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Hey, Frank.
[ Can you already hear the reluctance in his voice? ]
[ Can you already hear the reluctance in his voice? ]
#1, huh
[ "you okay, soldier boy?" she doesn't ask. ]
[ "you okay, soldier boy?" she doesn't ask. ]
its all bullshit
[ He's not proud, not amused, marching his way through town trying to find these fakes, trying to kill them β at least his own. Because for all that it's mostly true to what he does, the way he snaps necks and paints his knuckles bloody, it's not some fucking show for the masses.
He does what he does for a reason, and he ain't leaving it around for people's fun.
Especially when his apparent ranking is drawing in masses of attention. ]
you know where these assholes are at?
[ He's not proud, not amused, marching his way through town trying to find these fakes, trying to kill them β at least his own. Because for all that it's mostly true to what he does, the way he snaps necks and paints his knuckles bloody, it's not some fucking show for the masses.
He does what he does for a reason, and he ain't leaving it around for people's fun.
Especially when his apparent ranking is drawing in masses of attention. ]
you know where these assholes are at?
( it is the first time he's celebrating frank's birthday with him in years, so he is going to do his best to make it as enjoyable for him as possible. it won't make up for what had happened to him and his family, and it certainly won't wipe his own slate clean or make him feel any less... guilty for his involvement in it (as indirect as it was). billy has no intention of making a confession or asking for forgiveness here, but duplicity is almost like a second chance for him to do right by him.
maybe it's cowardly; maybe it'll eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he knows frank too well. if he ever finds out, he will have hell to pay and let's just say he isn't ready for that. he doesn't think he'll ever be. at the same time, he knows he can't keep it from him forever. it'll be better for frank to hear it from him than somebody else, yetβ why stir the pot when there is no need for it? he can keep being his best friend and that suits him just fine.
billy figures frank would appreciate a more low key celebration for his birthday, so aside from a long overdue shopping spree, he has kept the day's events on the more relaxing and casual side of things. now, they're back at his apartment where he has just finished cooking dinner. time to kick back, crack open a beer and enjoy themselves. )
Grab a plate and help yourself. ( unsurprisingly, he has whipped up all of frank's favorites for the night. ) Cherish this moment, Frankie, 'cause you're gonna have to wait another year before I cook this much for you again.
maybe it's cowardly; maybe it'll eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he knows frank too well. if he ever finds out, he will have hell to pay and let's just say he isn't ready for that. he doesn't think he'll ever be. at the same time, he knows he can't keep it from him forever. it'll be better for frank to hear it from him than somebody else, yetβ why stir the pot when there is no need for it? he can keep being his best friend and that suits him just fine.
billy figures frank would appreciate a more low key celebration for his birthday, so aside from a long overdue shopping spree, he has kept the day's events on the more relaxing and casual side of things. now, they're back at his apartment where he has just finished cooking dinner. time to kick back, crack open a beer and enjoy themselves. )
Grab a plate and help yourself. ( unsurprisingly, he has whipped up all of frank's favorites for the night. ) Cherish this moment, Frankie, 'cause you're gonna have to wait another year before I cook this much for you again.
[ There's nothing promising about the city; it's only been a short number of weeks since he's been stranded here, but there's been a full lack of presence of anyone involved in his family's murders and little hint on how to leave in order to return to the original mission he'd been entangled into with Lieberman back in New York. And aside from the taunts and deceiving games the people in charge have tossed in their direction, the days have been fairly quiet in between, silence that leaves Frank restless, fingers consistently tapping at his sides, wanting to take up arms, to break the skin of his knuckles, to do something that keeps him moving forward towards something.
But if there's any benefit at all, it's the company he's found himself keeping. Frank has long since shifted gears to move primarily on his own, to make his own schedules and keep himself at a secure distance from everyone else. Teaming up with Lieberman had been out of necessary rather than choice, and while there's usefulness in his skills, he felt more at ease when he only had his own back to look over. And yet here, he finds himself with the very man who guarded his back for years, a man he'd trusted his own life with time and time again.
