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"It just- it seems like he should go to the police."

Leverage S05E04 The French Connection Job.

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Leverage 3x8 - "The Boost Job"

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he doesn't kill anymore . eliot has to remind himself of this as her admittance -- which follows further snarkery -- is processed by his brain . actually , he internally repeats that fact one more time as he takes a breath , turning the temperature down on the anger which is threatening to boil over .

" and you wanted to wait to tell me ... why ? i could'a seriously hurt you about ten times over by now . "

she's found her way beneath his skin,  and his reactions are far more telling than she's sure he'd like.   three words.  she could fix all of this in three easy words  &&   she knows it,  but that also means allowing them to be on equal footing,   it's allowing an element of vulnerability brunette has little taste for.

❝ anyone?  is that regardless of… everything?   I mean surely babies and toddlers aren't that dangerous - they're not big enough to hold a knife yet. ❞   it's one last tease, a play as eyebrows rise and smile grows.   toying just a little more. ❝ how do you know?  clearly I've been underestimating the under 5s,  perhaps I came to be taught the dangers of my ways. ❞

she's definitely going to get a sharp look or two about this later. ❝ sophie called me. I'm the cavalry. ❞

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he doesn't announce his presence -- knows he doesn't need to . for all his years of training , eliot really isn't sure he could ever manage to sneak up on sophie deveraux in her own safehouse . if he's being honest , all the aches and pains -- he won't bother to count them -- aren't leaving him much in the mood for standing around , but he's willing to ignore it for the sake of talking with her . if he can .

" sure , " eliot shrugs . the agreement isn't out of any real desire for tea so much as it's a good excuse to keep him in the kitchen -- a good excuse to keep sophie moving and thus , just maybe , more open to talking about ... all of this .

" you don't gotta give me the whole routine , soph . " getting her to be more honest about how she's feeling is definitely a start . " we ain't on a con . "

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They're holded up in one of her many safe houses. The term estate might be more apt. Right now, she's less concerned about the team's perception of the sprawling countryside property and more concerned about their well-being. She's also still seething at Nate. He'd called her to tell her that she was needed. Then, then, he went off and kissed her, knowing bloody well he'd been shot. (Is that the real reason he'd called? So, he could do that?)

He should be here with them, but instead of trusting her, he turned himself in to Sterling of all people! A part of her knows that he had trusted her... trusted her to get Parker, Hardison and Eliot to safety. That doesn't make anything better! She rather violently dumps her cold tea into the kitchen sink. "Wanker," muttered beneath her breath.

It's not until the kettle's warming on the hob that she acknowledges Eliot. She turns to face him with a fake smile. "Tea?" She offers.

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@nursc: ❝ reality doesn't impress me. ❞

eliot gives the statement some honest thought . he's not an idiot by any means , but conversations leaning towards the philosophical are definitely out of his usual wheelhouse . he's more than willing to spend a few extra seconds considering his response if it means not saying something entirely foolish . ( half - foolish is sufficient . )

" well , then , ma'am ... " eliot leans against the bar with a half smile . " what does impress you ? "

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selected, shortened sentences from anaïs nin's writings.

❝ reality doesn't impress me. ❞ ❝ i want to burn, even if i break myself. ❞ ❝ i want to live only for ecstasy. ❞ ❝ you should not love me. ❞ ❝ if you come too near me, i will hurt you. ❞ ❝ you are tender and delicate. ❞ ❝ you are dangerous and destructive. ❞ ❝ you give me strength. ❞ ❝ when you're in my arms, i know you're mine. ❞ ❝ you have the sun in you, and the softness. ❞ ❝ you cannot save people, you can only love them. ❞ ❝ you lose everything. ❞ ❝ you would not understand. ❞ ❝ what can i do to prove to you that i belong to you? ❞ ❝ focus on what is important in your life. ❞ ❝ you don’t find love, it finds you. ❞ ❝ i wept because i was no longer a child. ❞ ❝ you limit yourself. ❞ ❝ you create suffering. ❞ ❝ life is truly known only to those who suffer. ❞ ❝ your beauty struck me. ❞ ❝ we share the same madness. ❞ ❝ we have been poisoned. ❞ ❝ i can't let you go now. ❞

