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                   ˜”*°•.      Clouded .  His  mind,  shrouded  in  fog,  drifted—lost  to  place  and  time. For  a  fleeting  moment,  he  could  not  tell  where  he  was ,  what’d  happened  these  seconds  ago .  His  gaze  found  Egwene’s—then  dropped  to  the  body  on  the  ground.  No.  Panic  stirred,  rose .  His  stomach  twisted,  a  cold  dread  blooming  within  him.  ❝ I -  it  was … I  didn’t  mean  to  do  it . ❞  It  shouldn’t  have  happened .  To  simply  tell  the  other  to  walk  away  had  he  wanted,  yet  he’d  lashed  out,  the  One  Power  tossing  them  away  with  a  force  he  hadn’t  controlled. 

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓. @contrecoeurs

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 - but the woman's bragging irritated her, especially in reference to the 'other women.' Beth knew how to push her buttons. "Get away from me." She shifted over, trying to create some distance between her and her girlfriend, kicking her hard in the shin (an honest accident)

She took the glass of whiskey from Grace with a grateful smile and put it against the blonde's glass, "To us." She replied. "I feel like you are more than you seem to be." Lizzie said, looking at Grace, it was as if she saw the other for the very first time. Lizzie always pretended to be more naive, nicer, than what she actually was. It was necessary to survive here, to have the men fancy her, not see her as dangerous.

"Be careful not to show too much of that strength inside you." The brunette warned her, "they will try to snuff it all out."

The question the other posed is asked to the wrong person. Her eyes turned harder. She has done everything to survive, has had to do everything alone from a very young age. "What makes you think I haven't already been through that?" The only kindness she has gotten in her live was from the Shelby family, especially John. "What would you do?" She sized Grace up a little, knowing that she had a very different upbringing from her own, but Lizzie knew, felt, that Grace would also do a lot to survive, maybe not to the same extent she had, but still a lot.

She looked at Tommy while she heard Grace her words. She took a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out again before she looked away from him and to her. "I believe you are right," Lizzie wished that Grace wasn't, but of course she was. As much as Tommy always liked to think he had everything under control, there were so many people trying to drag him down as well. "If only he could see it for himself as well."

RANDOM INBOX THINGS. (always accepting)

It was quieter than ever a city should be. A ghost town, the aftermath of the last 24 hours strewn about it in a manner reminiscent to that of the hosts’ massacre in days long past their time. The goal, as of now— was to find a way to get Maeve home once and for all. Caleb's tender reunion and bittersweet goodbye with his own daughter now grown up was still heavy on his mind, providing a hopeful distraction from the evident doom surrounding New York, and yet pushing him to evade discussing it just yet.

@contrecoeurs asked: [ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧."

The pub after closing hours seemed to be something they had adopted to their routine. Tommy would come by as early or late as he pleased, and he'd stay too to enjoy the quiet solitude of the Garrison.

"Come on. Pick it up." He motioned towards the gun, to which Grace made no attempt to do so. "There might come a time when I will need you, Grace." He picked the gun up himself and placed it in her hands, ignoring the look of confusion on her face. He spread her fingers to grip the metal steel, holding on a little longer than needed.

@contrecoeurs

{𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓}.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Thomas wasn't a man that cared much about airs and graces, when he wanted something he wasn't afraid to ask, damn the consequence, though it didn't mean he didn't feel nervous about her answer. He wanted her, and often, what he wanted, he would usually get.