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    i’m gonna wear that dress you like-- real tight. gonna do my hair up real nice.

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The “break my muse” stuff gets old. Make them smile and mean it.

I dare you to make my muse happy.

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my heart has given you love try not to need you so much you were the one, right from the start your eyes were saying the same

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lone wolf;

    “I hope you’re no expecting to live long enough.” The words are light, like she’s talking about the weather. Smiles, lips thin and pressed tightly together; the only sign she might be stressed. Her hand reaches out, slowly. Grabs a fistful of the guys shirt and lurches him forward, eyes turning to ice in an instant as she stares at him coolly. Maybe there’s more there, something she’s not showing that’s biting at her veins, but she’s good at deception.

Her hold is tight, lifting him slowly until he’s in the air and holy shit, why is she so strong? Her biceps bulge only slightly, and apparently he underestimated the raw strength she holds. Throws him to the floor, watching as he hisses before righting himself to glare her way. She looks amused, maybe. Can’t tell, because she’s an enigma at this point.

“You think sneaking in hasn’t been tried before?” Circles him slowly, to a table somewhere behind him. Hears the shift of metal on wood, the distinct sheen of a knife. Circles back, waving a massive looking machete at him like it’s a stick or something.

“You know, you’re not nearly as smart as you’d like to think. Solo shit? Get’s you no where. Lone wolf-ing is a surefire way to get killed.” Thumbs the knife, hissing gently when it slices through her thumb, sucks it, raising her eyebrows his way.

“I mean, I tried. Boring and not good for personal health. And don’t get me wrong, being freelance is great but--” The knife is at his throat soon, and her face is one of contemplation. Deciding on how she should word this.

“I was young and stupid. I got caught, and then I learned to work with my employers rather than try to distance myself and you know, it worked. I lived,” Ducks down, knife dropping where his hopes rise. Maybe she won’t kill him. “--and I stay alive when I kill fucks like you.” The cut is swift, sudden. Snorts to herself at the gargling, kicking his body over and wipes her blade on his clothes. Someone would clean that up, for now it’s time to check on her boss.

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    human beings in a mob; what’s a mob to a king? what’s a king to a god?

and what’s a god to a non-believer, who don’t believe in 

                                                                                                                     anything?

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