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@unmasktruth:    ❝  life is a game, a cruel joke.  ❞

AMERICAN GODS   ( still accepting )

❝  eddie, honey, are you stuck on one of your little puzzles again?  ❞    soft voice rings through cramped space from the bathroom, cutting through normally overwhelming dreariness of edward’s apartment.    sky blue slip almost seems out of place in a sea of drab greens and other neutral tones.    he’s being dramatic again, probably doing a crossword.    the thought brings a smile to red lips as steely blue eyes take a glance at him through bathroom mirror.    must be a tough one if he’s got that look on his face.    brows furrow behind clear frames, a pout cutely contorting cherubic features.    watching him was always an interesting endeavor — a creature of captivity, so rarely seen by others the way she saw him.    he almost reminded her of a lamb, if she didn’t know any better.    this city was full of lambs to the slaughter, but he was not one of them — not anymore, at least.

@nightwarn​:    ❝  do not trust anyone involved.  ❞

nightmare alley (2021) pt 2   ( still accepting )

❝  except for you and gordon,  ❞    a quiet affirmation, barely audible over the gotham downpour as gaze remains focused on dark figure to his right.    a growing list of names provided by the bat sit heavy on his shoulders like bodies to be buried — and a few of these individuals had already met that fate by the hands of another, of someone fed up with the corruption and filth.    you’re safe, had been batman’s quick reassurance when asked if harvey should be worried about this riddler going after him or gilda, you’re not corrupt, unlike most of the da’s office.    it was a biting realization — bittersweet and cruel, to finally learn who was and wasn’t in falcone’s deep pockets.    silver half dollar feels cool and familiar between restless digits, surfaces and edges worn down from years of ownership like a childhood stuffed animal.

❝  i’ve been keeping everything you’ve brought me in a private file, just in case —  ❞    voice catches suddenly and jaw works as he shifts his weight in discomfort, the truth stuck his throat, eyes falling away towards the gotham skyline,    ❝  i had a feeling, you know?    never had the proof to back up that feeling, of course, because people like this are good at covering these things up.    ❞you’d always known gil colson didn’t like you, and, in a way, it was freeing to finally know why.

@gildaa:    ❝  i had a bad dream.    couldn’t go back to sleep.  ❞

nightmare alley (2021) pt 1   ( still accepting )

it’s late, but you seem to be getting home later and later these nights.    mind feels fried and retinas burn from staring at crime scenes photos for what seems like days now.    you close your eyes and see them — the mayor, the commissioner, gil.    what does a liar do when he’s dead?    the question plagues him as key turns deadbolt and the apartment is, surprisingly, still rather well-lit.    did she stay up waiting for me again?    something heavy sits at the bottom of his stomach.

❝  gilda, darling?  ❞    voice is soft, a whisper that still somehow feels too loud in the stale silence trapped within brick walls.    he turns a corner, finding wife’s small, hunched over form curled up on the couch.    he finds worry in wide eyes.

❝  i had a bad dream.    couldn’t go back to sleep.  ❞

@unmasktruth:    ❝  there are people staring.  ❞

mother mother   ( still accepting )

❝  at you — or me?  ❞    digits press against the cold metal of interrogation room’s table as he looms over nashton, body turned to intentionally keep chain link fence   ( and any onlookers on the other side of said fence )   in his blind spot.    out of sight, out of mind.    no distractions as he focuses on the subject before him.    ❝  do you enjoy that?    finally being seen?    being perceived by others?  ❞    head tilts from side to with each question, brows furrowing as he watches ‘the riddler’ start to curl in on himself a bit.    he’s scared of you — good.

❝  y’know, nashton, i’ve met a lot people like you over the years — angry, alone, ready to lash out at, or attach yourself to, anyone that gave you even just a millisecond of attention.  ❞    he straightens up, pulling a worn and familiar silver half dollar from his pocket,    ❝  i was like that too, actually, some sorry looking kid from the east end that few would even give the time of day to.  ❞    coin rolls between knuckles, deep breaths steadying upset hidden just below the surface.