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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.          ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯          ❝          what     i     think     they     meant     to     say     was     that     they     wished     your     mom     had     given     birth     to     a     can     opener,     because     then     at     least     it     would     be     useful.          ❞

❝          oh,     fuck     off          !          bit     harsh     there,     dickhead.          ❞          pot,     calling     kettle     black          :          when     handcuffs     had     finally     come     off     of     stinging,     𝚛𝚎𝚍     -     𝚛𝚊𝚠     𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜          &          he’d     been     asked     very     politely     if     he’d     wanted     a     LAWYER,     he’d     asked     for          that     italian     cunt          …          y’know,     it’sa     me,     manwhore-io          !          (          another     charge     on     a     rap     sheet     longer     than     the     fuckin’     odyssey.     drunk          &          disorderly,     𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇     𝗈𝖿     𝖺     𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽     𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾,     illicit     use     of     a     controlled     substance          …          )          there     is,     of     course,     supercolossal     truth     to     brutality     that     @bludluna​,     figure     he     considers     an     uncle,     spits.     only     one     party     to     this     viperish     parley     will     admit     it,     though,          &          it’s     not     the     one     with     the     cocaine     nosebleed     on     the     horizon.          ❝          i     am     useful.     fuck     off.          ❞          said     like     𝗁𝖾     𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌     𝗂𝗍,     𝗈𝖿     𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾          :          with     a     disdainful     sniff          +          something     that     borders     on     a     pout.

    𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓    𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒    𝐈𝐍    𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐒 ,        frenzied    to    claw    from    insides ;        manners    thankfully    halting    the    spill    of    brash    criticisms .        no    good    would    come    from    insulting    the    “big    boss” ,        but    goddamnit    the    ego    crammed    into    closet    sized    space    was    far    too    farcical    of    an    opportunity    to    dismiss .        𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕    𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚖    𝚒𝚜    𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍    once    foot    passes    threshold    of    office ,        albeit    a    poor    excuse    for    one .        the    entity    of    the    fbi    must’ve    been    eager    to    discard    stoicism    in    cheap    suit ,        dungeon    like    confines    speaking    volumes .        ❛    who    did    you    PISS    OFF ?    ❜        vulgarity    uttered    inside    government    walls    wasn’t    the    first    time ,        if    anything ,       such    vernacular    had    become    synonymous    with    job .        languid    gaze    shifts ,        observing    𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄    𝗈𝖿    𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅    𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ,        male    flawlessly    adhering    to    cookie    cutter    mold    of    mindless    puppet .        ❛   is    ramshackle    chic    apart    of    the    new    fbi    handbook ?        don’t    get    me    wrong ,        the    sequestered    dungeon    look    is    really    working    for    you .    ❜              

𝗸𝗶𝘁'𝘀    𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲        —        @bludluna​ .

an   uneasy   feeling   is   reactionary   to   being   in   a   room   full   of   divine   beings.      being   raised   by   two   unholy   ones,      it   feels   almost   unnatural   for   them   to   be   sitting   in   their   midst,      vowing   to   protect   the   innocent   at   their   beck      &      call.      what   a   joke.      while   their   allegiance   is   rooted   in   falsehood,      playing   the   part   is   still   a   chore.      they   make   a   mental   note   to   bill   the   bloodsuckers   for   emotional   exhaustion.         “         so   what’s   the   point   of   this      …      meeting      ?      what’s   so   important   that   it   couldn’t   have   just   been   a   strongly-worded   e-mail      ?         ”         impatience   sullies   their   tone,      cerulean   tracing   around   to   meet   every   familiar   face      :      many   of   which   they   would   like   to   forget.      the   faster   they   can   scutter   their   way   out   of   these   four   walls,      the   better.         “         i   came   here   on   a   favour.      extra   counselling   costs   a   fee.      i   don’t   do   charity   work   and   as   you   can   probably   guess,      i’m   very   expensive.      can   we   hurry   up      ?         ”

