#bauretired

"    haven't   known   you   to   be   easily   flattered   before,    "     mirth curls at the edge of otherwise stoic lips,  amusement showing through the façade he has so meticulously curated for himself,     "   a  serial  killer  preferring  you  to  holden  shouldn’t  be  the  exception,   i  don’t  think.   “   tone shifts in feigned conspiracy,  voice a hushed whisper,  it’s a private joke for the two of them,   “    not  to  say  he  doesn't  have  a  point,   but  still.    "

“i don’t know if it’s karma, but i’d say it’s karma-adjacent.” 

which is to say it’s the la croix of karma. it’s something that was once in the same room as karma, and is now vaguely karma flavoured, if you think about it. honestly? she’s not going to think about it. 

        ( show’s over; the orchestra’s gone home, the set is cleared, and the only thing left onstage is the ghost light, alone in the darkness.

        i know the feeling. ) 

        he’s scared. frank’s spent years pretending that he isn’t, but all his defences are gone, now, sat in an interview room at the fbi. sure, he trusts mr hanratty, and one of the others --- rossi --- but even so, frank doesn’t know what’s going to happen, now. he’s controlled the narrative for so long, but this is the epilogue. it’s where, if he’s honest, he knew it’d all end. he just wasn’t being honest with himself.

        ( yeah, i know; i wasn’t being honest with anyone. who am i without playing a part? but that’s what i want. i wanna be me. )

DAY 05. love for @bauretired​

ok , here , listen.  i’m still not convinced that you have not been created by my calling for a david rossi in the rp community.  yes , i’m an asshole , thank you for asking.

BUT GODDAMN.  AREN’T YOU BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING REGARDLESS OF HOW AND WHY YOU CHOSE TO DO THIS.  god , plotting with you is always such an absolute delight and the way that you let me love on arthur all over our chat is ??? wow you have a lot of patience.  i love what we’ve created , that arthur found a father in david and david a son in arthur , that these two incredibly stubborn men have found a second family together.  it is absolutely wonderful and i am so glad for my bb who deserved so much better than uther ? i mean uther whomst.

also , vine has been cruelly ripped away from us and shitty viners on youtube is punishment for our sins and that’s straight up fact.

nonverbal RP starters accepting! 

morgan and reid had spun her between them, and her blood was like champagne, heart caught somewhere between their blown kisses eye crinkling laughter. penelope and jj had spun her more slowly, less like cotton candy and more wrapped up, time pausing. 

it’s not you guys. i love you guys. 

and oh, she does. she does love them, and she knows it, circling the edge of the dance floor and watching them for the first time without her. 

you’ll be fine, she wants to say, but words shouldn’t break this moment. morgan and penny laughing and dancing, watching the steps their feet take. henry is twirling around on his mothers feet and hotch is whispering something into beth’s ear, and will - will is spinning henry on his shoulders, and this is the world she’s leaving. 

there’s a tap on emily’s shoulder. she spins, and the solemn, goodbye look on her face breaks into a soft grin. 

“dave.”

there are not many members of the team she doesn’t have to stretch to dance with. she’s folded into his arms instantly, no question needed, her head on his shoulder. ( there’s a brief moment: ridiculous in nature, ludicrous, where she wishes she were a couple inches shorter, wishes she could kick off her heels in the middle of the dance floor and dance with her feet on top of his. ) 

they’re swaying. back and forth, like ocean waves. she couldn’t have told you what music was playing. 

       “you’ll visit.” 

it’s not a question. it’s a statement. it’s a hostage negotiation and excuses will not be tolerated. despite the fist-sized lump in her throat, emily is smiling. soft and real and in love with everyone on the dance floor. 

“and you’ll call.” 

there’s a catch in her voice. 

text emily. accepting. 

[ text; ID: 🍝🍝🍝 ] Is that what you’re really doing on the plane? 

[ text; ID: 🍝🍝🍝 ] I knew you were hiding a phone behind those files. And here I thought you were really attentive.