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She was sure she looked like a sight —
covered in grime, and dried-black blood crusted into her fingernails.
The rest had been taken care of directly after their little battle,
but there was always a few spots that Sango seemed to forget
about for some reason, and her nails was always one of them.
Picking at the flakes beginning to come off, she sighed slightly,
ignoring the heaviness of her limbs.
Showing weakness was never something she did willingly -
even within the company of friends and comrades.
It was practically drilled into her brain at the start of a young age,
the women of her village perfect picture examples of what a
strong soul should look like; and she had always admired them.
Admired their stature and composure, and ability to look
past any pain and just focus…
Sango had been focusing for a decent amount of time, though,
and as she helped pick up the items that were needed to have a
complete and satisfactory spa treatment, she decided that it would
be alright to let her guard down for just a little bit.
She could put her focus elsewhere —
and that focus consisted of hot water to soothe the aches in her muscles
and clean away the dirt and sweat caked on her body.
Plus, she was sure she smell a little foul.
( all in a days work when one is fighting demons, among other things. )
”I’m almost positive the hot spring was just up this way, Kagome!
We should probably go now before the boys realize we left —”
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There was something about the light that lit up peoples’ eyes when he did his tricks –
it gave him the same rush it had given him on the streets of his hometown, pulling
off his first card trick for a group of tourists who tipped him ten dollars for something
that he had been attempting to master for months.
It had only been ten dollars, but it was the kick start to his addiction to magic.
It was only years later that he discovered how to make
a living off of it – and to use it to his advantage.
The lights in their eyes were always refreshing, but they
didn’t always pay the bills, and some people were just
sticklers with their cash. So Jack had to get creative with
his tricks —— and perhaps he went above and beyond
in the creative department; but he was living his life well.
( and that’s all that really mattered in the end, really )
“Hey!”
Grin spreading across his face as he caught the attention
of the small crowd passing by, looks of question on their faces
before the jump back in shock at the cards he was whipping
out of no where, the expected gasps of awe following just
seconds after as he captured their attention.
“You wanna see a magic trick?”
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The smile that begins to spread across her lips could be considered — deadly.
Or, some would say, not to be messed with. It was a smile that
wasn’t truly a smile. There was no emotion of happiness beginning
to spread through her — the closest thing to that she would be feeling
would be satisfaction; but even that was not yet achievable.
Business was business, and the stranger was making things
unbearably and ridiculously difficult —— she hadn’t had someone
of this specific sort in a long while, and that person hadn’t lasted very
long regardless. God bless his conniving and greedy soul, though.
There was only one soul within the room right now that was
allowed to be such a monster — and it was certainly not this man’s.
No, this smile was one of restrained aggression — but she
could feel that control beginning to slowly slip away the more
the other refused to give her what she wanted.
Humming lightly, she took an elegant step around the chair
he was tied to, dragging the gun along his face, letting the
cool metal of it leave promises as it passed —— before letting
it settle against a temple, watching as sweat began to bead aroudn it.
He did his best to remain calm, but Bela could see the twitches in his
face. He was a fool just like the rest of them; and she’d get
what she came here for, even if it meant taking a life while there.
( it wasn’t as if she’d never pulled the trigger before )
“Oh, Mr. Khabensky—— You’re making things so difficult for me, dear.”
“Why don’t you make things a little easier for your sake —
and just tell me where it is.
Things won’t have to end up so messy if you just play along.”
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God, these people were idiots.
Actually, scratch that — idiots felt like a compliment at this point.
She wasn’t a big fan of compliments, especially not with
this certain group of douchebags who felt the need to take
charge in a situation where they’d literally be skewered and used
as a pretty little table top decoration if a Witch got their hands
on them —— of course, they seemed to think otherwise.
They always thought otherwise, didn’t they?
( Men )
Patience wearing thin, a heavy breath slip through her lips,
and Gretel’s eyes finally roll as she reaches back to
bring the heavy bow out from behind her back, head
cocked to the side as she aims the tip of the arrowhead
directly on the main douchebags forehead, letting the
metal dig in a little — pierce the skin — until a small bead
of crimson blood began to paint the tip of her weapon.
”Lemme make something real clear to you——”
“Get in my way, and I’ll not only shoot this arrow
straight through your thick fucking skull, but I’ll
aim another so far into your ass you’ll never be able
to walk straight for the rest of your god damn miserable excuse of a life—
If you even get that.”
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Green eyes couldn’t help but raise in question at the other,
brows following in suit when they took the empty seat
that was right across from her — as if it was completely normal.
When, in fact, it was the exact opposite of normal,
and Lily felt an expression - made specifically for this person -
begin to creep upon her face despite the overwhelming
urge to hide it away and remain stoic within the company of a certain James Potter.
He was an absolute menace. A prat.
Her guard was up without much question —
because why would he ever decide to join
her in the library of all places.
Despite his annoying tendencies and lack
of ability to take things seriously — she was
aware of the brain that he did happen to have.
It was just always a rare occasion when he chose to actually use it.
Which — at the moment — didn’t make much sense.
“————— Potter.”
”What on earth are you doing?”
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so it had been a few months or so of not seeing each other ( sleeping with each other… same thing! ) – the influx of weddings had apparently completely died off the moment the weather went below sixty degrees; and to say that he was going through a withdrawal was an understatement. they hadn’t really been on that many dates that one would assume he’d have an issue with not being able to at least be around Allison once a month for a couple days or so —— but he did, and so did his body, and the minute her name appeared on his cellphone with a text there had been nothing but happiness that had begun to soar through him——————
and then it plummeted at the image that he was met with.
no.
no.
she couldn’t do this to him – not this.
not when he can’t be there –
to physically touch her.
( could this be considered some sort of mistreatment? )
[ sent to: allison a. ]
- stiles: if you were looking to further my sexual frustration to a point of literal disability - where i’ll probably never be able to have a significant or pleasing orgasm unless it’s with you.
- stiles: then congratulations.
- stiles: you win.
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there were certain leagues that people like him were in when it came to attractiveness ——
and his league was nowhere near comparable to the league that Caroline Forbes stood in. in fact, his was probably at the far end of the scale, barely tipping past noticeable – but the text was still on his cellphone screen, and the picture was still locked in his field of vision, and Stiles wasn’t sure he remembered how to turn off a cellphone anymore or exit out of the screen he was in now. all he knew was that this text had been sent to him… well, probably not, actually – but it was still a text from Caroline Forbes and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it; especially because she was naked in the picture. and especially because he never thought she’d actually even saved his number.
( do something, idiot, say something! don’t be the douche who doesn’t address the situation – this was one that probably wouldn’t be okay to just casually avoid )
[ sent to: caroline forbes ]
- stiles: wrong number?
- stiles: don’t worry.
- stiles: i already forgot all about it.