Jul 6, 2017
"Muddat keh baad is ney jo awaaz di mujhy, Qadmoon ki kaya basaat thi, Saansen bhi ruk gai"
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"Muddat keh baad is ney jo awaaz di mujhy, Qadmoon ki kaya basaat thi, Saansen bhi ruk gai"
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“Look, Counselor, I know my father. You know my father. These allegations are obviously false.” Mike’s jaw worked, his fists tight at his sides. Though Mike could usually remain objective through anything, having charges filed against his own father wasn’t something he could stay calm about. (For god’s sake, he was the deputy chief of SVU. Both he and Mike worked tirelessly to CATCH rapists.) As he began to pace, he continued to try to defend his father. Damn any evidence, this wasn’t true. “He can be a hard-ass, yes, but a rapist? No. Somebody has to be paying that girl off or somethin’ he’s made a lot of enemies, and I can name at least five who’d like to see something like this happen to him!”
@adabcrba needed some scarisi verse stuff and hit that ❤.
There was a time when a knock at his door would have him springing up and flinging it open in seconds with a welcoming smile on his face. Sonny didn’t get many visitors; he was usually the one doing the visiting -- but on the rare occasion that someone stopped by? It was always an exciting affair. Those days, it seemed, were over. It takes Sonny a moment to get to his feet and the journey to the door is painful. Even with pain medication (which he hates) making him drowsy and the cane (which he hates more) taking the better part of his weight, each step hurts. By the time he opens the door there is a knit to his brows and the warnings of exhaustion in the curve of his lips.
“Counselor?” He’d been expecting Amanda with Jesse in tow with the intentions of cheering him up or maybe even Fin, who had popped in a few times after his shift to see if he needed anything -- but Barba? Seeing him has him immediately concerned about the case. His case. The one that would be moving forward now that he was out of the hospital and physically able to testify. The door is opened further to allow the other man to enter should he wish -- and Sonny can’t help but suddenly feel very aware of the mess both he and his apartment seemed to be in. He’d taken over the living room with blankets and pillows. There were several dishes in the sink waiting to be washed. The coffee table was home to prescription bottles and a few books. The TV was set to Forensic Files on low -- and Sonny himself was, well. Hardly church ready. Hair that needed to be cut fell messily over brows and it had been several days since he’d bothered trying to stand long enough to shave. His sweats and FORDHAM shirt were both baggy on him. Comfortable -- but a huge contrast in the suits he usually wore. And then there was the obvious line of stitches on one side from throat to hairline. Not many people have seen it -- or the cane, yet, and the desire to hide both things from Rafael Barba’s line of sight is strong. “Did somethin’ happen?
❝ You work for the Special Victims Unit in New York right? What brings you to Chicago? ❞
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