#faorism

which could mean nothing

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Like any sailor or soldier worth their salt, Elliot is adept at knitting and darning.

He made countless items for himself and his comrades to survive the elements while at sea or during a campaign, which must include several pairs of what are technically called mitts.

Even now, during London’s harsh winters, Elliot knits any wool he can get his hands on. In his current line of work, mitts are specifically helpful to disguise his knuckles - busted and bruised in his boxing matches (thanks @msmongoose for the suggestion!)

In her day job as a scullery maid, Parker has to traipse through drafty townhouses and light the fires each morning, so I’m sure Elliot is eager to provide any cozy accessory she needs 🥹

BTW if you don’t know what I’m talking about, this is in reference to the post below which is the basis for what I’m now calling Leverage: Regency lol.

I looooooove croissants (and chocolate croissants)

I’m partial to white bread for sandwiches etc

I love the hard dinner rolls and baguettes as well

This is the best thing you could have ever asked I love bread these are also not exactly in order also I can't be bothered to look for the english names

1: Kaiserbrood

I love these fuckers so much when they're fresh they're so nice and crunchy.....

2: Speltbolletjes...

Also very crunchy when fresh....delicious

3: This soda bread my dad makes sometimes

4: Any brown sliced bread with seeds from the bakery that looks vaguely like this

5: a good ol Italiaanse Bol is always good

A name feared by most of the underworld, and hated by all law enforcement personnel. A name that had been reduced to a whimper after the team took him down. They knew his name, but he didn't know theirs, and for once, the power did not lie in his hands. They took down his empire and shook him to the core. His world has fallen down around his ears and yet...

And yet Eliot worries that they did not do enough, that somehow Damien'll escape to wreak destruction and terror on the world again, and the first to die will be the team. That he'll give Eliot a choice: either Eliot kills them himself, as painlessly as he wants to, or Damien will kill them in front of him, prolonging their suffering until they are begging Eliot to kill them.

Eliot couldn't live with that.

Fortunately, he probably wouldn't have to. Damien would watch Eliot's world burn, just as they burned his. And after Damien destroyed everything in Eliot's life that he cares about, he'd come for Eliot.

Then - and only then - would Damien kill him. (Probably pretty quickly, too.)

As much as Damien may want to torture Eliot (a desire Eliot isn't even sure exists; Eliot was, after all, one of the only people Damien ever - well, not loved, but cared about), he knows that the longer Eliot's alive (and the more Damien destroys those Eliot loves), the larger the chance is that Eliot can get away and kill him. Damien knows exactly the kind of damage Eliot could do if he ever got the chance to get revenge. Even with two broken arms and two broken legs, the threat Eliot would pose is too great for him to take that chance.