#cavalrylad

There's an eternal ache etched into the marrows of his bones even as he rises from his brother's cot. The shoddy, threadbare jacket that had gifted him shallow comfort on the Jersey is draped over skeletal shoulders. Swallowing down, Samuel attempts to get his coarse and unrefined voice to speak. "You aren't getting rid of me that easy." Standing at, what he hoped to be a fuller height, Samuel amends. "If you're going after Arnold, I-- I am going with you."

TO SPREAD POSITIVITY ;; I challenge all of you to send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. Just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do. / @cavalrylad

^^*gives you a c.avalry lad*

//I actually don’t know this person OOC, and I’ve never written with them before, but I did add them on my multi-muse forever ago back when I was hoping to interact with Turn muses. I don’t think they really write for Ben anymore, but from what I’ve seen on their page, they were great and had a good handle on Ben’s characterization! <3 And if someone loves and/or writes for Ben, they’re automatically my friend, I don’t make the rules.

        an enemy with the same face was a liability for any spy. it was why they’d created such an elaborate form of verification, a fool proof system to ensure that major benjamin tallmadge was not actually william tallmadge. and it was why he’d been sure to keep his position as head of intelligence as quiet as possible. that position required him to take a certain category of risk. such as sneaking into new york to meet with culper jr. a risk he NEVER would have taken if he’d known his twin was in the same city. and while anyone else would’ve seen him as just another citizen, william knew better, and ben soon found himself in irons. 

         ‘ what, exactly, is the plan, willy? are you going to kill your own brother? ‘

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7am Monday morning found Sophia blearily making her way to her desk at the 18th precinct. It was a good thing she lived mere blocks away in Hell’s Kitchen, or else she would’ve been late. Taking a huge swig of coffee, she sat down at her desk for all of thirty seconds before the Captain was standing in front of her. 

“ Another one. Central Park, this time in the North Woods. All the markings of..well, you know. A spree, among other things,” the Captain trailed off, raising an eyebrow. Sophia nodded, taking another chug of coffee. Magic was never referred to outright in the NYPD. Magical beings were ‘specialists’ or ‘experts’. Sometimes even ‘consultants’. Magic activity was always referred to as ‘other things’ or ‘completely out of the ordinary.’

“ So we’re going to need your nature expertise. And since this looks like it’s the start of a spree..we’re calling in a consultant to work with you. Thing is, he works best at night, and since the crimes are being committed at night, so til further notice you’re on nights. This case is your only focus til it’s solved, got it? So shoo, see you at 7.” With that, the Captain stomped back to her office, slamming the door. 

Sighing, Sophia got up slowly and grabbed her stuff. Taking her time, she listened to the chatter around her, and it was mostly about the case.