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Ethan vc: your daughter calls me daddy

          it’s not the blood that gets him. really, he could care less, gavin has been on the force long enough to stop being squeamish. he’s on homicide, for chirsts sake - seen his fair share of dead bodies and severed limbs to boot. no, it’s the exact placement of the bullet, the precise and quick execution. the splatter. the fact he has maybe an hours sleep under his belt. the fact that he’s seen that before and he’s got tunnel vision all of a sudden, he’s watching edwardo die again in the streets thanks to some stupid fucking druggie who didn’t want a traffic ticket. he’s helpless and angry and scared and--

          “fuck,” fists clench tighter, he can’t breathe, he can’t fucking breathe. he can barely tell who’s there with him, not right away, instead focuses on how the fabric under his fingers feels. fabric. not soft, but tight. taunt. protective. giving his senses a outlet lets the detective finally gulp down a long, deep breath of air, a gasp more accurately, hazel eyes wild and open as they glance up to be face-to-face with his frustratingly stoic android partner.

          great. just fuckin’ great. why couldn’t it have been anyone else? to watch him melt the fuck down? he can’t linger on how stupid this is, too busy trying to force his lungs to cooperate and remember where he is. he’s not back on the beat. he’s not twenty-three again and he’s learned a lot since edwardo died. he’s made peace with it, hasn’t he? told enough shrinks that much, at least. 

          it’s over. it’s over. he repeats over the roar in his head, still clutching ethan for dear life. more air, deep breaths, his legs shake as he over-ventilates instead, sucks in too much air, and becomes light headed.

Salty AF Munday Meme

I have indeed! At least on Tumblr…

              Control  money   ,   control men   ,   control  nations   ,   control  kingdoms   .   When  the  world  worked  for  money   ,   he  who  controlled  money  was  the   m a s t e r   of  all  slaves   .   It  was  absolutely  pitiful   .   Something  so  small    &   uninteresting  held  such   h i g h   power  over  humanity   .  

           A  briefcase  was  held  in  the  hands  of  the  android   .   A  pretty   p o l i s h e d   black  with  the  necessary  content  inside  for  a   p e r s o n a l   transaction   .   A  generous  sum  for  specific  instructions   .   But  he  was  certain  the  RK900  would  not  pass  up  such  an  easy  job   .   Even  if  he  would  not   e n j o y   it   .   He  opened  the  latch  on  the  briefcase   ,   revealing  neatly  wrapped  cash  to  the  brim   .   Stacks  of   h u n d r e d s   at  the  RK900′s  disposal   .