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[ TEXT ] So apparently being drunk at work isn’t allowed.. who knew?

[ text >> ruby ]: You know what’s also not allowed?[ text >> ruby ]: Stealing WINE.[ text >> ruby ]: Yeah, that’s right. I know e v e r y t h i n g.[ text >> ruby ]: 😉👀

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dcngerousfates:

There was something in his voice that had her pausing, faltering in her haste to escape him and this night and it all for a while. Looking at him–it hurt. Because knowing Theo was there and breathing meant his syndicate hadn’t offed him. He’d just left. Left it all behind, her behind. And it stung more than she’d anticipated. She’d grieved, allowed herself to cry for a friend she cared for more than her mind knew was safe. And he’d been taken, just like that. But now it all was brought to light and once again, people just took what you gave away and  l e f t. She was tired of it. Really, really tired. “If i’m not home by dawn–” the Petrovics would know and there would be an issue. Nothing she couldn’t handle, she hoped. 

Clearing her throat of the tightness it held, she ran a hand through her hair before crossing them over her chest. “Fine. We can talk. You’re here. And in one piece. For how long this time? Just so I can prepare and all.” Ophelia didn’t mean the harsh anger that tinged her words, but her emotions were getting the best of her after she’d spent so long learning to keep them at bay, to think with her head instead of her heart.

A glance down at the man who’d passed out from either his stupor or her punch, she frowned. “Can we at least pick a different alley or something?  Between work and this fun walk i’ve had enough handsy drunks for one evening.”

He would have lied to himself if he said he didn’t feel guilt about leaving her behind just like that. Every second he didn’t spend thinking about Bobby’s death his mind occupied itself with Ophelia and how cruelly he left here to rot between the very people that tortured her like that. Sometimes he would even hate War and blame them all for it, for forcing him away from the girl who so clearly needed him, but to be honest there was nothing stopping him from offering her a ride out of this. Instead, his selfishness took over and he was gone with the first wind. Now, with bile spitting through her words he couldn’t blame her, even if she decided she loathed him with everything that she was. Even if it hurt just a little too much for him to accept it, he was prepare to sit tight and let her pull away, if she wished.

“I don’t know,” he responded honestly, after a bit of a pause. Theodor knew it wasn’t the answer the porcelain skinned girl was waiting for, but he didn’t want to promise her things he wasn’t sure he could give. “As long as I don’t get killed I guess—” he tried to make it into a joke, but stopped himself and shook his head, hand scratching the back of his neck. With her request he nodded. “Okay, we can do that.”

The walk was short, just a few minutes to find a safer place to talk. Theo could feel his heart hit painfully against the rib cage, nervous was not something the man often felt but he did now and it distressed him even more. When they reached their temporary destination he leaned against the wall, feeling like needed some sort of support as he would try and explain something—anything—to her. Brown eyes stared at the familiar face cupped by waves, and it all felt cold to him. He did this. He must have broken her heart. 

“Bobby died,” he had to spit it out, but the rock on his chest stayed still. “And—I don’t know, I just.” A breath in, a breath out. “Ran.”

forget me nots|| Theo&Ophelia

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rubyrednightingale:

                                                   The number had been dialed, two rings from the other side before an operator picked up, Ruby stood in silence. Questions of her ‘emergency’, the redhead bit down on her lower lip, worrying it before stammering, “No-Nothing’s wrong. I made a mistake.” Emerald hues flickered up towards Theo across the room, slightly nerved, slightly uneasy, positively riddled with concern. 

                      “Fine, but- …” shaking her head, she moved back around to continue helping him clean things up. It took several moments before she was able to place her words, until decided upon those she wanted to voice. “-if something else happens, I’m doing something about it. I don’t know what, but something. I just- … don’t get yourself hurt, Theo. I know more than you think I do, and I’m sure I’m beginning to sound like a broken record here, but I don’t want to see you get hurt. I’m tired of having to worry about people all the time, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop.”

