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i need you to be my boyfriend  ——  just for tonight. any other circumstance and maybe that would have sounded very briefly like a horrible way to ask for a hookup…  but this isn’t any other circumstance. familiarity in these moments, the man coming in well after samuel had turned in for the night with a book and zero intentions to actually sleep  (  when did he ever manage to sleep?  )  and asking for a favor. usually it was business meetings, a fake name and some elaborate backstory. this? this was certainly new. maybe hitting a little too close to home, even.   ❝  …sure, rafe. whatever ya’ need.  ❞     /     @foolsgvld.

lara: OH BOY R U IN FOR IT NOW

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           well— he can’t exactly say he’s surprised by such an admission now can he? always had suspected her to be a little ( a lot ) on the dim side when she’s so intent on speaking to him the way she does, disrespect colouring every word that leaves an impudent mouth before thought has a chance to reason. regardless, that isn’t to say that he’d like to be understood by her, as enjoyable as her continued, persistent company is, he rather enjoys the frustration borne of existing as an enigma.

❝  you’re actually a disaster, y’realize that, right?  ❞   despite the complete seriousness of the statement, there’s a lift to his voice…  something that would suggest it be said in jest, if it weren’t for the circumstance between them at the moment. you could blame it on the time together, maybe. blame it on rafe’s stubbornness. blame it on samuel’s undeniable instinct to care. lips twist into a smile that’s anything but kind   ❝  i dunno who the hell made y’this way, rafe, but god forbid anybody show any sign’a wanting to help you, and you’re threatening them.  ❞   he should hate him  ——  he wants to hate him; an unwanted debt that he’s been forced to repay for the last year and a half. hatred toeing the edge but not quite spilling over.   ❝  tell me how i’m supposed t’give a shit about helping you with this damn treasure, when y’don’t give a shit enough to let me unless s’convenient for you?  ❞     /     @foolsgvld ! 

           he, rafe adler, apple of everyone’s eye, man who walks on ground blessed by god himself, has never had defiance thrown so mercilessly into his face. forgive him the stupor with which he’s silenced into, the way the colour drains, swirling dirty water away from feigned composure as the words process ( tiny little well aimed daggers that writhe their way past self—control to the point where they’re actually felt, where they produce a stinging ache the likes of which he hasn’t felt since he’d been but a child ).