It wasn't the ideal situation, and while it'd be difficult to vocalize the ease he feels in having his own friend stand by his side again, he does show it in his cooperation through the day that's meant to be his birthday, a day he hasn't felt the need to celebrate in years. Yet, he strolls with Bill through the markets like they aren't in the midst of a terrorizing city, his friend making reckless pointless purchases in clothes stock that he doubts he'll even wear. At the least, it's the drink in the end and the promise of a hearty meal that drives him through it. ]
Shit, Bill. Ain't even gonna cook for me on Valentines? [ He cracks a smug grin, getting a few scoopfuls of eggs over easy slid onto his plate and snatching a strip of bacon to crunch between his teeth, mouthful when he speaks again. ] Kind of offended.
But if there's any benefit at all, it's the company he's found himself keeping. Frank has long since shifted gears to move primarily on his own, to make his own schedules and keep himself at a secure distance from everyone else. Teaming up with Lieberman had been out of necessary rather than choice, and while there's usefulness in his skills, he felt more at ease when he only had his own back to look over. And yet here, he finds himself with the very man who guarded his back for years, a man he'd trusted his own life with time and time again.
It wasn't the ideal situation, and while it'd be difficult to vocalize the ease he feels in having his own friend stand by his side again, he does show it in his cooperation through the day that's meant to be his birthday, a day he hasn't felt the need to celebrate in years. Yet, he strolls with Bill through the markets like they aren't in the midst of a terrorizing city, his friend making reckless pointless purchases in clothes stock that he doubts he'll even wear. At the least, it's the drink in the end and the promise of a hearty meal that drives him through it. ]
Shit, Bill. Ain't even gonna cook for me on Valentines? [ He cracks a smug grin, getting a few scoopfuls of eggs over easy slid onto his plate and snatching a strip of bacon to crunch between his teeth, mouthful when he speaks again. ] Kind of offended.
so, contracts
[ he's a fellow sub, no matter how much they'd both like for it to be otherwise, and βcontracts have been on her mind lately. she may need an outside opinion here. ]
what do you make of them
[ he's a fellow sub, no matter how much they'd both like for it to be otherwise, and βcontracts have been on her mind lately. she may need an outside opinion here. ]
what do you make of them
( now that things have quieted with karen and she is safely (and comfortably) sleeping in his bed, billy finally has the time to give frank a call. it's ass o'clock in the morning, but he doesn't give a shit. he has no doubt frank's awake by now.
besides, some conversations really can't wait. )
Where are you? ( you better not be in jail, frankie, or else he's gonna be pissed. )
besides, some conversations really can't wait. )
Where are you? ( you better not be in jail, frankie, or else he's gonna be pissed. )
[ If Billy expects Frank to be awake by now, he'd be wrong.
When they'd spoken last, Frank had stomped out of the bar, eyes crazed with frustration and desperation, to seek out Wynonna with her disappearance, ignoring Bill's cries to calm down and to let him come with him. His mind was at a full disconnect then, lack of sleep burdening him for hours since the night before but not enough to keep him well awake as he paraded the streets from the warehouses they had already hit to her apartment, shifting through both the Down and Up to find her.
He eventually does when he returns to her place again late in the hours, where she finds him when he's slumped to exhaustion on her front steps before taking him up to tend to their wounds.
And it's there that he stays, curling up with the woman in her oversized bed, the grace of sleep leaving him fast in a slumber he could bask in for days if his body were allowed it. It's after several rings that he hears the ringing of the device, but even then he only stirs slightly, slowly rousing to properly waking, remembering the weight lodged peacefully against his chest and the warmth of his palm where he'd held her close through the night.
Shit, he thinks, rubbing at his eyes to readjust himself from his deep sleep, before carefully tucking himself out from under her to slide off of the mattress. He misses the call but instantly catches sight of the notification. ] Shit. [ He mutters out loud this time, but under his breath through the quiet of the room. He'd forgotten to check in with Billy, realizing his friend was probably angry all to hell that Frank had let himself loose again.
Slumping across the room in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, he looks amongst his bundled clothes only to find blood soaked through all the fabrics, cursing himself before he gazes around further, eventually spotting another hoodie of his, clean, mixed with her clothes in another corner, choosing to accept the luck instead of thinking more deeply about how he's left behind clothes in this apartment.
