#motleysort

Wrong Side of the Law

💜 For @motleysort​ ‘s Misha! 💜

"If you’re looking for a job, you’re in the wrong place.” Rayn didn’t bother looking up from the newspaper she was idly flipping through with her morning serving of hot green tea. “We don’t work with cops.” That last syllable dripped out with so much venom. Like it pained her to say. Pig rolled off the tongue so much easier. “Last time I tried to get things done by the book, I got tied up in so much red tape I couldn’t tell my head from my ass and the culprit spent another three years out of jail with another ten victims to add to his body count. Even years later after I’ve resigned, I still get dead rats in my mailbox and graffiti on my windows from my old buddies at the station for trying to do the right thing. And the other local stations didn’t bother answering my backup calls either. Cops are the same everywhere.”

@motleysort​ / 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Head tilted at the plate she had placed in front of her friend, and the expression painted on the aforementioned friend’s face, Fish blinked in surprise. Oh, right. Nancy knew, now. A thorny situation indeed. Had it been anyone else, she would have murdered them in the blink of an eye. But if Fish Lecter was as terrible as her father, she, just like him, got easily blinded by her affection. And she cared about Nancy. She was a great friend. It’d be a shame, really, to murder her.

So, for now, Fish was attempting an experiment of sort. She was trusting Nancy. It could be risky, and if she was not lacking in tenderness, she was still quite brutal. In the unfortunate event of Nancy betraying that trust, Fish would have to get rid of her. And surely, the other knew that. There seemed to be a sort of status quo between the girls, now.

@motleysort​ & @basstardz​​ . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

“Here, you can sleep in my bed tonight,” invited Fish as she walked into the room, holding a spare pajama for her friend, “I think it’ll be more convenient, if we’re together.”

She looked as casual as ever, putting down the spare pajama on the bed and changing into her own. It was as if they were about to have the most normal sleepover instead of trying to trap a demonic serial killer. Then again, Nancy couldn’t be all that surprised to see her friend quite so calm. 

Fish Lecter was used to killers. 

Opening her bedside table, she got two knives out, placed them both under the pillows, and climbed into bed. “Don’t hurt yourself, though,” she warned Nancy, “they’re razor sharp. I sharpen them myself, actually.” There was clear pride in her voice. 

@motleysort​ | title; i don’t wanna know (Charlie & Kat) | cont. from here

     He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, somewhat uncomfortable with how intently she studied him as if trying to figure him out. There were those who did that and it always made him a little wary. Doing his best to shake off the feeling, Charlie fully focused his attention on the car.

     “I’ve never once taken a car to a mechanic. I always managed to fix them myself, or with help from my family.” His son, Aaron, when he wasn’t in some pissy mood whenever he was around. A rarity that was. Even his mother had some knowledge of engines, and she never even liked cars all that much. Driving hadn’t been her forte either.

     Thinking of the past and the memories of his long-dead brother and mother sent him into a deep reverie, broken only when she brought up the mention of a brother of her own. He caught on to the past-tense rather quickly, surmising that perhaps he was dead too. He hadn’t expected to find something else in common and wished it had been anything else.

     It took him a minute to reply, weighing whether or not to bring it up. Charlie had never been one for oversharing, but he felt compelled to mention it. For solidarity. For understanding. For something.

     “The car belonged to my older brother. He died in a flash flood.” He swallowed the lump that thickened his throat, shrugging as if it was some nonchalant thing he was bringing up. A somewhat nervous gesture, a sign of his discomfort. “He really liked that car. Drove it almost everywhere. I sometimes regret selling it, but I couldn’t keep it.” He didn’t need to explain that further, he hoped.

     He took in a deep breath and pushed on, putting the volunteered information behind him—and hoping she would too. “I think you’d make a nice penny off of it, once it’s up and running.” Charlie paused, considered it for a moment, placing his hand on the cool metal. “If no one working with you wants it, I may be interested.”

@motleysort​ / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 - 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝟏.𝟎  

AISHA knew everything one could know about angels, of course. She knew The Bible, she knew The Torah and The Quran. She knew the way they were supposed to look like, and she knew the way humans depicted them; either as ethereal muscular beings, or as chubby and rosy-cheeked cherubs. She knew everything, except that they were real. 

Observing the dark-haired man standing before her, she thought that he did not look at all like the angels she knew about. He didn’t look like a mythological soldier, or like a winged baby. He was lanky and awkward, with puppy eyes that seemed perfectly lost. But that was alright. Humans didn’t seem to know what angels looked like, they never seemed to agree on it.

But she couldn’t just take his words for it, for she also knew that humans lied. They lied constantly. She had learn to lie, of course, but found that she did not care for it. It was useful at times, she’d admit that. 

“I’m curious,” she said, tilting her head at him, “how is heaven? What does it look like?”

Starter for @motleysort​ [GREED]

Hubris was often the downfall of humanity. That’s what most textbook philosophers would say, anyway. Hinoka felt different about it. It wasn’t pride, but ambition that drove her forward. Pushed her through life’s trials. Forced her to complete the never-ending obstacle course that was education, medical training, and so on and so forth, ad infinatum. 

It never felt like enough. Recently, at least. 

If anyone asked, Hinoka would say it started once her mother passed. Training and studying and learning all that she could to prevent someone else from ever having to experience what she had. Then it became more than that. She had begun to crave knowledge--Medicine, Biology, Botany, Nanotechnology--anything that gave her an edge. Made her the smartest person in the room. 

Prestigious. Necessary. Essential.  

However in the past few months it seemed to grow worse. It was a thought that gnawed endlessly in the back of her mind. She wasn’t allowed to make mistakes. Had she thought of all the possibilities? How could she know she accounted for them. It made the redhead restless, agitated even if someone disturbed her while she was studying. 

So the fact she’d been skulking around the internet trying to find anywhere that was open so late was beginning to drain her. She needed a drink, and besides, bartenders did tend to be a wealth of knowledge in their own right. 

The Dog and the Wolf

💜 For @motleysort​ ‘s Dean! 💜

A trip out of the hustle and bustle of the city was always a refreshing experience for both Elana and her boy. While Thomas peered with shining eyes through the window of the front passenger seat, straining against his seatbelt with the neglected ice cream cone melting down over his knuckles, Ellie had to fight the urge to stick her head out of the driver’s side window and let her tongue hang out as she took in all the enticing scents the fresh air wafted over in the rush of winds. The sight of something on a ranch seemed to catch her boy’s attention. He began tapping his fingers frantically on the glass yelling “look! look!” His mother smiled as she looked over. He offered her his best set of puppy eyes. “Can we get a closer look, Ellie? Pleeeease?”

How could she say no to that?

Rough Touch Starters | Accepting

The doctor was torn from her work immediately. She hated when he did this. Asserting the fact that he could manhandle her whenever and however he could--and there was little she could do but voice her agitation. Ever since the incident, she'd been his hostage. Everywhere she turned there he was, but at least she had turned of her own volition.

Hinoka knew she could only be so defiant, and despite the force that came from the initial grab, she turned towards where he wanted her to.