rather    face    she    -    demon    alone    than    be    stuck    at    this    meeting.    hellhounds,    saints,    druids    all    were    nothing    in    comparison    to    what    𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢    dominic    found    sitting    amongst    other    slayers.    childhood    of    carrying    generational    burden    /    repercussions    of    childhood    damages    seeped    into    present    day    autonomy    (    death    harbrings    coming    of    age    as    teenage  -  hood    begin    with    blood    stained    palms.    the    common    denominator    for    those    in    the    room    -    maybe    that’s    why    your    so    DESPERATE    to    be    anywhere    else.    )    nic    keeps    posture    close    to    the    spine    of    his    chair,    digits    writhe    with    a    pen.    ❝    i    don’t    think    what    we’re    facing    with    can    be    summed    up    in    an    email.    ❞    blonde    shrugs,    dread    consumes,    what    lies    beyond    the    dark    ?    ❝    but    y’know,    next    time    the    city’s    mayor    is    brutally    murdered    we    might    just    send    a    voice    memo.    save    you    from    even    having    to    even    read    the    email.    ❞    low    sigh    leaves    as    he    senses    𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍    gazes.    ❝    we’re    hopin’    to    cash    in    that    favour    for    some    insight.    i’m    sure    we    can    cover    that    fee.    ❞    gaze    splits    towards    kit,    look    hinting    at    how    metaphorical    the    we    part,    actually    is.

          atticus   currently   is   utilizing   every   fiber   of   his   being   to   maintain   his   restraint   and   prevent   a   vexed   scowl   across   his   visage.   entitlement   and   cutthroat   attitude   from   a   russian   slayer   with   little   to   no   affiliation   with   the   members   of   notable   slayer   families   sitting   across   the   them   ;   it   is   suspicious   why   they   answered   the   call   for   help   when   they’re   this   disinterested   and   impatient.   perhaps   it   is   patriotism   bleeding   through   trained   unbiased   as   a   government   agent   &   politeness   as   a   son   of   opulent   parentage.   but,   even   for   as   someone   with   the   label   prodigy   slapped   on   their   forehead   amongst   the   next   generation   of   slayers   during   their   childhoods   …   even   kit   possess   mental   (   and   physical   )   scars   that   cause   discontent   being   in   the   same   room   as   slayers   —   aligned   to   each   other   or   not.   he   just   masks   it   way   better   than   the   person   beside   him.   said   person   gives   kit   a   split   -   second   gaze   that   meets   with   his   own,   an   exasperated   sigh   passing   brims.   he   almost   feels   bad   for   the   characters   dominic   has   had   to   deal   with   while   he   was   over   in   d.c.   of   course   kit   is   well   -   aware   of   the   slayer’s   many   skeletons   in   their   closet   and   questionable   loyalties.   he   does   have   access   to   highly   classified   information   that   no   other   slayer   could   receive   (   legally   of   course   ).   ❛   what   we   will   be   compensating   you   for   accepting   this   favor   will   cover   any   last   minute   fees   you   wanna   throw   at   us,   ❜   a   confirming   nod,   switching   back   to   the   topic   at   hand.   ❛   what   we   discuss   here   will   not   leave   this   room.   this   is   confidential   and   unfit   to   be   in   a   chain   -   email   that   can   easily   be   viewed   by   our   unsub,   ❜      unwavering   optics   flicker   across   faces   around   the   table,   making   sure   the   slayers   are   listening.   ❛   we   need   all   the   insight   we   can   get   to   figure   out   what   happened   at   st.   michael’s   and   the   night   our   first   two   victims   were   murdered.   what   matters   first   is   to   figure   out   WHAT   murdered   our   three   victims   before   we   even   look   for   a   who.   we’ve   all   seen   our   fair   share   supernatural   beings   with   the   combined   experience   under   our   belts.   anything   you   may   know   will   help   get   this   investigation   back   on   its   tracks.   ❜   