He'll finally return the call when he slips his arms into the hoodie and he settles outside into the cushions of her couch, a wave of exhaustion still weighing him down heavily. ]
Hey, Bill. [ He murmurs whenever the call goes through, a mixture of sleepiness and guilt conveyed in his eyes. ]
When they'd spoken last, Frank had stomped out of the bar, eyes crazed with frustration and desperation, to seek out Wynonna with her disappearance, ignoring Bill's cries to calm down and to let him come with him. His mind was at a full disconnect then, lack of sleep burdening him for hours since the night before but not enough to keep him well awake as he paraded the streets from the warehouses they had already hit to her apartment, shifting through both the Down and Up to find her.
He eventually does when he returns to her place again late in the hours, where she finds him when he's slumped to exhaustion on her front steps before taking him up to tend to their wounds.
And it's there that he stays, curling up with the woman in her oversized bed, the grace of sleep leaving him fast in a slumber he could bask in for days if his body were allowed it. It's after several rings that he hears the ringing of the device, but even then he only stirs slightly, slowly rousing to properly waking, remembering the weight lodged peacefully against his chest and the warmth of his palm where he'd held her close through the night.
Shit, he thinks, rubbing at his eyes to readjust himself from his deep sleep, before carefully tucking himself out from under her to slide off of the mattress. He misses the call but instantly catches sight of the notification. ] Shit. [ He mutters out loud this time, but under his breath through the quiet of the room. He'd forgotten to check in with Billy, realizing his friend was probably angry all to hell that Frank had let himself loose again.
Slumping across the room in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, he looks amongst his bundled clothes only to find blood soaked through all the fabrics, cursing himself before he gazes around further, eventually spotting another hoodie of his, clean, mixed with her clothes in another corner, choosing to accept the luck instead of thinking more deeply about how he's left behind clothes in this apartment.
He'll finally return the call when he slips his arms into the hoodie and he settles outside into the cushions of her couch, a wave of exhaustion still weighing him down heavily. ]
Hey, Bill. [ He murmurs whenever the call goes through, a mixture of sleepiness and guilt conveyed in his eyes. ]
change of address
[ in other words, she signed the contract ]
[ in other words, she signed the contract ]
βͺ frank sees her. he's always seen her. he'll notice the way panic traces the inner rim of her eyes, the way they gloss over in that way that she could once blame on the biting chill of new york city. and while the winter weather is crisp here, it's nowhere near enough of an excuse. it hasn't been long since she'd left billy's, since she'd led indecisive limbs back to the down.
there is no safe place. there is no home.
chilled fingers dig out her device just as she's ducking into some poorly-run cafe to steal a bit of warmth. he knows she's back, but what's more is that part of her feels if she can just see him, if she can be around him, maybe it'll ground her. assure her she's really here, that she hadn't been gone a months time, that if she just let herself rest she'd wake up in that dim flat in hells kitchen, yellowed fan spinning idly above her. β«
hey. you around?
there is no safe place. there is no home.
chilled fingers dig out her device just as she's ducking into some poorly-run cafe to steal a bit of warmth. he knows she's back, but what's more is that part of her feels if she can just see him, if she can be around him, maybe it'll ground her. assure her she's really here, that she hadn't been gone a months time, that if she just let herself rest she'd wake up in that dim flat in hells kitchen, yellowed fan spinning idly above her. β«
hey. you around?
Edited 2019-01-17 03:58 (UTC)
[ He's killed men to find her; with her disappearance following the suspicious events on the ship, Frank had resorted to his own classic methods of gathering information, scouring the city through the dingy streets of the Down where the most gruesome scum lurked, where lips were often loose if you had the right methods of persuasion. There'd been little he could find, and the blood that stained his hands from the process was only a brief satisfaction in knowing there was one less bastard out there to cause trouble.
It was a hard judgement to cast to say he'd given up, even if the bruised knuckles were more of mere routine these days than a signal of any new gathered information. He'd known she was still there, somewhere, but he lacked the means to reach her with his limited hands.
To say his heart was near ripping out against his bones and skin from its frantic beat upon hearing her would be an understatement. He'd been at Wynonna's, but with the message, he'd found himself tugging his clothes out of the dryer, not nearly as blood stained as they'd been last night, dressing himself as he rang a call straight through to her, not bothering with the text. ]
Karen. [ It's a scratchy sound, ached and trapped. ] Where are you?
