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   heels of her boots click behind her with haste. she’s slipping in and out of the way of late night city goers, moving passed them on the sidewalk. she keeps checking over her shoulder. she sees no one, but she feels them. feels their presence. she’s being followed. has been for the past fifteen minutes. what was supposed to be a quick recon job, has twisted into a bigger issue for “The witch”. usually going unseen, like a ghost, she had undeniably been sloppy.

 “Excuse me. pardon me. get the fuck out of the way.” she snaps as she hits the corner, now beginning to pick up speed. she finds herself sprinting through neon lit city streets. inked digits gripping her duffel bag at her side. she can hear the thudding of quickly approaching footsteps coming from behind. she makes the quick decision to turn one last corner, clashing bodies with an unsuspecting stranger. she drops her bag in the process, managing to kick it off to the side as she grips onto the stranger. She repositions them as she presses her back against the cool, brick wall, arms throwing themselves over their shoulders as she presses her petite frame to theirs. glacial orbs gaze pleadingly up at them, “Please, just go with it.” 

   face buries itself in the crook of their neck, body swaying side to side as she hears the footsteps stop, angered voices muttering back and forth before the footsteps begin to lead off into the opposite direction. she lingers for just a bit longer before she pulls away enough to smile up at the stranger, “Thank you. I’m pretty sure you, in better terms: just saved my life.” she pulls away to grab her bag, tossing it over her shoulder once again. “Thank you. Really.”

They’re like BLOODHOUNDS, aren’t they? As soon as the paparazzi get a sniff of the faintest idea that Dave Talbot might be around, they descend upon him like a swarm of flies. (To be fair, the extremely conspicuous red Lamborghini doesn’t help him to blend in.) Honestly, he’s really not in the mood to talk to them after he was recently disqualified from the Open for angrily spitting at the umpire. “Unsportsmanlike conduct.” Yeah, they could kiss Dave’s ass, for all he cares. Breaking news: 18-year-old boy does stupid 18-year-old things.

ummm excuse me....I actually shed a tear here with this. I can't express just how much I appreciate this and you. Thank you so very much for your kind words. I adore you and I'm very grateful we have met and get to talk and write such fun things together. I'm excited for the future for our two muses and the many adventures they'll have together. <3 again, thank you so much!

❝ i know it seems wrong to accept. ❞ she can't fault his reaction — most people she meets don't take very well to news of an impending machine apocalypse.

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒

𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒

The silence that surrounds them is deafening. She is struggling to bite her tongue as she tenderly dabs a moist towel against his crimson stained face. There’s an open wound that follows along his cheek. A bit of swelling forming under his eye. It was bad, but it could’ve been extremely worse. “I -“ she sighs, still struggling to find the right words to speak aloud, “why?” She shakes her head, now lifting her hand from his face to give him a stern expression, “why did you try to protect me?” She wants to yell, lash out like an angered parent disciplining their child for not listening to their directions, but she can’t find it in her to raise her voice.

He had tried to protect her from danger. Something he didn’t need to do. Of course he didn’t know just what she was capable of, but still, to put himself in danger for her. It was stupid. Irrational. “What if you had gotten yourself really hurt, hm?” She sighs as she begins to tend to his wound once again, “I- I don’t know what I would’ve done. If you got hurt because of me?” She can feel the heat behind her glossy gaze, the feeling of fresh tears trying to break free from the corners of her eyes, “it’s one thing to be nice, to offer me food and a great time… but this… no Richard, you can’t just go and get yourself hurt because of me. I-I can’t allow that to happen. Like…like I’m so very grateful—“ she pauses, crimson stained digits coming up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, “no one has ever tried to save me and I don’t know.” She takes the moment to really look at Rick, allowing saddened orbs to lock onto his. The broken girl who hides behind such a strong, stubborn facade, now crying over the kindest stranger she’s ever met, “I don’t know how to process these emotions. The weird happy, mixed with this confusing frustration and concern. I don’t understand it like at all, and god dammit Rick.” She pouts, “your face. You went and got hurt and it’s because of me.”