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@poison-prayer​ asked:  ☠ - slam my muse into a wall -poison-prayer (fight! fight! fight! fight!)

Manhandling Meme || Accepting

     Under the driving force of the other man’s hand, David’s back smacks against the wall. The counselor hisses as the ricochet forces his head to bang against the surface, not hard enough to black out, but enough to temporarily obstruct his senses.

     Upon shaking it off, he ducks into his shoulders under the malevolent gaze of his almost perfect duplicate.

     “W-Wait! please--”

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     Boots bringing her ever forward in a determined tread for progress as she appeared from the shadows, hands meticulously held behind her back as she approached the man. That thick accent with an authoritative tone, the icy hues of her eyes staring him down, “Daniel Baker: age 28, wanted man of children genocide though I suspect you may have more blood on hands, no? But the reports say you worship some god and move with purpose. I too, move with purpose and am genocider of children but many more than you can possibly imagine in operations.”

As he sits the chair creaks under him. Each breath he takes felt stale, yet daniel’s kind regards warmed him up, It didn’t seem so bad. He should be more careful, considering the matters at hand. The questions with no easy or sweet answers. What’s troubling him is how to even begin.

“So Daniel, I know you trusted me with the younger kids for a reason. I wanted to talk to you about a particular one I met recently.” his fingers drum against his arm. A million ways this could go wrong, but he can’t handle not knowing. No more ignorance. Plugging his ears won’t work anymore. he swallows down the doubt and spoke once more. “How long has Maxwell been here?”

Finally bothering to make eye contact, His smile matched daniel’s purely in it’s plastic sheen. Really, it’s a miracle he’s holding it together. There’s fire spitting behind that stare. Boring into daniel. It made him feel braver than he felt. “He’s a lovely kid isn’t he? An absolute sweetheart, but we both know that isn’t Max. What did you do to him, Sir?”

anonymous asked: Consider: anti-Daniel wards for the camp

“Is this the ‘vomit your guts out’ kind or the ‘make you slip into a coma’ kind?” A strange thing to ask when you’re halfway to the ground, Neil. “Hopefully not that first one because dying with puke breath is disgusting.” He gagged again, using the wall to keep from toppling over.