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[ Text: Karen ] Wait, what did I send you? [ Text: Karen ] Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to send a photo [ Text: Karen ] Karen [ Text: Karen ] Karen what did I send you?
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@pagefied from here
[ Text: Karen ] Wait, what did I send you? [ Text: Karen ] Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to send a photo [ Text: Karen ] Karen [ Text: Karen ] Karen what did I send you?
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stay hydrated! Bring tissues! keep a pillow beside you to scream in! Wear your red and black (as Karen does) to color coordinate with the bae!! GET A GOOD NIGHT’s REST! Eat carbs!!
"They told me not to trust you."
"GEE, wonder who THEY are? Sounds like a real wet blanket t'me. Is this a face of a liar?"
Go on Karen, take a long look into those gorgeous blue eyes that can actually SEE you, can take stock of the beauty and brains that is Karen Page.
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[ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ // ᴋ. ᴘᴀɢᴇ ] : Everything's fine. Sorry, I know it's late.
[ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ // ᴋ. ᴘᴀɢᴇ ] : I just wanted to make sure you got home okay. And double check that I was able to message you back in your timeline.
[ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ // ᴋ. ᴘᴀɢᴇ ] : I know as far as first meetings go, ours wasn't exactly ideal.
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This phone hadn’t rung in years, it was an old burner that he kept active for a job that never actually happened. An emergency line for a select few people. Cautiously he answered the call. “Who is this?” he asked bluntly. Why the fuck where they calling him. He was done. Out.
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@pagefied asked: “how can i say this without breaking?” for frank from karen
That was a great start, slowly pulling further into himself as his fingers tightened around the gas station coffee cup that had felt scalding moments ago. Shit like this never went well for him, and he could feel the small piece of him that he guarded so zealously it may as well be a holy relic gain one more crack. It didn't have much left to break but it was resilient.
'Just say it, don't bullshit.'
Just swing the hammer. Why try padding it with foam like that would change the fact the core of it was tempered steel and it was going to hurt. Rather hurt now and wander off to lick his wounds, then deal with the prickly anticipation that made his "poor attitude" even worse.
'You're so worried about your own feelings you never get anywhere, so try it my way.' The words are growled, forcing himself not to let loose the anxiety that sparked his nerves and made him want to snap his teeth like a junkyard dog. "Just. Say. It.'
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"I know." Frank said softly reaching for her. "I just—you've already see me at my worst, y'know? You've actually seen me when I've been at the very bottom, Karen. I don't—It's hard to keep showing you when I don't know...I worry that it's a lot."
I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me.
Frank hears her, struggling to open his eyes. He feels himself reaching for her hand. His chest heaving fast, his breathing coming out in gasps. There's so much blood on him, there's no telling which is his and the other men he ran through.
But he's fighting to keep conscious, not wanting to die in front of Karen. He always hoped this part would happen while he's alone, so he just fades away into the background. A crazed man fighting an endless war that never ends or ever changes a damn thing.
He's grasping her hand, squeezing it (weakly) as he shakes, feeling cold.
"—," his lips mouth slowly, his voice coming out in small sputters. "light a candle for me."