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“ i’m sorry, but no. ” from blaine.

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“     wasn’t askin’ for your  permission,  dumbass.     ”

she’ll wait where she waits,  which just so happens to be in his office,  lounged back in the chair with both feet kicked up on the desk and crossed at the ankles.    pellets of muck and dirt    (    and whatever else she’s been treading through this morning    )    fall from the worn soles of her boots.    right on top of the legal papers,  the certificates,  this and that.

phone in hand,  she lifts it up and hits record,  putting deaux in front of the camera while she snickers behind it.

“     my name’s  john deaux  and i run a funeral home ‘cause it’s the only place i fit in,  huuuuhhhh !     ”

meme.

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“ you can trust me. ” from ravi.

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she can’t.    she  can’t  trust him and doesn’t know how to explain that it’s not faith in  him  she’s lacking.

she feels it the most  ––  that barren hole in her chest,  the emptiness where the capacity to  trust someone  used to be  ––  on days like today,  when someone who’s shown her nothing but kindness sits down with her and asks her to open up.    

he isn’t one of seattle’s many predators;  he’s the nicest man she’s ever known but she still sits a cushion away from him on that hideous green couch in his office because her skin is crawling,  too tight to contain the flood of  panicked  tension wracking her body.

the first thing she asks herself :  is this real ?    sometimes it feels like it is until she sees a man in a suit and striped tie with bullet holes in his chest and a knife in his hand,  blood on his shirt,  bright red,  like it just spilled from her open throat.    sometimes it feels like it is until she comes face to face with the man who thought a fifteen year old girl needed to be  broke like the rest,  like the little girls he sells.

the second thing :  when will i stop being forced to relive the trauma ?    can’t even rest for fifteen minutes without taking a trip down  memory fucking lane  and waking up in a fright,  clothes sticking from the cold sweat. 

(     it’s not supposed to  hurt  if you’re not afraid.     )

“     yeah.    …  but stay outta my  business,  yo.    ain’t the kinda story you wanna hear,  anyways.     ”

meme.

originalgrilla    *  bugs.

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    hell  yeah  she is    —    but you gotta take care of her,   you know,   keep her fed,   make sure she gets to stretch those legs.    think you can handle that kinda responsibility ?          it’s teasing,   almost,   because he wouldn’t have offered to foster the dog to begin with if he didn’t  know  bullet was up to the task.    he moves to lean again,   forearm braced on top of the open door.    can’t help but smile.       ‘     she’s housebroken,   got her shots,   blah,   blah.    everything else is on  you,   li’l man.    

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caught somewhere between  half - listening  and giving the dog the  undivided attention  it deserves,  bullet glances over her shoulder,  peering at him from the rear passenger seat.    it’s the first time in weeks that she had felt genuine happiness.    the first time in  months  that it hadn’t been fleeting,  unfamiliar.     “     p’ft.    kinda like i gotta keep my eye on you ?    make sure you eat,  get’cha exercise ?    i’ll take care of her,  yo.    you got my word.    where’d you get her from,  anyway ?    don’t look like no pound pup.     ”

freeguilt    *  poochie.

    ‘course he bailed,   yo,   he’s so tweaked he don’t know his ass from his elbows.    ain’t no motherfucker in the jungle dumb enough to wear a wire,   not even dougie.    

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poochie,   like bullet,   might be a lot of things   —   gullible  isn’t one of them.    you have to learn that,   how to sift through gossip,   separate truth from rumor.    that’s why he’s looking at her with more  wariness  than skepticism,   because she’s not the type to just spin stories for the hell of it.    she’s always been straight with him.

    yeah   —   whatever,   i promise.    yo,   c’mon,  what’s the deal with this guy ?    

“     you don’t know that.     people like  logic’ll  do anything t’ keep the cashflow rollin’ in  ––  but i guess it don’t matter who’s  wired  ‘n who  ain’t  if the pigs are makin’ CIs outta dealers.    never know who could be on the payroll.     ”

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trust  is harder than ever to come by with bullet than it was before,  which says a lot about a girl who snubbed the hell out of anyone who even  looked  suspicious.    she chews the skin on the inside of her lip,  then relights her cigarette.

