ? '' he leans in , mirroring her posture , that stupid , boyish grin still stuck on his face . '' if i were accusin’ ya, you'd know it—though , i ain't in the habit of makin’ enemies outta pretty folk . '' he flicks the coin once more . lets it spin , and this time , he catches it midair , etting it disappear with a practiced sleight of hand into his gloved palm .

his voice dips , smooth as silk , but with just the faintest whimper of desperation buried underneath , like a man who ain't used to being turned away . '' i got a keen eye for talent , and i just know— '' he taps his temple slightly , like he's got more than just hot air rattlin’ around in there '' "—that you're the type who likes a lil’ excitement . a lil’—shall we say—opportunity ? ''

he straightens up , tilts his head toward the bartender without even lookin’ , and smirks . '' can i get ya a drink ? '' his voice turns all honeyed , slow and drawn out , with just a bit of a purr . '' i do hate drinkin' alone , and i'd love to toast to our newfound acquaintance . ''

gene gives her a look like he's already won , like he ain't even considered the idea that she might walk away . it's just that same dumb , overconfident smile—the kind that gets rich boys shot in the street when their money finally runs out .

gene's grin only widens , picture-perfect display of arrogance and charm wrapped up in an expensive suit . he tilts his head , green eyes gleaming with the kind of confidence only a man who’s never truly suffered can muster .

'' now , i reckon y’can , '' voice smooth . he straightens up slightly , one gloved hand dusting off the pristine white of his coat—like just breathin’ in this saloon’s air might stain it .

'' see , i couldn't help but notice— '' he gestures vaguely , taking a slow step closer , shoes clicking against the floorboards . '' someone such as yourself sittin' here all by her lonesome , and y’know , i do so appreciate capable folk . '' his lips curl into a smirk .

a pause , voice dipping lower . '' now , i ain't sayin' i need help with somethin’— '' he scoffs , clearly amused by the very idea of him , gene ‘beau’ finley , needing help . '' —but let’s just say , if a fella were lookin’ for someone sharp , someone . . . let's say , quick with their hands , well— '' he flicks a gold coin onto the bar with an easy motion , letting it spin lazily before stopping it with one finger . '' —i might just be willin’ to pay handsomely for such company . ''

his smile is slow , syrupy sweet , and dumb as a sack of rocks .

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“ Celebrate while you can. ”

he wriggled in his bindings , pristine white suit now slightly creased—a tragedy in itself , as far as he was concerned . green eyes darted around frantically before settling on sadie , lips curling into his signature boyish grin , despite the dire situation .

'' i'm free ! '' he yelped , carrying that unmistakable whiny high-pitched twang . '' ain't no way y’all keepin’ me like this ! ''

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4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

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i'm resisting the urge to make her

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gene stood tall , hands unsteady as his fingers brushed the cool metal of his gun , face flushed with panic despite the confident swagger he usually flaunted . his expensive white duster coat shimmered in the dim light of the old mansion , but there was no hiding the fact that his heart was pounding in his chest . he was far from the hero he imagined himself to be when reading those dime novels .

'' hold on a minute , '' gene whined , high-pitched voice a mixture of desperation and thinly veiled arrogance . he forced a smile , boyish grin trying to hide his unease . his green eyes darted around , looking for any escape , any way out of this mess that didn’t involve him getting dirty or doing anything remotely physical .

'' ya can’t honestly expect me to just . . .do whatever you want , right ? '' he said , giving a little mock chuckle that only half-masked his trembling nerves . '' i-i'm a gentleman , after all ! my suit . . . my hair . . . it's all a work of art ! '' he motioned toward his pristine attire , voice slightly whiny .

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“ go  on,  then. ”

adrenaline  stirs  within  her,  rising  like  a  tide  of  seething  bubbles  beneath  the  surface  of  boiling  water.  it  coils  in  her  veins,  restless,  ravenous.  pupils  eclipsing  the  pale  ring  of  her  irises,  swallowing  the  ivory  residue  of  light.  oxygen  nourishes  her  limbs  in  ruthless  pulls,  should  scape  become  the  only  option.

the  body  demands  what  it  must,  but  the  mind  is  a  rampart  unwilling  to  yield  to  mere  exhaustion.  that  will  come  later,  when  the  thrill  has  dulled,  &  instincts  subside.