failure’s    contagious,    dictum    abrasively    branded    by    those    found    themselves    labelled    as    an    agent    of    the    commission    ;    a    mere    conspiracy    amongst    the    government    divisions.    found    underneath    dante’s    seventh    circle,    slowly    overtake    the    attic    level    the    county’s    department    gave    up.    the    commission    were    undesirable,    dealing    with    peculiar    missing    persons    cases    up    until    the    past    month    where    𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕’𝚜    𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝    has    begun    to    scorch    the    earth.     now,    weekly    reports    (    stories    albeit    altered,    truth    had    to    be    simplified    -    their    reactions    were    seared    into    your    fraught    mind.    )    were    not    enough.    the    name    rang    familiar    alarm    bells    ;    held    front    row    seat    to    his    descent    from    grace    into    the    pits    of    the    commission’s    formation.    nic    had    dreaded    the    countdown    of    kit’s    arrival,    like    sands    in    a    timer    eroding    away    (    replace    it    with    𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚌,    the    partnership    ruined    in    apathy.    )    no    need    to    tidy    /    a    colosseum    of    classified    files    &    red    string    looping    the    commission    together.    let    the    righteous    @bludluna​​    enter    &    meet    dominic’s    phlegmatic    gaze,    ❝    fbi’s    GOLDEN    BOY    has    finally    graced    us    with    his    presence.    ❞    dialect    muses    in    sarcasm,    swift    gestures    lighting    up    a    cigarette    like    second    nature.    ❝    i    gotta    know    .    .    .    are    they    edging    you    with    some    kind    of    promotion    if    you’d    clean    up    their    𝚋𝚒𝚐    𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔    𝚞𝚙    ?    ❞    feign    sympathy    with    knitted    eyebrows.    take    place    resting    his    body    against    the    edge    of    his    desk,    arms    folded    &    sleeves    rolled    from    hours    of    work    earlier,    ❝    no    offence,    kit.    this    is    the    worst    time    for    a    reunion,    enough    is    already    happening.    ❞

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.          the     midnight     sun. 𝚏𝚘𝚛.          @bludluna​          &          sebastién     constantine.

shot     thrown     back     at     almost     dizzying     rate          ;          it’s     not     like     he     needs     liquor     to     deal     with     matters     of     the     familial,     but     it     never          hurts.          (          younger     sister’s     gloom,     𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍     in     vivid     cobalt     is     every     bit     as     HARROWING     in     recall          /          united,     tossed     asunder     alike     by     specter     that     𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍     𝗍𝗈     𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒     𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀     𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾     but     willingly     relegates     himself     to          …          what,     background     figure          ?          )          speak     of     family,     though          :          he     recognises     sebastién’s     steps     in     half     a     heartbeat.     time,     distance,     fuck     it     ALL     to     hell          &          back,     he’ll     always     know     distinctive     sounds.          he     makes     the     same     ones.          funny     things,     twins          ⎯⎯          so     many     years     spent     in     mutual     orbit     that     there’s     no     𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬     𝐨𝐟     𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,     no          …          anything.     limber     hand     simply     waves     another     shot     over,     nudges     it     towards     him          /          soundless     offer.          ❝          god,     i     fucking     hate     that     office.          ❞          no     need     to     CLARIFY     when     they     both     know     𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜     𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢     𝚘𝚗𝚎     he     could     ever     refer     to          !          ❝          pretty     sure     ken’s     still     on     the     couch     there.     i     tried     telling     her     that     he’s     a     fuckin’     flake          &          that     she’s     got     a     better     chance     of     catchin’     him     here,     but          …          ❞

he   didn’t   even   bother   trying   to   hide   his   absurd   proclivities   for   chaos.      at   his   core      ;      self-serving   tendencies   crack   at   the   foundation   of   friendship.      if   all   goes   up   in   smoke,      sure      …      he’ll   gladly   take   responsibility.      the   entertainment   would   have   been   well   worth   paying   off   a   clean   up   crew.         “         done   stomping   your   feet   ‘cause   daddy   didn’t   let   you   get   your   way      ?         ”         while   not   the   patron   saint   of   maturity   himself,      he   can   sense   the   likes   of   a   overgrown   children      (      much   like   himself.      one   of   the   reasons   why   their   friendship   withstood   the   test   of   time      )   throwing   a   temper   tantrum   from   a   mile   away.      the   sneers,      pouts      :      common   characteristics   stemming   from   privilege.      something   the   two   were   born   into,      something   jp   had   only   recently   start   to   settle   his   roots   in.         “         sure,      those   other   people   can   stab   a   grandma   and   push   some   kid   off   some   stairs   but   we’re   talking   carrot   top   here.      they’d   fucking   murder   the   old   hag   and   force   feed   it   to   the   kid.      we   need   smart   and   we   need   balls   to   the   walls   insane.      the   very   same   one   you   willingly   fucked,         ”         flashes   ari   a   look   that   silent   atunes   to      …      why’d   you   stick   your   dick   in   crazy      ?         “         and   one   you   have   had   a   surprisingly   great   track   record   working   with.      one   of   you   knows   personal,      one   knows   professional.      if   we   need   to   kill   them,      we   have   all   the   shit   we   need.      habits,      strengths,      weaknesses.      i’m   sure   you   two   can   easily   take   the   bitch   on,         ”         hands   motioning   as   he   speaks,      shrug   falling   as   the   list   drags.      figure   pulls   away   from   the   leather   to   lean   across   the   table,      smirk   hinting   at   the   edges   of   his   lips.      brow   peaking      —      a   challenge         “         come   on.      don’t   tell   me   you’re   actually   scared   of   them,         ”

