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@pagefied asked: ❛ you don’t have to pretend with me. ❜
"I know." Frank said softly reaching for her. "I just—you've already see me at my worst, y'know? You've actually seen me when I've been at the very bottom, Karen. I don't—It's hard to keep showing you when I don't know...I worry that it's a lot."
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I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me.
Frank hears her, struggling to open his eyes. He feels himself reaching for her hand. His chest heaving fast, his breathing coming out in gasps. There's so much blood on him, there's no telling which is his and the other men he ran through.
But he's fighting to keep conscious, not wanting to die in front of Karen. He always hoped this part would happen while he's alone, so he just fades away into the background. A crazed man fighting an endless war that never ends or ever changes a damn thing.
He's grasping her hand, squeezing it (weakly) as he shakes, feeling cold.
"—," his lips mouth slowly, his voice coming out in small sputters. "light a candle for me."
@purplearchcr asked: âťť i believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming text. âťž
"eh, let me be blunt then. There's a dickhead out there who cares a little too much and they're threatening people so their favorite buddy is safe. Does the buddy appreciate it? Or does the buddy get fucking mad?"
@pagefied asked: i just wanted to make sure you were okay.
"—you were pointing a gun at that guy." Frank looked at her, watching her face closely. "How close were you to pulling that trigger if I hadn't popped him first?"
💋 — from Matt ( can be drunken, out of anger, whatever fits. )
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Matt kisses him, cupping his face with his hands, smelling like the floor of Josie's bar. Frank doesn't pull away just let's the other man explore his mouth before he huffs out a laugh. "Kiss me better, lazy fuck." Frank grabs him, pulling him close, getting tired of the soft kissing Matt's doing to him. He bites Matt's lip, tasting blood between their mouths now as he kisses him harder, letting his tongue roam in his mouth, feeling those fucking fangs with the tip of his tongue. There's no talking between them now, just their lips smacking and noisy breaths as Frank slowly starts moving his hand towards the top of Matt's head, nearing his horns.
"Can I touch them?" Frank asks; he's an asshole, but not that much of dick.
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🗡 — @pagefied (he probably pissed her off)
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"Hey! Whoa!" Frank saw the knife nearing his throat and stayed still. "You understand what yuh doin' there, Kare?" He didn't know what the fuck he did to warrant this, but if he pissed her off enough, he expected her to do somethin'—not this, though. "You look good holding the knife. Anyone ever tell you that?" He leaned forward, letting the tip of the blade press a bit more until he felt a droplet of blood start running down his neck. "I think you're the only one, you know. If I couldn't do it myself, if I fucked up or went too far, I wouldn't have a problem if you put me down."
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Frank's on him, crushing him against the wall, his arm pinning him there. He roughly cups his face with his left hand before shoving his thumb in Poindexter's mouth. His eyes glazed over as he looks at Dex. "Suck." There's nothing else said between them before his mouth is crushing Dex's; the sound of mouths and breathing filled the air as Frank moved closer to Dex's neck, biting down until he felt his teeth break skin. His mouth tastes copper before he looks at Dex, a wolfish grin on his lips. "C'mon, pretty boy, stick your tongue out. I won't bite."
i had it under control.
"Cut the tough shit. You had almost 20 men on you, so if you've been hiding the fact that you can heal like Logan, now's the time to say it, otherwise—shut it—over blowing what you can handle means you're heading for an early grave. You want to throw your life away? Do it on someone else's time. I'm not burying you."