“ charm  your  way  out  of  this  one,  as well. ”   voice  is  silk  laced  around  steel.

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gene practically preened at that , boyish grin stretching impossibly wider , green eyes gleaming like he’d just been handed the grandest compliment of his life . he adjusted the cuff of his pristine white duster , tilting his head just enough for the light to catch in his wavy , perfectly curled blond hair . a man could drown in his own ego , and gene was happily neck-deep in it .

'' i do believe that’s the prettiest way someone’s ever called me memorable , '' he drawled , flashing her a wink like he was a damned stage performer playing to a captivated audience . he tapped a gloved finger against his chin , as if deep in thought—though thinking was hardly his strong suit .

'' most folks they just point an’ stare , '' he continued , settling back against the bar with all the ease of a man who thought he owned the place . '' or they get all flustered , askin’ for a little somethin’ to take home—a lock of my hair , a signed bill , maybe even my hand in marriage . '' he chuckled at his own ridiculousness, , shaking his head like it was truly a burden being this beloved . '' but you ? now , you got a real refined way ‘bout you . somethin' sharp . like someone who knows exactly what she wants . ''

he leaned foward again , just enough for the scent of his expensive cologne—notes of vanilla and something subtly floral—to carry . '' i do like someone with a good eye . means you recognize quality when ya see it . ''

smug smirk deepened , and he lifted his drink to his lips , taking a slow sip . '' since you ain't needin’ my signature , how ‘bout you tell me what you do want ? '' he cocked a brow , slow and teasing , voice dropping just enough to feel like a secret meant for only her . '' a dance ? a drink ? a little time with the most famous outlaw this side of the mississippi ? ''

gene was in his element , utterly convinced that the night—and the world—revolved around him .

'' it is ! did ya not see my posters ? '' gene practically chirped , voice climbing just a little too high in his excitement . green eyes gleamed , and that stupid , boyish grin stretched across his well-groomed face as he leaned in just enough to make himself the undeniable center of attention . he smoothed down the lapel of his pristine white duster , flicking a speck of dust off as if even the idea of imperfection offended him .

'' they're everywhere , '' he went on , his southern drawl dripping with self-satisfaction . '' big ol’ thing with my name in bold letters—gene 'beau' finley—one of the most wanted men in the country . handsome fella , ain't he ? '' he gestured vaguely , as if expecting her to agree , to acknowledge that yes , the outlaw—or whatever he was pretending to be—was as much of a legend as he believed himself to be .

gene shifted in his seat , he glint of his silver belt buckle catching in the dim saloon light . '' i gotta say , i do love meetin’ admirers , '' he added with a smug smirk , assuming—wrongly—that margarethe had sought him out intentionally , rather than merely existing in the same space . '' and since ya already know who i am , tell me— '' he leaned foward , voice dipping into something smoother , practiced , '' —should i be signin’ somethin’ for ya ? '' he winked , his ego inflating like a balloon , blissfully unaware of how ridiculous he sounded .

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gene stood there , hands bound and a wide , nervous grin plastered on his face , trying his best to appear unfazed by his situation . his pristine white suit , which he had so carefully crafted for moments of grandeur , now felt far too stiff and out of place for a moment like this . he swallowed hard , stomach tightening as the weight of the situation settled in . eyes darted around , fingers twitching—more out of nerves than any intention to escape .

'' well , now , '' gene began , voice smooth , though laced with a hint of panic , '' you do have a way with words . i mean , who wouldn’t want a piece of me ? ain't like i don't have my charms , '' he added , a nervous laugh escaping him , but it wasn’t quite as confident as usual .

he shifted on his feet , hands pulling at the ropes that were binding him , trying to get comfortabl , but the very thought of the bounty hunter—the bounty hunter—standing before him , so close , made him feel like a caged animal . '' but i gotta say , you’ve got the wrong idea . i ain't all bad . i mean , i'm a fine feller , right ? ''

MISTER FINLEY (@hircdguns): '' everybody wants a piece of young beau ! ''