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OH ALSO my disco un is bonesys -- if u wanna add me there i will respond much faster than here B)

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hey guys this blog has sporadic activity

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it's a damn shame that hardison is so good at being obnoxious . every waking moment is a testament to eliot's self - control , truly . " i'm gonna hurt more'n just your feelings if you don't stop botherin' me . don't you got goblins to kill or somethin' ? "

"See, that's just hurtful," he tuts, jumping immediately for the high horse with a long-suffering hand raised to his chest and an even longer-sufferinger shake of his head "Hurting my feelings, just 'cause you don't know joy."

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the virgo thing is gonna stick , isn't it ? eliot is immediately reconsidering his good will , but reminds himself that the rest of the team annoyed the hell out of him at first , too . might as well offer maeve the same chance he gave them . she did get them out of a tight spot , after all .

" yeah , we're pretty unusual . " there's a fair bit of pride in that admission . " would'a never come together if not for nate and a paycheck , but ... this is good work . "

he lets the implication that it could be her good work , too , hang in the air .

does he trust her ? not quite . does he see a bit of himself in her -- the part that needed this team ? maybe . for all leverage as done for him , he's willing to gamble on a maybe .

that , and she has sophie's recommendation , which is good enough for him .

" it's a long story . tell it to you over a drink ? "

does she know how to unwind? probably not, and if she’s being honest, maeve doubts it’ll be a shock to anyone who has known her outside of her characters for more than a heartbeat. being busy keeps her going, keeps her thinking about interesting things.

some people simply don’t suit being themselves for too long. yet clever brown eyes watch him, more natural silence a sharp contrast to the more bubbly and loud role she’s spent last week playing. 

❝ now, mr virgo, one might think you’d made the error of warming to me. ❞ she smiles again, subtle yet still present on her features, raising eyebrows up in playful response. ❝ I’m sure you’re far too clever for that sort of thing - though I’m surprised you all managed to find each other. quite the unusual setup. ❞

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@assundries: not as fun as me. because i am known for being fun. (hardison)

eliot casts him a long look , silent for a beat . he would describe hardison as a lot of things , and some of those things might even be complimentary , but fun is not a word he would use . though eliot also recognizes his inherent bias -- hardison's idea of fun and his idea of fun are two very , very different things .

" the hell are you talkin' about ? " he grouches . " you burn when sunlight touches your skin . " and of course , all Real Fun happens outdoors .

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little baby plotting call -- if we haven't written together ( or if we have hehe ) give this a like and ill come bug you !!

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three left . eliot catches a fist before it can reach his jaw , redirecting it and stepping forward . grab wrist , sweep the leg , and that's one down . he dares to glance at the back of the woman he's protecting , just for a moment , before the next two guards remember that they're allowed to attack him at the same time , and he's thrust back into the familiar rhythm of the fight .

the other two are down in less than a minute , and eliot is hardly worse for wear .

" you good ? " he asks , knowing perfectly well that he's done his job , and she is . perhaps a part of him wants to see if she'll look at him when she answers .

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River turns around before the other sees her. She's content to let Mr. Spencer fight off hired security without her intervening. Brown eyes count marble tiles before she's bored. Well, that lasted all of five seconds. What else can she busy herself with, so, they don't see her face?

Oh. She catches sight of a wall panel that's just slightly off. She approaches it, ever aware of the sound of fighting behind her. She glances down at her wrist. Should she time him? No.