“Rubes, darling, I’ve been one of place-smashing buffoons before. No matter how much you think you know, nothing beats rough practice.” The ugly carved out scar heated up on his forearm with that thought, and he cleared his throat before moving away. “They either want me to leave or just—hell I know, get scared?” It wasn’t a question posed to Ruby, only a thought said loudly as his eyes scanned the mess. Instead, the redhead was one to be scared as he stood there, not knowing how to comfort her. “You’re gonna feed my cats tho, right? If anything happens, you get my cats, Faraday. All three; Mazikeen, Felix and Arsene. Imma haunt your ass so bad if I find out you gave them away.” He tried to lighten the mood up by nudging the girl, a little smile, but truth be told the possibility of him dying right now was just not the topic he wanted to discuss. 

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He knew that meeting Ophelia once again was unavoidable—Theodor already saw her around, knew she was here and probably angry with him; he couldn’t blame her, he would be angry too. Disappointed. Upset. That was all of those feelings he felt within towards himself, so he only figured she should feel at least double that. It hadn’t been that long—a year and a half, for him it was torture, heartache, misery that he kept dragging along with him, and maybe, just maybe he didn’t want her to see him that way. Unhappy and a shell of a man that he once used to be, still trying to bring his pieces back together. Slowly, but the process was made, and it especially felt that way when he saw that sleaze touch her against the girl’s will, an angry ‘hey!’ leaving his mouth, voice low and husky, echoing through every corner of the street. It seemed like his interference made the both of them turn their attention to him on some level, and—crack! —the blood flooded out of man’s nostril’s, Theodor’s eyes widening and eyebrows jumping up at the sight. 

You’re alive? 

All he could do was nod, faintly, absentmindedly, watching the whole circus unfold before his eyes. There was a part of him that knew he should have just slammed the disgusting piece of shit into the wall and right through it without a second thought, but another part said that Ophelia had it covered; and she did, even if a little hesitantly. “Fee, wait—please.”

Theo couldn’t blame her for wanting to get away from him, and everything that he brought back. Hell, he would have done the same thing. Obviously, the girl thought him to be dead and buried, when he just..what was he doing, again? Theodor was quite familiar with the whole situation back in her home, how she suffered and how he wished he could have ended it somehow, but not then, and not now—neither of these versions of him really knew how, and then selfishness took over mixed with hate and all black and red, and—

“Please, can we talk?”

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@thexmiscreant || As dangerous as it could be, there was something about nights in Bucharest that kept her coming back for more. Tonight, she’d spent her time helping a friend of a friend, serving drinks at some dance club. Once that had ended, Ophelia had a drink or two for herself before heading out, figuring it was time before an absence was noticed. It didn’t take long to place the man who’d followed her from the club, for she knew he’d been somewhat eyeing her since she declined the offer to dance in the mass of sweaty bodies. So she ignored the shout he sent her way, heels clicking on pavement as she sped up a bit to avoid an issue. 

But issues loved to find her it would seem. His fingers clamped down on her wrist hard. Too hard for her liking, his slurred breath washing over her and making her stomach roll. “Let me go.” Lia replied, eyes wide and pleading as she tried to appear easy enough. Punching people HURT and she really didn’t want the bruised knuckles it would bring. A low shout from behind her had her pausing, almost about to turn to see who called out but the drunk’s grip tightened and well, that was that. She spun and punched him flat in the nose. Her own wrinkling as she watched the blood poor from the maybe broken appendage. “I warned you dumbass, i’m going to have bruises now and that’s just rude!” 

Ophelia turned to make her way home once more, stopping in a lurch at the eyes that met hers from a ways away. Theo. No. That was impossible. But the voice that had spoken earlier had seemed too good to be true, and yet here he was. Alive, when she had been all but certain he lay somewhere six feet under. After he’d left without so much as a word. “You—you’re alive?” Before she could say another word her shoulder was gripped almost painfully, the drunk seeming to have regained the little wits he had. “Listen you little bitch–” He seethed, and she saw red. Now pushed just a bit too far, she threw her weight behind her next blow, knocking him to the ground and out for the count. Her heel slammed into his side for good measure, because why not? “I should taze you for that comment you..you.. Свинья. I put you down so stay down!” It was too much, between the drunk and Theo and all she could feel was the spinning of her own head. “I–should go,” with a weak smile and hazy eyes, she turned and walked back the way she came. A cab fare would be worth the lack of encounters. 