“    …  when i was at shady plots,  deaux kept trying to get me to leave.    said that  his  business is  your  business ‘n your business ain’t none of  mine,  all kinds of bullshit like that.    whatever,  yo,  that ain’t what bothered me.    his eyes   –––   his eyes did this  thing.    i dunno how t’ explain it.    they went  red.    i’m talkin’  twenty - eight days later,  like them zombies ?    freaked me the fuck out.     ”

freeguilt    *  ravi.

more than just a beatdown,   as it turned out.    major is one of those people who proves,   over and over again,   that having the absolute  best  of intentions can still turn out catastrophically wrong.    ravi could recount everything he knows about the past year’s events in detail :  could,   but doesn’t,   because it doesn’t bode well for this  positive outlook  he’s been trying to maintain.

something to be said for the fact that they’re still standing in spite of it all,   though.

    major poots ?    god,   and here i thought it couldn’t get worse than  lilywhite.    clearly,   i was mistaken.    

he’s about to ask if that’s the same girl from  28 weeks later   (   zombies,   how ironic   )   but her remark momentarily leaves him too scandalized to continue.

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    nasty wet leaves in   —  …  i’ll have you know,   that’s a vital part of my noble heritage that you’ve just insulted.    shame on you.    i  was  going to offer you some hot chocolate,   if you’re interested.     ’

bullet can relate.    it happens to everyone.    more so those who put  everyone else  before themselves.    

protecting the ones you  love  comes at a price that some people are more willing to pay than others.    (    she doesn’t claim to always be selfless.    didn’t think anyone could until she was  properly  introduced  ––  meaning,  outside of the hospital  ––  to ravi and got to  know  him better.    figures he keeps good company,  so the mysterious major earns only a small token of her respect,  just by association.    )

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“     major  lilywhite ?    holy  shit.     ”     there’s the snort of laughter.    she didn’t even try to hide it.     “     i’d be pissed if my ‘rents gave me a stupid ass name like major to begin with,  but pairin’ it up with  lilywhite ?    nah.     ”

begins toying with the necklace around her neck,  sliding the silver bullet pendant back and forth across its chain to give her hands  something  to do.    his expression has her alight with amusement and when she looks at him,  it’s with a little shit - eating grin.

“     yeah,  just  wait  ‘till you hear what i have to say about fish ‘n chips.    hot chocolate’s fine.    it’s cold as  balls  in here,  yo    ––––    think my ass just froze to the seat.     ”

ghostling:

Four Word . Prompts

“ please, come with me. ”
“ you’re always number one. ”
“ i can’t do this. ”
“ i won’t let you. ”
“ maybe i’m just crazy. ”
“ i’m not even sorry. ”
“ honestly, just stop it. ”
“ i believe in you. ”
“ don’t be an ass. ”
“ who were you with? ”
“ please talk to me. ”
“ i can’t trust you. ”
“ i need you, though. ”
“ don’t be fucking rude. ”
“ is that my shirt? ”
“ so, it was you. ”
“ i need to go. ”
“ just stay with me. ”
“ you can trust me. ”
“ alright, i love you. ”
“ i’m sorry, but no. ”
“ will you help me? ”
“ you’re a terrible cook. ”
“ can you shut up!? ”
“ you love me, right? ”
“ i really need you. ”
“ i don’t love you. ”
“ i’m not doing this. ”
“ i really need you. ”
“ you don’t want me. ”
“ let me help you. ”
“ you’re such a bitch. ”
“ i can’t do this. ”
“ you think you’re funny? ”
“ hey, i said stop! ”
“ will you marry me? ”
“ wanna go out sometime? ”
“ i don’t want this. ”
“ you always this quiet? ”
“ are you fucking insane!? ”
“ i don’t want you. ”
“ i’m not wearing that. ”
“ sorry, were you sleeping? ”
“ this was never right. ”
“ you look really tired. ”
“ i’m out of here. ”
“ you need to go. ”