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"If that's a concern of yours, maybe you should figure it out for yourself. That's not why I'm here."

"…How did you get past the security?"

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[[sorry for the inactivity!! schoolwork has kinda piled on top of me, plus i'm in the process of making my uni choices right now. i swear i'll get to shit soon.]]

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[[well according to my count i owe two starters and numerous replies

by which i mean replies to just about every thread im in lmfao i'm so awful at this bear with me friends]]

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〆 for a childhood story 

Malvo buried his first bodies aged fifteen - the bodies of his parents, if we're going to be specific. He slipped an overdose's worth of sleeping pills into their soup one night and waited for it to happen.

His father was drunken, violent, and bigoted; he had it coming from the start. He beat Lorne for minute misdemeanors and constantly taunted him for perceived 'weakness'. Lorne took a knife to his corpse, primarily to take out fifteen years' worth of bottled up anger. He's never been so... outwardly emotional since.

As for his mother, well, at first he regretted killing her; she hadn't technically done anything to deserve her fate. However, as he matured and generally secured his spot as a shitty person, he quickly found excuses to make. She should have done something sooner to prevent her fate, to escape that abusive marriage, to take her only son with her.

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Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

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There was a reason why, despite Lester’s suspicions, Lorne didn’t have the urge to fuck anyone else. Same reason why he’d chuckled at the idea of ‘partnerships’ till that fateful moment in the elevator.

Lester fascinated him. Lester was the closest to ‘on his wavelength’ he’d ever found. And, perhaps most of all, Lester was his. He hadn’t the need to take ownership of anyone else. That sort of thing, well, that’s the only thing that really got him off.

“Do you care?” he asked, a brow arisen, his head tilted down. After a beat or two: “Promise ya one thing, though: I have sex with anyone else, it’s just for the job. You’ve a lot to learn, but you’re a good fuck.”

He couldn’t help but grin at the impressions. The accuracy - he’d learnt well. At least accents wouldn’t be a problem. Lorne came in a little closer, whispered into Lester’s ear. “Your problem is you got too invested in that identity. These long cons, they get like that. You have to take it. Better that than blowing your cover.

"You don’t think I got shit off the rumours too? Had to make all these promises I was straight as a line to the same guy whose corpse I threw in a ditch a couple weeks later."

'Stupid little touches' in mind, Lorne draped his hand around Lester, got to stroking the back of his neck. His voice serpentine soft, direct. “You've gotta remember, Lester, we're a cut above all this. They're not worth it. They're the ones who'll never be lifted beyond where they are now. Up to that higher rung of existence.”

Does Lester cross dress? It'd be so cute if he wore a little red riding hood outfit OWO

"Um…I don’t know where this information is comin’ from but I don’t do that sorta thing." 

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"... Myself."

/hissingdeadmelodies started following you.

"…Who let you into my office?"

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for jackrabbitwoman

An old colleague of his, dead three years now from a lightning strike, they once described Malvo as a ghost. About right. What he was doing right now, home invasion, was the part nobody ever saw, the part over which everyone asked 'how?' How he always knew the dirt the feds had on him and the dirt they didn't. How he crafted his alibis accordingly.

A cakewalk to figure out, if you committed even the slightest of thoughts. Most people didn't, because most people didn't think. That was the other answer to that Big Question, how a mere human could be capable of these feats. No matter where you are, no matter what you're doing, suckers aren't exactly in short supply.

From changeable distances, he'd been stalking this particular agent for a few weeks. Waited for her to come home for hours, for the lights to click out, before he slipped in.

Malvo was originally gonna go in for the case file, read as much as he could, leave once more with exact knowledge of what the FBI had against him.

But as he flipped through, checked over the codes, the potential for things getting messy was a little too high. And you can't exactly spend your hundred thousand dollars of blood money with too many people on his back. He needed to rid the case of one of the links, and, well, this woman looked to be doing most of the work.

Like some poltergeist he 'accidentally' knocked over the house phone as he left the room, then a decorative vase, which smashed to shards, leaving the case file otherwise untouched. In silence he retreated to the home's hallway. With plenty of shadows to exploit he crouched behind the shoe rack, an idle coat concealing what remained visible of his figure.

Carefully poised there, Malvo hoped this lady wasn't a heavy sleeper. But what harm could be done, waiting a few more hours?

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Send me a…

— 〆 for a childhood story — ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life — ⌆ for a story about their family/home life — € for a bad memory that still haunts them — ✢ for a good memory that makes them smile

Or…

Send me a name/place/event or situation from my character’s past and they will just talk about that one thing.

Peek into my character's past!

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[[ugh im gonna have to sleep, i'm so tired u___u i owe a ton of starters and i'll be working on those as soon as i can!! night friendos!]]

