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ATTENTION!!! iâm moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your lifeâŚ

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ATTENTION!!! iâm moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your lifeâŚ
ATTENTION!!! iâm moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your lifeâŚ
ATTENTION!!! iâm moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your life...
( vesvolk )
STUBBORN.  a relatable quality ,  one that she can hardly fault the man. itâs hard to imagine herself in such a position , after all , maimed & perceived as not whole. not that evelyn sees him in so unflattering a light , of course  â  no , awful can be used to describe the woman rather accurately , but not in this particular case , nor any like it.  sheâs sympathetic , but knows better than to spend her pity here. theyâre both uncomfortable enough without it ,  in this arrangement that she can only assume to be some kind of PUNISHMENT.  sheâll take it in stride. show the big men that they canât break her , that they donât own her ( even if they do ).
â     opening the case may be a good first step ,     â    she suggests.  itâs not unkind , nor is it sardonic. a playful tone almost , patient. & itâs rare for her to not start off an interaction without scorn , but truth be told , this reminds her of HOME. old men in long coats huddled in their living room , furniture moved aside for the wheelchairs , her motherâs cooking warming the whole house ,  all sorts of sounds being caressed from the instruments they held. only felix leiter isnât old.     â    unless you want me to do it.   â     but then men can be so particular about who touches their instruments.
                                             HER VOICE DRAGS HIM back into the room - itâs a pity, he was just imagining himself mid-FLIGHT to anywhere in hell or heaven thatâs not here - and he swings his head around with no grace & a heavy sigh. He studies her for a moment ( a CIA goon, probably been fed something about how heâs on the way out, how he did them a service but wasnât smart, his foolhardy commitment to the job cost him an arm and a leg, heâs hit his peak, thereâs nothing left he can offer, so give him a little pick me up & usher him out the door ) and then leans forward, not taking his eyes from hers - his stare DARES her to comment on how heâs doing it one handed - as he flips the case locks open and flings back the lid.Â
   Inside lies a trumpet - brass glinting & pristine since he hadnât played it in God knows how long - but he doesnât pick it up. He feels like heâs entitled to be an asshole so guess what? Slumping back in his seat, he gestures widely with his good arm ( the bad one sitting close to his body, as if heâs afraid to move it, though to be completely honest, he HATES it, loathes it, doesnât want to see it moving & realize that itâs his own mind controlling it ).Â
   âThere.â   He sounds empty, hollow. He doesnât recognize his own voice. He doesnât even have the drawl to fall back on - that must have forsaken him, too. âItâs open.â  And now he wonders why they think this will help - how in the hell is she supposed to help him? So he blurts out:   âWe donât have to do this, yâknow. We could just say that we did, get âem to sign off on me, and not even worry about it.â

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la gaudiĂŠre    â      n.   the   glint  of goodness  inside  people,  which you  can  only find by  sloshing  them   back & forth   in  your  mind  until everything   dark   & gray  & common   falls away,  leaving  behind  a constellation  at  the  bottom  of the pan  â  a  rare element trapped in  exposed bedrock,  washed there  by  a  storm somewhere  upstream.
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you: but it's canon!
me, an intellectual: no
richard siken sentence starters.
quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard sikenâs poetry book crush. feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.
â Â tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. Â â
â Â tell me weâll never get used to it. Â â
â Â there are so many things iâm not allowed to tell you. Â â
â Â i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. Â â
â Â i want it back now, baby. i want it back. Â â
â Â iâm sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious. Â â
â Â thatâs a nice touch. Â â
â Â i like him and i want to be like him. Â â
â Â iâm sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart. Â â
â Â history repeats itself. Â â
â Â there are many names in history, but none of them are ours. Â â
â Â you could drown in those eyes. Â â
â Â but damn if there isnât anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills. Â â
â Â sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. Â â
â Â i couldnât get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time. Â â
â Â you wanted happiness, i canât blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me youâre not miserable. Â â
â Â there is no way to make this story interesting. Â â
â Â i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something. Â â
â Â tell me weâre dead and iâll love you even more. Â â
â Â you will be alone always and then you will die. Â â
â Â iâm sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. Â â
â Â who am i? iâm just a writer. i write things down. Â â
â Â i take it back. Â â
â Â here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. Â â
â Â you still get to be the hero. Â â
â Â what more do you want? Â â
â Â love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. itâs like a religion. itâs terrifying. Â â
â Â no one will ever want to sleep with you. Â â
â Â you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you. Â â
â Â you had not expected this. Â â
â Â walk a mile in my shoes. Â â
â Â a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then heâs still left with the river. Â â
â Â you are weak and hollow and it doesnât matter anymore. Â â
â Â hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you. Â â
â Â that sounds overly valorous. Â â
â Â do you love yourself? Â â
â Â i donât have to answer that. Â â
â Â you wanted more. Â â
â Â i had a dream about you. Â â
â Â thereâs nowhere to go. thereâs nowhere to go. Â â
â Â in these dreams itâs always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. Â â
â Â will you love me even more when iâm dead? Â â
â Â you didnât show up. i kept waiting. Â â
â Â i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and youâre dead. Â â
â  i donât really blame you for being dead but you canât have your sweater back. â
â Â you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you werenât supposed to. Â â
â Â hello darling, welcome home. Â â
â Â please keep him safe. Â â
â Â i just donât want to die anymore. Â â
â Â you want to die for love, you always have. Â â
â Â you didnât think youâd feel this way. Â â
â Â you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything. Â â
â Â please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up. Â â
â Â youâre all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too. Â â
â Â drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen. Â â
â Â we are not dirty. Â â
â Â you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing. Â â
â Â here is the sink to wash away the blood. Â â
â Â this is not harmless. you are not breathing. Â â
â Â i will come back from the dead for you. Â â
( sunshcned )
â  we  got  a  lead  ! â  &&. words  that  fly  out  of  her  mouth  faster  than  she  could  articulate  leave  her  as she  gathers  her  things.  âââ  badge  ,  gun  ,  notebook  ,  pen  itâs  all  pulled  into  a  messy  stack  that  she bundles  together  ,  her  movements  quick.
â  câmon  ! âââ  â  &&. sheâs  looking  back  ,  stalling  her  actions  now  like  her  energy  was  weaning from her  as  her  movements  stilled themselves  ,  sea-foam  eyes  now  locking  with  the  manâs  ,  bright  &&.  hopeful.Â
                   HE LAUGHS, the sound almost tripping out of lips as he quickly pulls the steaming paper cup away - heâs sure if he had kept it in place, heâd have made a mess. Itâs amusing, the way she JUMPS about from one thing to the next; he canât imagine how difficult it must be to keep up all the time. Heâs having trouble and heâs just stopped by for a visit.
   âHold up, hold up ----- you seem to forget Iâm not ON whatever the hell case youâre talking about,â  he replies wryly, then takes another sip of coffee.   ââM just passinâ through. But, GO, go, far be it from me to stand in the way of good detective work.â

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r USHES in for justice w ITH COFFEE
         âANYONE EVER TELL you youâre a bonafide angel?â
;) glad to see you have come to see reason
           actually that was what we in the business like to call sarcasmÂ