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⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

vomit. you can't handle this; you vomit as the sender groans about leaving evidence. wink. don't worry—you wink as you assure the sender you have no morals to offend. up front. the sender's job is a doozy; you demand half the payment now or you walk. hush. talk is cheap but you sure aren't. you accept the hush money from the sender. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. gulp. hard to argue with a bullet; you agree to the sender's demands. jugular. you hold your breath as the sender uses you to demonstrate how the murder weapon was used to strangle the victim.

patron. you know the sender is hired to keep you spending but you linger anyway. last call. the sender has one final cigarette in their pack; you take it without asking. loose lips. the sender pours you another glass as you finally confess. bills. it's on me—you pay for the sender's meal. cozy. there aren't enough seats open; you pull the sender onto your lap with a grin. coffee. you look like hell—you press a cup of coffee to the sender's hands. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender.

gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. speak up. you press the knife in deeper as the sender swears they didn't betray you. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. empty. you laugh at the sender as you throw your gun aside, finally out of bullets. rat. the sender falls to their knees and agrees to tell you everything they know. smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard. cut our losses. the sender won't make it; you leave them to die.

voyeur. you know the sender's watching; you open the blinds so they can watch. slip of the tongue. the sender whispers another's name against your skin. sign here. the sender traces a finger over [your choice], asking you to leave a mark. desk. your most enticing assignment yet: the sender bent over your desk. handcuffs. the sender dangles the key, teasing, but you hope they take their time. window. you press the sender against the glass, watching the city watching them. harsh light. what's worse? the hangover or that you can't recall the sender's name.

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₍ 🎞 ₎   the  great   (2020 – 2023)  rp  starters  ! featuring violence, explicit language & mature themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

if the crown fits ... take it.

i promised myself a great love. that didn’t work out. 

you fired something in me, and when i look at you now, i must have you again. 

i have carried a romantic idea of people all my life.

it was an act of love, not an act of betrayal.

i saw a great love as a kind of perfect love. maybe it's not.

you're delusional about people, about the world.

that is your great gift. but it's a curse as well.

we cannot change without cost, even if it is our own.

you are always seeking for me to look at reality. well, i am, and it's horrifying. 

it is a flaw for a leader to want love so much.

you don't believe in me. i've spent my life trying to get you to.. and you just don't.

the worst thing in life is to come up against your own limitations and stumble.

i can't stop loving you when you talk, it rushes me.

no morality, no philosophy, just win.

i think you have a large appetite that is not constrained by morality.

you are complicating me.

a great love, like a great country or a great leader even ... is a flawed one.

not as fun as me. because i am known for being fun.

it's .. close to enough.

you do this, and you can't come back. i mean it.

there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all.

i never thought being doomed would feel so pleasant.

i am fucked. i have decided to embrace it.

sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. 

i look at you ... and my heart breaks. for your pain. for your sorrows.

i will not live a powerless life.

i do not wish to avoid bloodshed. what part of that plan do you not understand?

sometimes i'm so clever, i have to take a breath not to become dizzy.

i think i was angry because no one has ever not liked me.

there is no other way. i am a prisoner here.

you think me more naive than i am.

we are always not quite as good as we wish.

i don't want to kill you. you're not a bad person.

i could kill you. you are a bad person.

you're so sweet sometimes, i could just kiss you on the nose.

people underestimate the joy in suffering.

it wasn't destiny that did it. i did it.

i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand.

you're lying, which is both out of character and really annoying.

i am as good as dead here. that's why i have nothing to lose.

i will not be at your, or anyone's whim.

i wondered what had happened to you! well, wondered might be too strong.

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u ever just think abt eliot bc like

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it's fair to say that he's used to working with others , but that doesn't make it any easier to get used to someone new . eliot stares at the other for a long moment , unimpressed by his attempt at small talk and simultaneously weighed down by instructions to play nice . ( which were unnecessary , by the way -- he always plays nice , unless they deserve it . )

question is countered by another question : " remind me what you do , again ? "

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As much as he preferred to work independently, Elias was no stranger to working with some sort of team. It didn't always go well but, well, at least he tried. "So..." A slow drawl as he glanced over at the other with a small tilt of his head. Considering. "You come here often?"