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[text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked

[ text >> fee ]: good girl! Proud.[ text >> fee ]: bit by bit and you will know everything you need about adulthood and responsibilities of alcoholism.[ text >> fee ]: do you need any aspirin? I’ll bring some coke. It’ll help. 

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[text] i didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way i like it and i think that showed?

[ text >> muyskens ]: I MEAN[ text >> muyskens ]: If by ~showed~ you mean shouting ‘harder’ every few minutes[ text >> muyskens ]: you broke the bull and then pat yourself on the back afterwards, lit a cig and passed out on the bar lol

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elenagrigori:

“You’re insane.” A short laugh bubbled to the surface. Leave it up to Theodor Vulpes to piss off the majority of a crime syndicate and then offer to punch a few of them. “I’m having a hard time thinking of you as a civilian. You’ve been in War so long and you know everything about us, it’s…” A slight shake of her head. “Strange.” What she really wondered was how he could go from years of caring about them and being involved as much as he was as a Level 2 to simply not caring anymore at all. She could hardly imagine him working a normal job without any shady business, no longer taking care of newly recruited messes like her, no more fighting, no more hanging out at the Pit with your ridiculously large and slightly broken family.

“Can’t say I know where he hangs out when he’s not vandalizing shit with me.” A light shake of her head. “What’s the name? I probably heard of it even if I’ve never been there.” Courtesy of living on the streets and making it through a myriad of foster families, many of which had lived in different neighborhoods. Bucharest was big, but there weren’t too many areas the brunette was entirely unfamiliar with - bars especially were always on her radar.

“Yeah,” a slow, uncertain nod, and his face fell just a little. Strange was one way to put it—he felt like there was a hole in his life where War used to be, and he missed those simpler times greatly. But it was different now, and no matter he wished he could explain himself, and get everything off his chest it just seemed impossible to. The wound still felt fresh as it all have happened just a few days ago instead of a year, and he wasn’t even sure if he ever could open up enough to pour it all out. On the other hand, would they even understand? Would Elena accept that kind of explanation or would she condemn him as putting something above War? As of now, he could only assume the worst, no matter it didn’t make anything better. “Shit happens,” he breathed, voice silent. A lightly way to put it. Shit. Happens. What a joke. 

He looked at her again, forcing himself to appear in a little lighter mood than he actually was, and shoved hands into his pockets. “It’s called Foxes. Have been around for a little while. Usually no trouble until a few nights back when a few of yours decided to give me a visit.” He laughed, shaking his head still remembering his own shock at the view before him. “Almost forgot how angry yall can be, I’d thank them for the reminder, but—you know, kinda risky to put my head out. So if you hear any of them bragging, feel free to drop a ‘thanks’.”

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elenagrigori:

A smile lifted the corners of her lips, lighting up her face. So this was what it was like when people came back, a pleasant confirmation that they were fine, that they were alive, that they didn’t end up dead in a ditch somewhere. It was nice. It was really nice. Elena allowed the hug to grow warmer before she pulled back, realizing then that she had missed this idiot, in her own quiet ways, pushed to the back of her mind and never mentioned in any way that wasn’t a fist connecting with a punching bag. Taking a small step back, the brunette fought another bout of dizziness, black dots temporarily dancing in front of blue eyes, persisting even after a few blinks. “Am I?” Amusement colored her voice. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that because I’m not part of an angry mob coming after you?”

A breath. “Of course I’m still kicking. You know me, somehow I always survive.” Her words were dressed in elegant levity, wrapped into a smile as though the mere idea of her being anything other than her badass self was ridiculous - compensating for the fact that recent events had left her wondering how alright she truly was, how deep the newest surface scratches went, and if they were even surface scratches at all. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other to alleviate the pain in her side, Elena curiously tilted her head. “So… how long have you been back? What have you been up to?”

