#hunt-the-hare

gemma tips her sunglasses down , peering over the frame at the man. after a moment , some semblance of a smile tugs on her lips. " IS THAT RIGHT ? " she asks , lifting her cigarette to ash it over the asphalt. she plays with it for a moment , rolling it between her fingers as she surveys him , up and down.

——- 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. in every circumstance, he finds himself mesmerized. don’t get too attached, he tries to remind himself. the girl will end up dead one of these days knowing his luck and once more he will be wandering these streets alone with one more reason to drink himself into the grave. if there is a god, he sent nikolai an angel and that’s why he stares.

they sit in a bombed out building. he built the fire low, just enough to give them a bit of light and a bit of warmth. not big enough to catch the attention of any zombies limping past. he watches her hands doing exactly as he taught her.

“ take care of gun and gun takes care of you. “

he tells her that often and it seems to have stuck with her now as she cleans her firearm. her fingers are small and soft whereas his are large and calloused. two entirely different circumstances but fate has brought them here.

he takes a swig from his bottle of vodka. he is nearly to the end of it. tomorrow, he will make a point to find more. “ mm… you are good now, malyshka. not much more and you will have no need for nikolai, “ he comments. he moves a bit closer, sliding up beside her to focus in on the way she is reassembling her firearm. “ good girl. just like nikolai taught you. “

Name: Didi Despereaux

Nickname:  D, Deeds, Double D, Di

Gender: Cis Female 

Romantic orientation: Biromantic technically, but her version of romance is whatever a wolf does to a deer carcass, so I don't think anyone should engage

Sexual orientation: Bisexual, leans more towards pathetic men

Preferred pet names:  Baby! Darling! Princess! Empress! Goddess! Get increasingly devout with it

Relationship status: Verse dependent! Married to Lázaro in her canon, but we multiship in this house!

Opinion on true love: Says she doesn't believe in true love and that it's a bit unrealistic and not suited to her needs or wants. Which is technically true. It WOULD be nice if someone was made just for her but the way she approaches love are heavily possessive and overall chaotic, so regardless I'm begging you, do not engage.

Opinion on love at first sight: THAT'S REAL!!! Because everyone SHOULD fall in love with her on sight—she is not gonna do that personally though, she's immune. Everyone else though? Doomed. (This is actually a lie, if you meet her and are having the most embarrassing, cringefail day of your life and you're essentially at her feet, pathetic and crying, she may fall in love with you right there the second after she belittles you)

How ‘romantic’ are they?: Much more sensual than romantic. Even when in a committed relationship, she's not always thinking about them first. Sometimes it does come out and she's able to be sweet and caring and romantic but that's...rare! Didi is always at the top of her own hierarchy of importance with her partner as a very close second.

Ideal physical traits: Taller than her, grabbable hair length, sharp teeth or maybe just an affinity for biting, nice hands—sucker for a mean redhead though, that is the one trait above all this

Ideal personality traits: Passive, a little dumb, nervous in her presence, funny, more level headed than her, willing to follow her lead, not complicated

Unattractive physical traits: BALD. She can't do it.

Unattractive personality traits: Smart but way too cocky or condescending about it, liars, guys who think yelling at her will stop her from acting crazy, she'll run you over with her Vespa

Do they have a type?: Pathetic men. I've been writing her for almost fourteen years and that is consistently her catnip. Doesn't mean they're not big or strong or cool, but if they crumble emotionally, or are too sweet to talk back, she is ALL OVER that. Give her a man she can belittle playfully and she will use him like a chewtoy.

Average relationship length: Depends? Didi gets bored easily, restless for new scenery—she may come back months later, expecting to jump back into things though, which obviously isn't everyone's cup of tea but them's the breaks kid.

Past relationships?: Jerome! Terrible man! Very fun to explore though because even Didi recognizes that she's, somehow, an even worse person when she was with Jerome and that's saying something.

Favourite canon ship: Lázaro! Perfect man, willing to be his wife's chew toy B)

Favourite non-canon ship: she's got a lot of really great ships, ngl, but gotta say the award goes to @bruisedconscience Teddy...man let her kick his ass and now she wants to marry him, idk how the mad man did it but damn it slaps,,,

❝  wow.  really?  that's  the  game  we're  playing  …  right.❞  he  shifts  awkwardly,  glasses  slipping  down  his  face as  he  rubs  at  the  bridge  of  his  nose. 

❝  holly's  great.  she's  brilliant.  but,  er  —  I’m  not—  I’m  not  doing  the  smash‑or‑pass  thing.  that’s  middle‑school  nonsense.  I’m  just  saying  she’s…  great.  ❝

he  likes  her,  definitely  …  but  it's  far  to  early  to  tell.

SEND "SMASH OR PASS" FOR MY MUSE TO ANSWER HONESTLY ABOUT YOURS. NO LYING ALLOWED.

she glances around nervously , clinging to the phone like a lifelife. her whole life had been turned upside down since the fight with clay. her marriage imploded. things were fractured , things that she thought were set in stone. since the fight , and since her face had healed , gemma had gotten herself involved in worse things. drinking at random bars , sleeping with anyone who gave her any attention , one-night stands and aliases.

THIS TIME , it hadn't worked out in her favor. the john had grabbed her purse , jacked her car , left her stranded at some shitty motel without even a cell phone to call for help. she used the room phone to ring the shop , her head bowed , tail between her legs. she'd have one of the mechanics drive the tow truck out to get her. hopefully it slid under the radar and neither jax nor clay noticed.

FROM  THE  VERY  PERIPHERAL  she  views  @hunt-the-hare  in  an  instant,  pupils  narrowing  and  fixed,  framed  only  by  thin  stands  of  dark  hair.  it  wasn't  a  glare  of  hot  anger,  but  of  a  silent  re-calibration–  as  if  she  were EMBARRASSED  to  witness  what  she  saw.  a  couple  being  too  sweet  on  each  other;  showing  too much affection  near  the  market, with  not  a  care  in  the  world  who  had seen  them.  as  if  that  in  itself  wasn't  dangerous. wasn't prey to those who would take advantage.  ❝  Такая  пустая  трата  времени.❞   such  a  waste  of  time.  she  shook  her  head  and  whispered  shrewdly.  but  it  was  still  LOUD  enough  for  howard  to  hear  it.

He stops beside the security desk, resting the tablet against the counter as he reviews the latest lab results. The last trauma had gone on longer than expected, followed almost immediately by a stroke alert and a combative intoxicated patient that had required half the department and security to get under control. He signs off on a couple of orders with the tap of a finger before opening another chart, methodically working through the backlog.

The sound of familiar boots echoes down the corridor. Without looking up, Jack continues reading for another moment before speaking.

"If you're coming over here to tell me somebody else decided to throw a chair," he says dryly, his attention still on the chart in front of him, "I'm pretending I didn't hear you for the next five minutes."