UNSTOPPABLE FORCE:

dialogue.

i hate this country.

it would go against everything i believe in.

who doesn't love the company of monsters?

i don’t care what you think, i want your truth.

you have to work quickly, tie up all the loose ends before it’s too late.

well, you beat him up, didn’t you?

this world of yours in its current form is one hell of a shithole.

it’s only a tool for me. i myself am only a tool.

i was just fifteen then, i was so stupid...

i left a bad impression.

that'd be why you smell like a flower!

i can't hear you, some pig keeps squealing.

we've got to take action, immediately!

i lost her. that's what happened.

it wouldn’t be very chic of me to call three hours earlier than agreed.

i must have caught a little cold.

the things i do want to remember, i don’t remember.

you don't understand, i'm leaving today.

are you sure we're at the right place?

party's over. go home.

you are never alone. you have yourself!

how is he so hardcore?!

where did you get my number?

it's good to know that you're still cool.

this is my crown jewel! this is the apple of my eye!

you always listen to me, don't you.

i could give you some slick answer, but it would be too cruel.

you and your taxis. i'd rather walk.

do you want me to make you some tea?

listen, be a good man, tell me what it is.

i feel like... i don't know how to feel.

everything is still possible for this world.

when i do my job, i don't do it for the rule of law.

the need for closeness is just so deadly.

where do you want to flee from then? countries are enormous.

i sincerely hope there will be a next time.

it's beautiful when you believe in a person.

i put my heart into what i do.

i love the world, every last atom of it.

action. switch sender and receiver’s places as you please.

pale. the sender and receiver stand in a dense fog, the clearest thing in their view being each other.

rideshare. the sender and receiver ride a speedy and rough taxi together.

meet again. the sender and receiver meet again at a formal reunion party.

found. the sender discovers that the receiver keeps forged documents for travel.

meat grinder. the sender catches the receiver as they are on the brink of passing out.

dinner. the sender and receiver eat a meal as they work through documents, the surface a mess of plates and paper.

shoreline. the sender waits to meet up with the receiver at the beach on a grey and windy day.

memories. the sender and receiver find an old trinket that immediately hits them with nostalgia for their shared past.

tune-in. the sender and receiver hear devastating news as it comes on the radio.

rest. the sender crashes and spends a few days in the receiver’s residence.

rain. the sender huddles under the receiver’s umbrella as they walk through a downpour, sharing the space.

corner store. the sender accompanies the receiver as they stop by a corner store to get change.

Remy fiddles with the present in his hand. Even now, L'Diable pulls at him, demanding attention in the face of Rogue's crumbling one. ❛ Jean-Luc. De Guild. Dere's been some trouble poppin' off dat requires m' attention. ❜ The King's attention. Something out of the scope of Jean-Luc's ability as his proxy.

Which means that he's about to get his hands --and soul--dirty.

Dark eyes slant up from his position splayed on the ground. In this moment, he is her supplicant, throwing himself at her mercy. He can take the amulet burning a hole in his pocket. He'll be back before the day breaks. They can continue on with the festivities like he never left. Pretty little lies packaged far better than the presents between his knees prepared by a silvered tongue hidden behind teeth that ache more and more each passing day.

she doesn't even have time to rant, to worry? maybe he's spared her the time to stew about it, and the time to overthink the work-arounds. maybe she's lucky to be getting a warning at all. he could much easier sneak out in the dark and ask for forgiveness later. it's not like he's asking permission now. it ain't hers to give, neither. they're grown, separate people, don't need to ask to move around and—-

that raving mind of hers tries to tell her it's all disappointment, not anger, pawing at her chest, and it is. the anger lies in her stomach. it's just ... just like a lebeau, ain't it? AND IT'S LIKE HER, TOO. it don't take deep digging to find how good she is at running. looks like they're meant to be. she deserves this; they deserve each other. the anger speaks anyway, ❝ they doin' this on purpose? ❞