He raised his palms up, laughing at her comment with eyes becoming only narrow lines, proving honesty. “Guilty as charged.”

It was the best approach to all of this messy situation he had gotten himself into—what else could he do if he wanted to stay in Bucharest? Any other country was the safest place for the runaway, for the heretic they thought him to be, but this was a thing of stubbornness, even if it ended up killing him in the very end. Which wouldn’t be all that surprising. He knew War way too well to hope for any other ending. “Yeah, yeah I do know that you survive.” There was a slight something in Theodor’s voice, maybe he sounded a little reproachful, maybe just worried. “Some of those level twos pick you a little too hard—you tell me, yeah? I’d gladly scratch my knuckles. Sucks to be a civilian, lemme tell ya.” But with a shrug, he dropped the topic of her well being, unless she wished to continue it herself. 

“For a lil bit,” admitted Theo, with a slow nod accompanying his words, “You know the bar Matty’s lurking in since forever, with the redhead lady? Got that one under my name, a little to occupy myself with. Still get to kick people out, so it’s something.”

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’ Are you.. happy? ’

“If this is happiness, I didn’t expect it to include yall trying to get my kidneys out, man. I’m alright—ish, that’s all ya need to know.”

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rubyrednightingale:

                                       We’ll be fine. The idea of being fine seemed laughable to Ruby at this point. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt truly fine. And fine was just that – it wasn’t good, it wasn’t spectacular. “You don’t KNOW that.” No one did, and maybe Theo was talking about this situation right here in this moment, but other things had leaked through the cracks. The fact of the matter was that she was exhausted of things like this. TIRED of seeing people she cared about hurt in one way or another.

                                       “You know what? Forget this.” the redhead exclaimed decisively, “I’m tired of seeing stuff like this happen. It’s not fair to you. I don’t know what sort of debt you owe, but this? THIS isn’t right.” she gestured around before making a stomp towards the phone that hung back behind the bar, picking it up to dial. She didn’t ask, she turned towards him and stated, “I’m calling the police.”

“Ruby,” he spoke her name but it was too late as she already had a phone in her hand and all Theodor could think of and what he did was take it and shut it down. While her intentions were the best, it would bring nothing good to this situation they were in. He was in. The redhead was just an innocent bystander, this violence wasn’t directed at her, it was for him to solve and to take care of. “No. No police. Police ain’t gonna fix shit about this. Do you think they don’t have connections in there?” 

To him it was obvious, he was one of them not so long ago. Police usually turned a blind eye to War’s activity because they served a certain purpose in Romania’s society. And now? Even if he would give names and faces, it would mean nothing, it might even anger them more. “You gotta have a little trust in me, kid, I can take care of this. I’ve dealt with it before, I’ve been there before.” But he wasn’t sure if it would go away just like that. If one time was enough for them to satisfy their anger. And that anger Theodor was very familiar with. More than he was willing to admit. “Police is not the answer. Not in this case.”

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elenagrigori:

Unfolding her legs from beneath her, Elena slowly stood, a familiar, sharp pain shooting through her side at the movement. Surprise me. The stupid levity in his voice reminded her of their stupid friendship, but at the same time it made her wonder if he was taking any of this seriously, if he even cared that the people who’d once called him family were now the ones shouting traitor from the rooftops. Punching him was probably what most of them would want her to do, blood and bruises for the level 2 who’d let them down, who’d turned his back on them as if family meant nothing at all.