It was a hard judgement to cast to say he'd given up, even if the bruised knuckles were more of mere routine these days than a signal of any new gathered information. He'd known she was still there, somewhere, but he lacked the means to reach her with his limited hands.
To say his heart was near ripping out against his bones and skin from its frantic beat upon hearing her would be an understatement. He'd been at Wynonna's, but with the message, he'd found himself tugging his clothes out of the dryer, not nearly as blood stained as they'd been last night, dressing himself as he rang a call straight through to her, not bothering with the text. ]
Karen. [ It's a scratchy sound, ached and trapped. ] Where are you?
[ wynonna β what? ]
come on now
pitbull
[ don't talk about how he had that answer ready. ]
come on now
pitbull
[ don't talk about how he had that answer ready. ]
Edited 2019-01-17 02:19 (UTC)
Much as I'd love to spend the night fucking you into the mattress til you're whimpering nonsense and can't walk straight, Clarke wants to break into a building again. Gotta make sure the kids don't die.
Think of me in the shower. Text you later.
Think of me in the shower. Text you later.
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LOOK AT THIS GOOD DOGGO WHAT AN ABSOLUTE UNIT OF ADORABLE!!!! (β―Β°β‘Β°οΌβ―οΈ΅ β»ββ»
Edited 2019-01-20 06:19 (UTC)
[The woman in the photo looks, in a word, relaxed. Dark waves of hair are piled upon her head, a few locks breaking free from their loose bindings in gentle curls. A light blanket is draped over the curve of her backside, offering the illusion of modesty. Propped up on her arms as she is, it's obvious that she's athletic from the toned look of her biceps and back, but everything about her appears impossibly soft. The four-poster bed she's resting upon is draped with thin white linen, framing the scene like a classical painting, and there are pillows of all colors, cloths, and sizes piled near the headboard. The curtains are drawn on the window behind her, but a single shaft of sunlight still peeks through and falls across her arched back.]
[ it's not a bad image, not at all. only problem is, frank doesn't understand where it comes from or why he's getting it, preoccupied with a thousand questions that prevent him from actually appreciating the picture sent to his phone. ]
got a new gig?
[ is she modeling? what does diana do? ]
got a new gig?
[ is she modeling? what does diana do? ]
[this misfire life]
I was wrong. I DO need you. I know you don't remember, but it's been a long time since you've been inside me and I don't want to wait any more.
I was wrong. I DO need you. I know you don't remember, but it's been a long time since you've been inside me and I don't want to wait any more.
[ there's no message. there's just a deliciously crunchy, peanut buttery image sent to frank's phone. surely, this will be the sexiest thing frank receives for the entirety of his life. come on, look at that celery and revel in it.
image.jpg. ]
image.jpg. ]
Edited 2019-01-21 02:29 (UTC)
My first impressions: I can't say I'm particularly impressed. Vigilantes in general never impress me, to be fair; that sort of rough-and-tough "no, I and I alone know what's right" justice gets very old, very fast. He has a point, naturally, in that the police are fairly useless a majority of the time, and usually in the pocket of whomever's richest, but I hardly think that automatically means we ought to go straight for street justice. Besides: there are cases in which there's a clear "bad guy", so to speak, and cases where it's far more grey.
He certainly does feel fervent about it. Bodies, multiple, and it was certainly a gory sight even before my double stepped on the scene. How many people deserve death? How many people does he think deserve to die?
As I write this, I'm aware of a personal bias. But it's hard to ignore. Anyone who reminds me of DeWitt will naturally spark a large degree of incredulity. Though, to his credit, Castle seems far more intelligent than DeWitt.
He certainly does feel fervent about it. Bodies, multiple, and it was certainly a gory sight even before my double stepped on the scene. How many people deserve death? How many people does he think deserve to die?
As I write this, I'm aware of a personal bias. But it's hard to ignore. Anyone who reminds me of DeWitt will naturally spark a large degree of incredulity. Though, to his credit, Castle seems far more intelligent than DeWitt.
There are things living under logs that are more intelligent than DeWitt.
