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         TARGET   :   OSBORN   ,   NORMAN   ...   ‘  almost  dead  yesterday ,  maybe  dead  tomorrow ,  but  alive ,  gloriously  alive ,  today .  ’

        SHE   HUMS   WITH   THOUGHT   ---   her expression unreadable   ,   vaguely one of ponderance as she looks him over. he is battered   ,   bloodied. she can make her guesses as to why   ,   but she won’t. not right now   ,   anyway. maybe saying she cares about him is kind of s stretch. she doesn’t expect he concerns himself with her very much either. still   ---   there is a comfort here. a familiarity. he can be sure that she will turn up   ---   whole or broken   ,   curious or bored   ,   always hungry. whether his home or hideout   ,   jezebel has become a fixture. what does it mean to care about someone   ,   anyway ? to truly hold someone close to you   ,   in such a regard that you find yourself concerned for their well - being ? if she disappeared one day   ,   stopped sneaking in to steal his peace   ,   would he care ? would he wonder where his stray has gone or would he finally exhale that sigh of relief he’s been holding in since she entered his life ? jezebel   ,   watching him with her fox - like gaze   ,   taking in the sight of his damaged   ,   but still breathing frame   ,   decides his death is not preferable to her. she does not need him   ---   but she enjoys him. as much as they bicker   ,   as exhausted as he seems to be at her presence   ,   she still feels like he might feel the same. that maybe having her around has become a part of his new comfort zone.

        he speak and the world comes back into view. it’s an interesting choice of words to be sure   ,   tugging the corners of her lips slightly upwards in a humored smile. the assassin draws closer   ,   taking a seat at his side. a gloved hand finds the alcohol on the table   ,   wets a cotton pad and gets to work at pressing it gently to a scrape on his face. jezebel hums as she helps   ,   head tilting curiously to the side as she considers his words.

        ❝   good.   ❞   her voice is even   ,   blunt. not teasing   ,   not sarcastic   ---   just complete honesty between them.   ❝   try to stay alive tomorrow to   ---   i kind of like you alive.   ❞

@oscrp​ ›   ❛ What can I say? You were right about me. I never held it against you. I don’t now. ❜   › meme

it was a long awaited conversation he’d been wanting  —  needing to have with his father.  something that he’s mentioned in the past that only got thrown back at him, told he was just being selfish or unreasonable.  so he stopped bringing it up.  harry just had to let it roll with the punches.  it wasn’t always easy and it did more damage than either would like to admit.