Elena decided if they wanted him hurt, they could fucking punch him themselves. One small step forward reduced the distance left between them. Shifting her weight to the front of her boots, the brunette stood on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around the taller man in a light, tentative embrace. “I’m glad you’re alright.“

She stood up and he felt his muscles tense just for a short second, brown orbs watching her move. He used to adore everyone in War, he used to love them as his own blood, and in some cases it hadn’t changed a bit. There stood Elena whom he accepted as a newbie, still fresh to the whole syndicate thing, eager to teach her and eager for her to learn everything she could. War was home for those who couldn’t ever be accepted anywhere else. Fights would happen, blood would be spilled, but never out of malice, never out of pure hatred or to hurt someone you considered a part of family. So even if she had decided to punch him right there right now, he would endure it like he was taught, accepting the emotion she felt, but—

“And I’m glad you’re still alive,” a wider, but a tad sad smile appeared, even though the woman wouldn’t see it now (and he was glad she didn’t) as he accepted her hug. “You know you’re one of my favorites, right? I wouldn’t be able to ever forgive myself if something stupid happened to you. If you put something in a way of anything stupid. You hear me?” Theo pulled back to just look at her with a brow going up in inquiry. “You alright, yeah? You’re still kicking?”

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elenagrigori:

It was gentle surprise that spread over her features as Elena took in the man who approached her. Theodor Vulpes was one of the first friends she’d made upon joining the house years ago - before he’d become one of the first within her newlyfound family to disappear. It hadn’t been much of a shock for the former street rat then, she was used to people leaving without much of a goodbye, homeless friends who vanished for a multitude of reasons, rarely happy ones. People who didn’t express heartfelt sentiments because they’d never received any either, people who just needed to get away. It was only by everyone else’s reaction that she’d learned it wasn’t common for members of the syndicate to just disappear.

“So you really are back,“ the brunette muttered, bright eyes narrowing slightly as she kept her gaze trained on him, expression void of a smile but not hostile either. This was out of the ordinary - as much as Elena was used to people leaving, she wasn’t at all used to them returning. “I’m not sure if I should punch you or hug you.“

A slow nod from Theo’s side, careful not to cross his boundaries. He wasn’t afraid of being punched by the other; from where he stood, she had the full right to. Nothing was explained to any of them, because it was a closed matter, something too risky and too painful to open up. He had his reasons—that’s all he would say to anyone who would ask, as he had no pleasure in revisiting that time, even if it was only in his mind. “It’s my home,” he shrugged responding. While War was a stranger as of now, Bucharest was a place he was born into and where he grew up, where most of his experiences came from. No matter he had the opportunity to travel anywhere he liked, eventually he came to the only place he could really call home. 

“Surprise me,” he joked, tone still light, but he managed to paint a little smile with a curious tilt of his head. There were way more people who wished to punch or outright kill the man rather than show him any sign of affection, but with Elena keeping herself so calm and still he couldn’t guess which of those (or if even either) it would be.

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He made a decision to stay away from syndicate business the second he left one. There was trouble, pain and blood involved in every step they made. Naturally that forced Theodor to build a wall between himself and those he had left behind as well—mainly because many hated the outrageous act, and some it was a little too painful to watch from sidelines. He almost felt like a stalker then, when he saw Elena walking up to a bench, as he kept his distance for a while staying behind her, but at this point? It was either he turned around and left, like a coward, or went towards her where her seeing him was inevitable. 

Theo even stopped for a second there, trampling before pushing himself to walk up to the other, his demeanor calm and confident no matter the anxiety hiding within. “Gotta admit, weird seeing you sit still for once, Elena,” chirped he in a little bit of a teasing tone, but friendly nonetheless. It was a risk to take not because the woman would have tried to fight him—or whatever else—but because he possibly could have seen disgust in her eyes and he wasn’t sure he could dismiss that so easily.

With a quiet breath, Elena all but collapsed onto the park bench. The air in her apartment had become stale and stagnant, days bleeding into each other and slipping away from her too easily, thoughts distorted by painkillers and bitterness. The urge to go to the gym and punch something was tugging at her insides, a constant pull she was starting to find harder and harder to ignore, the lack of exercise manifesting itself in restlessness. She couldn’t risk tearing the fresh stitches and so she’d wandered to a nearby park instead, the fresh air tinging her pale cheeks pink, a slight and pleasant breeze swirling through dull, chestnut hair.