[ attached: one (1) image of dutch asleep on a couch, looking peaceful and relaxed and comfortable. ]
( she'd fallen asleep almost blissful, more at peace than she'd felt in some time. relaxed, looked after and for once not alone. it had been months since she'd been so close to anyone, wrapped in a lover's embrace as she sleeps.
maybe that's why it all goes wrong.
nightmares are nothing new to quill, the pain of war and the extinction of her species so fresh in her mind, dreamed of with a frightening frequency.
this time, though the events are vivid in her mind, some of the details are different -- wrong. people that weren't there quill is now watching as they're murdered, bodies of people she knew and loved falling to shadow in front of her, making her scream out in the dream, twitched motions of her body.
and then it ends just as the blade turns her direction, quill punching out in her head. it's as her fist connects that she jolts awake, sitting quickly up, quill forgetting where she is and, for those few seconds, who she's with.
as it comes back to her, reminding her that she was on earth, now in duplicity, she presses a hand to her face. in the dark she doesn't yet care that there are already tears on her face. she'll move soon, letting him sleep as she cleans herself up. there's no sleep left for her )
maybe that's why it all goes wrong.
nightmares are nothing new to quill, the pain of war and the extinction of her species so fresh in her mind, dreamed of with a frightening frequency.
this time, though the events are vivid in her mind, some of the details are different -- wrong. people that weren't there quill is now watching as they're murdered, bodies of people she knew and loved falling to shadow in front of her, making her scream out in the dream, twitched motions of her body.
and then it ends just as the blade turns her direction, quill punching out in her head. it's as her fist connects that she jolts awake, sitting quickly up, quill forgetting where she is and, for those few seconds, who she's with.
as it comes back to her, reminding her that she was on earth, now in duplicity, she presses a hand to her face. in the dark she doesn't yet care that there are already tears on her face. she'll move soon, letting him sleep as she cleans herself up. there's no sleep left for her )
[ mostly, he'll choose not to say. it's less about the woman beside him, and more of his fleeing instincts, to keep a swell of distance despite all intimacy. because he knows the trouble he brings and all the wrong reasons for him to linger; ultimately, it's easier this way.
but when quill curves her body over him, chest trapped beneath the soft exploration of her fingers, trailing over his scars, he doesn't find the will to move. at least, not immediately, and he compromises with a middle line, letting his eyes rest for another hour or two before he'll inevitably slip away.
only he isn't the first to wake, and when he feels the jolt of movement against his body, the lift that drags away the long lasting warmth that had settled there, his eyes blink open, readjusting themselves through the darkness.
he's silent for a moment, carefully watching the shape of her from where he lays, her face out of sight from the angle. she seems to be lost in thought and as that stillness continues to be prolonged, he finally reaches out his fingers tentatively, the tips of them just barely caressing the curve of her shoulder, voice quiet and hardly above a whisper. ] Hey.
but when quill curves her body over him, chest trapped beneath the soft exploration of her fingers, trailing over his scars, he doesn't find the will to move. at least, not immediately, and he compromises with a middle line, letting his eyes rest for another hour or two before he'll inevitably slip away.
only he isn't the first to wake, and when he feels the jolt of movement against his body, the lift that drags away the long lasting warmth that had settled there, his eyes blink open, readjusting themselves through the darkness.
he's silent for a moment, carefully watching the shape of her from where he lays, her face out of sight from the angle. she seems to be lost in thought and as that stillness continues to be prolonged, he finally reaches out his fingers tentatively, the tips of them just barely caressing the curve of her shoulder, voice quiet and hardly above a whisper. ] Hey.
Hi Frank,
To preface this: Wynonna is meant to be inviting you, but while I trust Wynonna with my life I donβt trust her to remember to invite people to things in a timely manner, and youβre one of her special guests. If she does invite you, please just pretend to be surprised.
Weβre throwing a surprise birthday party for Waverly, and weβre hoping you're available. Attached is your official invite with all the details. Let me know if you have any questions.
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To preface this: Wynonna is meant to be inviting you, but while I trust Wynonna with my life I donβt trust her to remember to invite people to things in a timely manner, and youβre one of her special guests. If she does invite you, please just pretend to be surprised.
Weβre throwing a surprise birthday party for Waverly, and weβre hoping you're available. Attached is your official invite with all the details. Let me know if you have any questions.
invite.jpg
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