#* asher

This place is already the literal cesspool of all the swallowed and forgotten children of every numpty too stupid to keep their dicks and venus fly traps between their legs... but sure. I’ll bite.

Asher, Diana... Carmen and Guasparre. 

Together, right before I put a bullet between both of their eyes.

Perched upon the edge of one of the many platforms, Caelan sat as still as he could – which admittedly he wasn't doing too great at – as one of the dancers fixed up the white body paint smeared across his face, the split in his eyebrow having skewed the antiquated skull he'd been turned into. It wasn't by choice, but he knew better than to argue with any of the girls. If only so he could separate himself sooner rather than later. "Oh, calm yer tits. It wasn't even that bad." He brushed her hand away and lent back enough to wave down another dancer for a drink, "And where the hell have you been?" He sparked rather quickly in spotting the blonde through the neon lighting. "sight for sore eyes, you are."

Part of her didn’t really know whether to believe it, the third counterpart to the trio being back. It certainly didn’t feel real - but the excitement in her chest at the prospect of having another one of her best friends around was difficult to ignore. Almost as difficult as the sinking feeling in her chest, understanding all too well, that not everyone would be as thrilled to see Maddison Campbell. Pushing her way through the crowd, it took her a while to find him - however, when she did, Brielle was convinced that he’d have a better time eating glass. “Alright,” she said loudly as she approached, slinging her arm around his neck and maneuvering him until he faced the door that led to the courtyard, “Let’s go figure out how to get onto this damn roof, ‘cause I’m not nearly blazed enough for this conversation and you.. you look like you need it.”

Absolutely fucking peachy. I’ve peaked, clearly.

I think that moment in time has been and gone, you’re running a couple years behind at the very least.

It irritated her, more than she’d like to admit, that the sound of Asher’s voice was more soothing than it usually was. Then again, nothing about her showing up this time was as usual. Gone, her signature smirk and sharp edged remarks as he spotted her within the dimly lit confines of his place. Instead replaced with a menial tremble of her hands and a quivering lip that threatened to shatter her generally icy demeanor. It was only when he knelt down before her and something akin to concern flashed in his eyes that Jack felt the weight of her own discomfort press down on her throat. Even the compression of the silencer couldn’t keep the sound of the two bullets she’d fired from ricocheting against the inside of her skull - of all those she’d fired in her lifetime, none had felt like this. None had torn organ right from her chest before. “I had to.” She tried, the slight falter in her voice a little less compelling. “He got too close, I..- I didn’t have a choice.” The man she thought she loved, the now former FBI agents body discarded along with all the others, right along with the only existing sliver of warmth she felt. 

GENERAL

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WRITING

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RELATIONSHIPS

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VERSES

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