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❛ well, who could blame 'em! who in their right mind could resist a hunk of yerself? fine feller like you, in yer prime... you're easy on the eyes, all right, mister beau- an' damn near insufferable on the ears! were i faced with choosin' between a nice, juicy cut a' beef, cooked all the way to perfection, or a slice of yourself... i reckon i'd have t' forgo the cow an' become one of them plant-eatin' fools instead! you're just that temptin'. speakin' of meat an' fools... i bring yer hide in, i might just be dinin' on fine fare and prime rib for the rest of ma days! now, that i can't resist! ❜

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❛ remind me again... what's beau french for? brainless? bastard? maybe it's bright- yeah, that sounds just like you, beau. all shine an' satin as you are- and bright as a broken bulb! ❜ / HHHDJSHD

gene shifts , smug smirk faltering as he struggles against the ropes that bind him to the chair . his fine suit feels like a cruel joke in this moment , fancy shoes tapping nervously on the wooden floor . green eyes narrow , a hint of desperation sneaking through the bravado as sadie's words hit too close to home .

'' i ain't dumb ! '' he says , voice sounding more whiny than he intended . '' i know exactly what i'm doin' , ya know ? '' he shifts again , fingers twitching at the ropes as he tries to wriggle free , but only succeeds in looking more pathetic .

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'' it is ! did ya not see my posters ? '' gene practically chirped , voice climbing just a little too high in his excitement . green eyes gleamed , and that stupid , boyish grin stretched across his well-groomed face as he leaned in just enough to make himself the undeniable center of attention . he smoothed down the lapel of his pristine white duster , flicking a speck of dust off as if even the idea of imperfection offended him .

'' they're everywhere , '' he went on , his southern drawl dripping with self-satisfaction . '' big ol’ thing with my name in bold letters—gene 'beau' finley—one of the most wanted men in the country . handsome fella , ain't he ? '' he gestured vaguely , as if expecting her to agree , to acknowledge that yes , the outlaw—or whatever he was pretending to be—was as much of a legend as he believed himself to be .

gene shifted in his seat , he glint of his silver belt buckle catching in the dim saloon light . '' i gotta say , i do love meetin’ admirers , '' he added with a smug smirk , assuming—wrongly—that margarethe had sought him out intentionally , rather than merely existing in the same space . '' and since ya already know who i am , tell me— '' he leaned foward , voice dipping into something smoother , practiced , '' —should i be signin’ somethin’ for ya ? '' he winked , his ego inflating like a balloon , blissfully unaware of how ridiculous he sounded .

'' of course ya do , everybody knows who i am . ''

the  saloon  pulsed  with  a  low,  feverish  din.  the  restless  buzz  of  voices  clawing  over  one  another,  the  sharp  chime  of  glass  upon  glass,  the  slow  erosion  of  souls  dissolving  into  liquor.  smoke  curled  through  the  air  like  specters,  thick  with  the  scent  of  whiskey  &  regret. 

at  the  center,  margarethe  remained  unscathed  as  a  silent  force  swept  by  the  tide  but  never  engulfed  by  it.  not  inviting  attention,  nor  shying  away  from  the idea.

still,  his  words  rang  out,  self - assured,  as  if  simply  speaking  them  made  them  true.

margarethe  didn’t  respond  at  once.  instead,  she  lifted  her  cup  ( a  prop,  more  than  anything )  &  traced  the  rim  with  a  gloved  fingertip.  a  weighty  pause,  long  enough  to  let  his  claim  settle  into  the  thick  air  between  them.

eventually,  she  looked  at  him.

“ mmm. ”   a  low,  inscrutable  murmur.  then,  smooth  as  mist,  “ well,  that  does  save  us  the  trouble  of  introductions,  doesn’t  it ? ”

there  was  no  contempt  to  it,  no  outright  dismissal.  only  a  quiet,  knowing  amusement,  as  though  she  were  indulging  an  infant’s  boast  rather  than  engaging  in  conversation. 

her  gaze  held  him  for  a  beat  longer,  cool  &  appraising,  but  not  unkind.

“ a  name's  only  as  good  as  the  company  it  keeps. ”  the  barest  flicker  of  a  smile  touching  her  lips.  “ perhaps  we’ll  see  if  yours  is  worth  remembering. ”  she  took  a  sip, her thirst dissatisfied.