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Brice tensed, ever so slightly, but other than that seemed to keep her cool. "Better at keeping your head down or do they avoid you?" She asked. It was hard to tell if she was actually oblivious or playing dumb for the sake of her sanity.
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Kiara crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall, green eyes glancing around in a cautious survey of their surroundings for any wandering ears.
Her gaze returns to the newest fighter in the Quarry as she motions for him to go ahead, "I'm listening,"
Havoc glanced around furtively, ensuring that they were the only two in the room. Kiara had already instilled the knowledge that it was dangerous to even talk to other fighters too much, but the revelation of his mission could be a death sentence. Still, from bits and pieces of their previous conversations, he had the feeling that she was someone he could trust, someone who harbored a hatred for this place that he could rely on to be enough not to turn him in. It was a desperate risk, and he knew it, but he was equally aware that he couldn't take down the Quarry entirely on his own no matter how much he wanted to.
Havoc took a breath and took a step closer, keeping his voice low on the off chance that someone took that moment to pass through. But he didn't hear any footsteps, so he steeled his nerves and forced the admission in a steady tone. "Look. You're not happy here. I know that. What they did to you, forcing you to fight... No one deserves that." He paused, ears straining for even the slightest suggestion that someone would approach enough to hear even a single traitorous word. Though he was quickly satisfied no one was there, his heart was still racing as he finally admitted in a conspiratorial whisper, "I want to put a stop to it. All of it. You were right. I'm not here to kill. I'm here because I want to take down the Quarry and everyone who makes it happen."
If I had a nickel for every time I had a mortal/immortal soulmate AU where the immortal had a kid with someone else and the mortal helped raise the child in one of their previous lives is have 2 nickles, which isn't enough. I need more. LET ME GROW MY COLLECTION.
"Nugget doesn't understand why everyone is shocked that Nugget has a knife. Nugget knows where the knife drawer is." Nugget genuinely seems flabbergasted.
I'll hear you out
😌 -writing my will before H.mun gets me-
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Ares shirt still smells like smoke and pine and camp, the room too quiet after the fire and the noise, laughter that he absolutely did not mean to start. He lets Luca steer him inside as be grumbled more out of habit than resistance, boots kicked off with a careless thunk against the end of the bed.
The alcohol sits warm and heavy in his chest, not the usual dull buzz - this one works on gods. He'd have to have Dion thank Ari for him. He drops onto the bed sprawling at first, then turning on his side to grab Luca's wrist and pull him onto the bed. He tugs him closer until he can press against him, knee hooked over Luca’s leg like an anchor and his nose nudging warm skin at the side of his neck in a way that was distinctly different from when he was getting frisky.
There’s a quiet breath out of him, not quite a sigh but close enough. One arm curls fully around him and holds him flush, possessively even. For a moment, there’s silence. Just the crackle of distant fires, the sound of campers who hadn't gone back to their cabins yet, the steady proof of a mortal heartbeat under his cheek.
Then Ares speaks again, his voice a quiet mumble like he was falling asleep even though it had more to do with the alcohol than anything. “I’m gonna be so upset when you die one day.”
He buries his face properly now, nose tucked into the curve of Luca’s neck, breathing him in like that might make the thought less sharp. It doesn’t. “Didn’t mean for this,” he adds after a beat, quieter still - honest in the way he never lets himself be. “I’m good at leaving before it gets.. like this.”
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"You're the new transfer student, right? It's nice to meet you." They offered Ayane a subdued, but friendly smile. "My name is Haruhi Fujioka. I'll be the one giving you a tour around the school today."
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Phone gripped tightly in little hands — he does not know which it belongs to, only that it was left unaccompanied & abaddon’s jaw aches something awful with the urge to chew. Katherine had warned him to not bite the walls as it ruins the aesthetic of the rooms. His usual fixations were all disappointing this morning — he requires something denser.
Abaddon brings the phone to his mouth and bites down, glass cracks beneath the weakened canine teeth & electricity shoots out, giving him a delightful shock.