something     of     the     amaranthine     middle     child          ⎯⎯          tantrum     like     a     way     to     be     heard,     perhaps          ?          falls     on     deaf     ears     regardless,          &          it’s     only     when     piteous     attempt     at     retaliation     goes     𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑻𝑳𝒀     rebuffed     that     he     settles     on     disconsolate     indifference.          ❝          ...          i     hate     it     when     you’re     right,     you     know     that          ?          ❞          &          the     truth     of     it     is     that     tatiana     is     vindictive,     ferocious          ;          same     attributes     that     once     drew     him     in     are     what     make     them          perfect          for     this.     optics     flit     between     rafael          (          six     feet     of     blinding,     indignant     fury,     speaking     shared     turmoil          )          &          jp          (          divertment     not     even     vaguely     stifled,     worn     proudly          )          ;          spindly     digit     pinches     at     the     bridge     of     nose,     somewhere     between     doleful          &          frenetic.          ❝          are     we     absolutely     sure     there’s     𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢     𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎          ?          they’ve     got     their     strengths,     for     sure,     but     they’re          …          a     risk.          ❞          best     friend     has     to     go          &          mention     personal     entanglement     again,     fresh     wave     of     provocation     rises     raw               &          paints     the     backs     of     pearly     whites     something     bitter.          ❝          oh,     fuck     you.     i’m     not          …          scared     of     them.     i     just     don’t     think     having     them     in     the     office     is     𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐞     to     anything     besides     a     fucking     headache.          ❞

imperious     thrill     settles     in     the     slightest     cant          of     her     head          &          the     minute     quirk     of     a     delphic     smile          ;          something’s     finally     sunk     in     when     he     can     fix     her     a     gin     martini     without     reminder.     audacious     hand     plays     𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳     favourites     sometimes,          &          it’s     occasions     like     this     when     he     comes     out     on     top          /          glasses     extracted,     neatly     folded          &          set     atop     pile     of     manila     folders.     𝗇𝗈     𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄     𝗈𝖿     𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,     not     the     kind     that     requires     strident     tones          &          staid     physiognomy          ⎯⎯          rather,     laughter     is     euphonic,     sweet.          ❝          you     want     good     news,          &          you     come     to     ME          ?          tesoro,     you     must     be     losing     your     touch.          ❞          rises     to     𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕     𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝          &          then     some          (          god     bless     the     fine     people     at     jimmy     choo          )          when     she     leaves     the     safe     haven     of     leather     chair,     comes     to     rest     instead     in     front     of     her     desk          ;          𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌     𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄     𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁     𝖺     𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽     𝗁𝗎𝗆.          you’re     good     for     something     after     all,     who’d     have     guessed          ?          ❝          ⎯⎯          if     it     makes     you     feel     ANY     better,     it’s     nothing     we     can’t     handle.     non-disclosure     agreements,     a     couple     of          minor          payouts     to     make     sure     nobody     talks     about          …          the     incident.          ❞          how     she’s     come     to     refer     to     it,     dainty     gloss     on     the     dreadful     truth     but     it’s     not     like     they     PAY     her     to     be     a     purveyor     of     truth          &          virtue.          ❝          you’re     all     still     filthy     rich,          &          just     as     untouchable     as     ever.     those     handsome     faces     won’t     be     going     anywhere     anytime     soon.          ❞