Carefully putting her legs up on the bench indian-style, the brunette fought off a brief moment of mild dizziness, eyes temporarily closing as she let the sun warm her face. Almost spring. Cursed and abandoned. The damn clue kept popping into her mind, along with the newest video, irritating her, because there wasn’t much she could do about any of it right now, not with the stupid hole in her side. She wanted to grab her Beretta and a handful of ammo and join Sloane, but she was stuck where she was, knowing she’d only slow everyone down.

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rubyrednightingale:

Ruby’s eyes were indeed wide as ever upon entering the bar. And who could blame her? The place was a MESS. Something had happened last night, the what a mystery. Taking in his words, she quipped a brow, though ultimately shook her head. “Nope. Not gonna say a word.” Seemed the right path to take as she moved around the wreckage to place her things down behind the bar. A bitten tongue, the more she observed, the harsher that bite became before … “Actually. I’m just gonna say it. Half the bottles back here – they’re busted. How’re we supposed to operate tonight with …“ she dipped down, pulling up the two bottles that remained unscathed to put on display, “- One bottle of whiskey, and some pre-made margarita that I’m sure’s been sitting here since ‘83? —- If someone’s trying to send a message, don’t you think I get an explanation?”

Theodor straightened his back as he got up from fixing yet another table leg, crooked and barely holding—hopefully will be fine for tonight, but if he was honest with himself, most likely not. “There’s some in the basement, we’ll be fine.” He had some alcohol in his garage too, if they would delay opening for an hour he could go and get it..Even then, the place looked like a murder scene and the anger right under his skin was beginning to become visible with its hot shades of red and acidic stench. 

“We just need to—” a bitter pause, heavy on his chest as he pinched the bridge of his nose closing his eyes just for a single second, just to regain his posture instead of succumbing to the heat in his bones and putting his fist through a wall. What was he supposed to tell her? To not get involved in criminal activities? That went without saying, he supposed, and that would have scared her more than anything else. “Old debts, Rubes,” sighed he, picking up yet another chair from the ground he needed to fix or throw out, “These debts don’t want me here much, is all. We’ll be fine.” Or at least he hoped that if he repeated it enough times it’d be true.

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dcngerousfates:

“You’re on. Consider me your new protege. Padawan? We can figure out a name later.” she mused, giggling. At least this week had a silver lining now. Shooting him the brightest of her grins, she was quick to nod. “Of course of course. I’ll protect you from the baddies Theo. They won’t even see me coming.”

“Just tell me when and where and i’m all in.”

Padawan. He snorted before shaking his head. “Star wars; really Fee?” He took the money of one of his last customers, fingers working quick before shoving them into the register. “I’m pretty sure the baddies soon will need protection from you, yeah?” Theo smiled back at her, enjoying the sight of her happy—Ophelia was one of those regular customers he didn’t mind seeing every day, and now he’d be able to teach her a thing or two. Occupy his own mind. “Jedi in training,” another chuckle left his lips, “Gotta admit, kinda fitting. Maybe I’ll make a light-saber-thing just for you, mm? Would ya like that? Can kick some ass and look nerdy while doing it.”

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rubyrednightingale:

                     There was something genuine in his expressions, in his words, as Ruby studied him carefully. Not wanting to look at the rest of the world around them, there was a fear she felt of what she might see. “A  l a b r a t o r y?” repeating, unsure if she’d heard him correctly, but that was revealed in the continue, a furrow of the brow. “How is this even possible?” not that she expected him to have ALL the answers, but now they needed to figure out what the hell was going on. “Who would even do this to us? To anyone! It’s nuts.”

Eyes darting out in a glance to either side, she leaned in closer to Theo to whisper. “Do you think this is like … the Matrix or something?” She’d seen the movie, things hadn’t turned out well within. In any other circumstance, she would have sounded absurd, but if he called her out for this one, given everything HE was saying – well, that’d be a reason to stab ( sort of ). “You’re absolutely sure about this? I mean, you want me to just stab you like …” she mimicked the motion, nervously. “But what happens after I stab you? Does that mean you’re just gone and I’m still here . . ? Do I stab you then stab myself? Sheez, I sound like a nutcase. You’re not just gonna tell me these things then leave me behind.”

