#derobergeist

“Fuck.”

That’s not what he expected. He expected some other middle aged angry man, after all, nothing about the dossier he was given said anything about Charlie fucking Palmer.

But here he was, foot planted on Palmer’s chest with a sword hovering inches from his nose. The assassin was quick to take an unexpected target off their feet,  but the sudden realization of who he was dealing with made him freeze.

He spent the last few years trying to get away from all of this. Everyone being fucking dead or in space helped that, and King knew he’d end up running into someone eventually. 

Just not now.

[Xiomara🩰] Caffeine is a good start. Need to finish a setlist with Katinas for next week though. See you in 30 minutes? Or is this more pressing? 😉 I can leave him hanging for a while.

[Thackery🧿] Hmm. I suppose I could give you 30 minutes. Might cost you some bargaining points however, since I’ll just be here, alone, slowly freezing to death, pining.

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀

“Look MISTA, things are DIFFERENT now I’m in CHARGE and I run things a LIL differently than MISTA JAY did and if you DON’T like that then you know where the DOOR is. I ain’t running a CHARITY here, you DON’T got cash then you DON’T get the TITAN – AND TRUST ME - Mista Jay used every single last drop of it back in ARKHAM, so what I got is ALL that is LEFT in the world, the last of this KILLER DRUG. You want it, then you GOTTA pay what I asked for and NOT a PENNY less you HEAR me! I DON’T like penny pinchers and if you’re WASTING my time, MISTER HAMMER will FLATTEN you into a PANCAKE! YOU GOT IT!”

@derobergeist/@stillwater-butcher sent "Trick or Treat!  🎃" for a lil spoopy goodie

Emmanuel wasn't sure he'd ever seen the harsh man smile before, or even give the glimmer of one. But there it was, the subtle implication turning up the corners of Charlie's mouth and softening his eyes.

"What?" He asked, still breathing heavily with that big foolish grin, holding fast to the halter of the colt he'd run down in an equally foolish pursuit. There would be no answer from the stoic man, but it seemed that, for once, Emmanuel's lack of self-preservation when not at the expense of his mentor had brought some modicum of mirth. Good, he thought. Now he could gain that approval again.

me:

The laugh that falls from Judy’s lips, while short, was genuine. This  little  burst  of  enthusiasm. Judy leans back in her chair, feet kicking up onto her own desk. Arms crossing over her chest. Patterns of tattoos sparkling her skin. There’s still a smile curling up the corners of her mouth. 

montgomery leans back in the wicker chair, slowly blowing the smoke out from his lungs, looking at the joint for a moment before he lolled his head to the side so he could see thackery better. “i understand that. it wasn’t until i came to this very island... my own little piece of paradise...” he trails off with a smile on his lips, gaze drifting to the rafters. “is that why you came here?” he finally asks, looking back at him. “would you like to find yourself, dr. thackery?” he smirked, offering him the joint.