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☂ for something my muse wants to protect♨ for something that relaxes my muse♟ for something my muse admires♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures

☂ 

Lorne wants to protect his own life, to an extent. As much as he could be considered a survivalist in most circumstances, and he definitely endorses the whole ‘kill or be killed’ thing, he likes putting himself in dangerous situations - how better than to become a hired killer? - and testing his own mettle - in fact, sometimes he likes it more than his pulse.

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Bizarrely, his favourite thing for relaxing is a nice quiet listen to the suffering of those he pushed over the edge. Decaf coffee is nice as well, quite soothing, not that he has much to soothe. He can’t drink caffeinated on account of the jitters potentially screwing up his shot.

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Lorne admires pragmatism in others. Like seriously, he’s totally aware of how often those under his wing can’t deal with the pressure of amorality and thus crack under the force of their own conscience. So watching someone abandon sentiment and do what they feel is needed is ofttimes a pleasant surprise, even if he then feels the need to beat them anyway.

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Lester cross-dressing as Red Riding Hood. But we knew this already. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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              People say that I am h e a r t l e s s          

                                         ——  I just learned to use my heart { less }

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Watching the little shifts in Lester's countenance, Lorne offered a smile at a perfect constant. Every time they tried to negotiate like this he could practically watch Lester's mind readjusting to the nudge. Telling itself, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd enjoy it.

It was a cue, a cue that said he'd won. Even so, Lorne kept fast-forwarding to a scenario that never made it beyond the cutting floor - what he might have done if, at the fork in the road, they took a less desirable direction. The lengths to which he'd go.

He kept on nodding lightly, his stare more intense - he was, after all, wholly serious. The direction of Lester's inquiries, the repetition, it was as though he considered it something of which to be ashamed. As though Malvo wasn't completely certain of his choices. Pretty rich, from the king of happy mediums.

His eyes carried an amused glint, looking Lester over. All he said on the matter was, "You'd suit them."

As Lester grew more frustrated, Lorne tilted his head and smiled as you might at a small kitten. A lingering, condescending fondness. As though he hardly understood, which he didn't. Potential aside, all the body language, everything Lester did showed only that he was no big cat yet.

He saw where his partner's hand was headed and allowed his wrist to be grabbed, nodding in agreement with Lester's shallow little attempts to control the circumstance. They were, after all, fair enough.

"Would I?" he asked, a smirk brushing his face as he leant to the side to peck the other man on the cheek. The little use of his full name there, nice touch.

The answer to his question was more obvious than it looked. So many people, so many potential manipulators, tend to ignore the power of giving someone exactly what they want. That's all Lorne ever did to others.

Lester was his to manipulate, in his debt in a very unique circumstance. He couldn't have other people playing to every pleasure of his. The kind of person who did that knowingly wouldn't be clinging to what was left of their mundane little society - promises, gratitude. 

Oh, no, it wouldn't do to risk sharing this with anyone else.

Does Lester cross dress? It'd be so cute if he wore a little red riding hood outfit OWO

"Um…I don’t know where this information is comin’ from but I don’t do that sorta thing." 

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♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection ♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures ♞ for something that my muse wants to do ♟ for something my muse admires ☁ for something that make my muse sad ☂ for something my muse wants to protect ♨ for something that relaxes my muse

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Lorne smirked at Lester’s response. A little desperate - his partner might have been grasping for a quick retort - but he couldn’t help but like the openness. 'Old' Lester would indeed never have considered such a thing. Telling someone outright what was on his mind. So as some twisted ‘reward’, New Lester had been offered a glimpse into Lorne's mind - very few were granted that privilege and subsequently permitted a few more years of life.

He watched him with an attentiveness bordering on that of a hawk; that little flush of colour to his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. Of course, he had his own feelings to hide, but decades of practice had left him with a champion poker-face.

The moment it happened had been unexpected; rarely did his mind ever stray to fantasies beyond his control. He’d been listening to the tapes at the time - he never told Lester about the tapes, or the fact he still listened to his voice, all the teetering peaks, stuttering troughs. The same casual fondness a mundane person might afford to a favourite LP. And he saw it. He fucked it.

It wasn’t simply a case of wishing to creep his partner out (though, that’s definitely partly what he wanted to do); it was a chance to come to terms with that urge in the first place. Snuff it out... or quell it, depending whether he could make Lester come around.

Scoffing a little, he shook his head, ignoring that little order - if anything, he smiled broader. “Lester, I appreciate the concern, but we've all got needs." The concern, however, went far more appreciated than Lester might have realized. How far he had come since that day in the emergency room. How much less of a loser he had become, and all thanks to the man opposite.

Leaning a little closer, he whispered, "Any more than that - those stray thoughts, takin' up root - we're treading less into necessities, more into indulgence. Could delegate it to reality, but what then without input?"

Does Lester cross dress? It'd be so cute if he wore a little red riding hood outfit OWO

"Um…I don’t know where this information is comin’ from but I don’t do that sorta thing." 

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