Brown eyes widened at redhead’s rambling, a head tilt and then a look at the weapon she was holding. It took him a second to respond to a question who was going to stab whom and how it would all work. Theo gently took the knife out of her hands, just in case she decided to stab him as an experiment of sorts, a reproachful look on his face. “First of all,” he began, shifting the blade towards his own stomach, trying not to flinch at the idea alone. It wasn’t pleasant. Not the first time, and won’t be this time either, “I stab myself and then you do this to you—the fella who decided to stab me the first time disappeared into the thin air, Rubes. Do you wanna disappear?” He assumed it was some kind of a protection thing against those who could be violent towards others, but whether it was truth or not, he wasn’t all that eager to risk it. 

“When you wake up,” his fingers spun around the handle tighter, “Try to resist the urge to fall back asleep.” Theodor had failed the first time, confusion taking the best of him and pushing brain into a familiar warmth it has been drowning since forever. But this time? It would be different. And with that, he shoved the blade into his stomach, his body falling right to the ground as if it was turned off.

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rubyrednightingale:

                       Frazzled, Ruby huffed once she’d been set down. “SHIT, Theo.” He’d made a scene, he’d forced her out in the middle of her date, “Whatever this is, it’d better be important.” Forget the fact that she thought she might’ve seen something herself – the thought that something sinister was going on settled with a sickness in her stomach. It would have been easier to have laughed it off, but he didn’t leave that as an option for her. Busy fixing her hair, Ruby rolled her eyes before looking upon him and then down towards the ground.

Expecting to see nothing, the shock etched across her face as she focused on the bloodied knife. Silencing her from any further arguing, she leaned down towards it, waiting for it to disappear. It never would. “Wh … What?” She’d never seen anything like it before as far as her mind could recall. Bad things like this simply didn’t happen … but then how did she even know what it was? If the sight of blood so sordid was something new, Ruby felt her mind struggling to wrap around what was going on – to comprehend in a way that made sense in simplicity. “Theo, are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? Maybe it’s all just a prank on us both?” Yeah right, even her tone wavered, suggesting that she wasn’t certain. “Do you remember anything that happened after you were stabbed?” she asked, bending down to reach for the knife that was all the more real in the moment that her fingers wrapped around its handle. “What if … one of us were stabbed again?”

“A prank,” repeated he, memory pushing to the second it all happened, remembering more details with his mind struggling to accept them. It was like trying to get through a thick plastic veil. “Hardly.” His answer fell short, as Theo still remembered the feeling of a cold blade in his gut. “Pain was real,” muttering under his breath he pinched himself hard enough to trigger his memory into producing more details, blood stained fingers leaving a mark. It was like they were nothing but separate programs written into a world of sorts—an utopia, a world which existed with no pain and no trouble, where everyone was happy and at peace. Almost as if someone tried to turn their eyes away from a bigger problem. 

Pause. He remembered the feeling of cold metal under his back, the dizziness, the lights, the smell of iron.. “I woke up in a room—laboratory, I think. Bodies everywhere, sleeping..” He shook his head, Theodor’s memory not serving him well. “I felt drowsy and I saw you there, and then—” brows furrowed he looked at her, confusion rippling through his features. “When I got back I knew I had to find you and somehow I did. It’s a pretty damn big city, Ruby, and yet I accidentally ended up exactly where you were, yeah? That’s kinda weird, you’ve got to admit it.” Like with a click of a fingers his needs were fulfilled. Looking down to the knife in her hand he clearly hesitated before speaking up, jaw twitching with familiar sight. “You know, any other time I’d say hell no and you’re stabbing yourself over my own dead body alright, but—” another pause, struggling. “I guess something fatal is the only way out.”

au: fool’s paradise | theo x ruby