as   the   laws   of   nature   clearly   states,      factuality   proven   in   the   poles      :      opposites   attract.      the   antithesis,      however      …      is   whatever   the   two   have   going.      heated   exchanges   dimmed   under   scathing   smiles,      raffaello’s   words   only   earn   him   a   laugh.      it’s   nothing   tati   hasn’t   heard   before.      let   alone   coming   from   the   male,      someone   whomst   they’ve   sparred   in   both   sword      +      shared   intellect.      in   the   industry   they   thrive   in,      there’s   never   room   for   one   more      …      let   alone   for   the   throne.      unspoken   crown   jewel   doused   in   the   blood   of   many   with   whom   they’ve   crossed   paths,      the   highest   honour   to   be   bestowed   upon   those   who   have   stuff   their   closets   with   far   too   many   skeletons.         “         can’t   sleep   your   way   into   this   one,      can   you      ?      how   sad   must   it   be   for   you.      even   your   own   boss   knows   that   you’re   really   only   good   for   one   thing.      makes   sense   why   he’d   kept   you   on   his   leash   for   so   long.      always   such   a   good   boy,         ”         they   know   the   saint   far   better   than   they   would   like.      years   of   fighting   alongside,      sometimes   even   against,      one   another   has   earned   them   the   god-given   condemnation   of   getting   to   know   his   prone   to   habitual   partner   switching      —      something   they’ve   been   rather   grateful   to   be   quite   immune   to.      falling   for   a   practiced   smile      +      sweet   nothings      ?         would   be   a   laughingstock   in   their   industry.         “         that’s   funny.      he   asked   me   to   work   this   case   with   you,      actually.      something   about   you   needing   all   the   help   you   can   get,         ”         manilla   slams   against   the   desk,      a   few   papers   peeking   out.      sliver   of   familiar   names   any   slayer   would   know   noted   in   red   ink.         “         you   don’t   know   these   people   like   i   do.      stop   fucking   around   with   and   do   your   homework,         ”

what    fucking    luck.    when    all    else    fails,    sacrilegious    destruction    brings    in    one    of    the    commission’s    most    wanted    saint.    recollection    of    the    night    is    𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍    𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛    by    crimson    string    on    a    board    &    a    stack    of    witness    reports    towering    on    dominic’s    desk.    a    𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻    𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲    to    find    @vilebit·    caged    behind    a    two    -    way    mirror    ;    called    in    a    favour    for    a    special    set    of    handcuffs    &    pray    that    the    vegas    sheriff    department    have    kept    their    promise    of    working    cameras    (    phone    as    a    back    up    /   stake    as    a    precautionary    measure    )    crack    of    the    door    announces    the    agent’s    arrival,    eyes    steadily    attached    to    the    files    in    hand.    ❝    𝚖𝚛.    𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎,    i    see    you’ve    brought    in    some    .    .    .    ❞    voice    halters    ;    vile    taste    of    anamnesis    &    lingering    ketamine    brought    back    seeing    @bludluna·    sitting    across,    ❝    .    .    .    𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕    𝚊𝚒𝚍    with    you.    ❞    contain    the    bubbling    vexation    &    move    to    sit    adjacent    from    the    both,    ❝    all    i    need    is    𝗮    𝗳𝗲𝘄    𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀    to    some    questions,    think    you’ll    be    able    to    manage    that    ?    ❞

“      think   langdon   would   let   me   nick   these   so   i   can   use   them   on   you   tonight      ?         ”         by   no   surprise   to   anyone,      one   of   the   only   people   who   can   be   in   any   viable   trouble   at   that   moment   is   doing   anything   but   taking   it   seriously.      instead,      teases   upon   gravelly   whisper   at   his   companion   with   an   ever   present,      shit-eating   grin.      a   trademark   fixture   they’ve   forged   to   be   distinctly   their’s.      while   he   doesn’t   doubt   langdon   could   have   something      ;      eye-witness   reports,      a   few   testimonials      …      jp’s   trusts   lies   to   the   man   by   his   side,      the   one   who   has   come   to   his   rescue   in   much   more   dire   situations   than   a   blow-up   ken   doll   playing   detective.         “         shoot.      i   don’t   have   all   day,         ”         glance   towards   the   camera   to   top   it   all   off      —      a   nod   towards   whoever   will   be   watching   the   tape   back   trying   to   pick   apart   his   every   word.         “         he’ll   be   doing   most   of   my   talking,      though.      i’m   just   here   to   be   the   mascot,      ‘kinda   like   you,         ”