Sometimes life gets fucked up that's why we get fucked up

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Sometimes life gets fucked up that's why we get fucked up

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The distance stretches across the room, framing a yawning space into which he does not dare refuses to step. Cam lingers in the doorway arms resting with deceptive unconcern upon the gun strapped to the front of his jacket. The very picture of apparent ease. The stance belies the minutes in which he’d all but paced the corridor, hesitant to round the corner and enter the room proper. Paranoia, part of him accuses, but he rationalizes it to himself as due caution. Disaster stalks ever in their wake, and he’d give anything for something resembling a routine mission. He lies to himself; he wouldn’t give this up for anything less than the world itself.
He watches, gaze sharp, not distrustful of her, but of the specimens she examines. If only Daniel had omitted the tiny detail from his report. The one sentence that prompted Landry to send an additional team, complete with scientists, to further investigate bugs. Why did it have to be bugs. At last, he remarks, casual as he can manage, ❛ Y’know, last time I stared at bugs in a glass cage, things didn’t go too well. You’re certain — absolutely certain — they’re harmless? They’re not going to, say, rapidly multiply? break out of their cage? decide they have a hankering for human flesh? display a ridiculous aptitude for hunting? Just, for example... ❜
// @memoryfaded.
memoryfaded ( @memoryfaded )
chuckle came still laced, still threaded and full of colourful concern. like embroidered flowers on thin material - concern was always a part of her, it could never be helped. for all her gentleness or silence maeve had long since seen enough to know that if things could go wrong they certainly would. ❝ you trendsetter, you. ❞ dry tone far from malicious or hollow - instead oddly warm, a desert mix of sand && sun, of ancient and the bits of resilient nature that found a way to grow in impossible conditions. ❝ buy two, get one free? perfect, please order ten, that way I might ever be able to sleep again without visions of trying to explain to the police ‘no officer, I swear, she fell off the ceiling because she liked hanging out there. ❞
there was no need to be an expert to pick up on the other’s lie - but there was also no need to pry. geneticist understood it - the work that went unspoken, the effort in every decision. ❝ personally I’d go for one of those egg chairs, sounds a lot more comfortable to dangle within. easier to secure, too. ❞ pause came, lingering, then, ❝ are you certain you’re alright? anything worth dangling for must be pretty unsavoury. ❞
"Don’t you worry. With my long list of enemies, they won’t even suspect you.” SHIELD agent. Inhuman. The Destroyer of Worlds. There was no space for people like her in this world and she refused to back down, refused to play by the rules of the people who’d want to keep her down for their gain. She made space, she fought and yelled and whoever got pissed along the way would just have to deal with it. “But if it’d make you sleep better I can string a few up.”
Fingers hover over the keys, breaking the pattern of the clatter before she starts typing away again. “Me? I’m great.” Everything was great. Just great — she just needed a little more of... everything: time, power, money. But mostly, she needed time. “Same old, same old.”
@memoryfaded { spencer & maeve // white collar au }.
it was rare that a case took more than two weeks to solve for spencer and his team ; but maeve donovan ( spencer doesn’t think it was her real name , but it was the most favoured of her aliases ) had been different. it had taken two years to arrest the white collar criminal and bring her to justice.
but was it really justice ? spencer had mused. in some ways , maeve reminded spencer of himself , and it could have just as easily have been him as the criminal and maeve as the fbi agent if events had just twisted slightly.
and so he had set up a meeting with maeve , right after her trial ( four years was both too much and too little -- they had only been able to prove that she had done one crime out of all of the crimes spencer knew she did ) , and spencer was glad that maeve accepted. he didn’t know if she thought he came to gloat , but he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t expect this.
‘ here , read this for yourself , and ask me if you have any questions , ’ spencer started off , dropping the file for the deal in front of maeve on the table.
✶ - @memoryfaded 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ❤ !
❝ ‘scuse me , you wouldn’t happen to like blueberry muffins - would you ? someone never picked up their mobile order . . . & you look like a muffin gal . ❞

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there's so much I can't say from a night that wasn't supposed to happen, events that I didn't expect to happen.
A piercing stare from across the room, moonlight hues and dancing eyes.
A soft gaze dancing on my lips insights a quickening breath and sudden sighs.
That's all i allow myself to remember, even though there's nothing I would want to forget.
ah! the fire of desire...how it burns a hole deep enough for a heart to plunge into. An abyss of flames and ash branding a memory into my soul.
a night I didn't expect to happen, but oh how I need to forget.
..de ha ez sem...
Minél szimpatikusabb vagy, annál nagyobb távolságot akarok tartani.
Minél inkább próbálok távolságot tartani, annál több időt akarok veled tölteni.
Minél több időt töltök veled, annál kevesebbet akarok nélküled létezni.
Minél kevesebb időt töltök nélküled, annál jobban szeretlek.
Minél jobban szeretlek, annál nagyobb fájdalom lesz, mikor majd elveszítelek.
@memoryfaded : ❝ could you blink, or something? you’re starting to freak me out. ❞
can barely hear her over the roaring thoughts in his head. trapped in the darkest depths of his mind. hasn’t even touched the food on his plate despite how intoxicating the scent of it is. probably cold by now -- unaware of how long he’s just been sitting there, index finger tapping against the tabletop. max isn’t sure what snaps him out of his daze, but finally her voice registers. “ hmm? ” subtle shake of his head encourages the will to speak. rapid blinks are fleeting as eyes immediately began to water, not realizing how dry they’ve become. “ sorry. ” response serves as an apology and he wastes no time in pretending like everything is okay. “ i’m fine, ” is spoken as he lifts his fork, prongs shifting around the food on his plate, acting as though he’s about to eat, though max knows he has no intention of doing so. “ thinking, ” he quietly explains. “ just thinking. ”