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@casedclose   you  should  be  used  to  it  by  now.

/   i  repent

@vigilantactics  / you cant demand shit you just told me to fuck off

/   i  demand  a  spam  on  every  one  of  my  men  rn

@asdualitas    ☥      [  she  glanced  to  the  bouquet,  then  back  to  him.  confusion  seems  to  find  its  way  to  her  features  rather  easily  these  days,  mostly  since  she  started  meeting  harvey  dent  in  a  more…  intimate  way.  ]   this  feels  like  an  apology  flowers.  what  did  you  do?

breathe,  mi  vida,  it’s  okay.   [  soothingly placing a hand on her lower back,  he rubs his eyes with the other  ]   i’m  here.  

@casedclose    fuck.. sorry…  bad  dream… [  her  chest  continued  to  heave,  pacing  her  breathing  steady  the  best  she  could.]   it’s  fine…  i’m  fine.   pleasd,  go  back  to  bed.  

⠀ i  am  confident  that  you're  the  mest reactionary  person  i  know.

@TWOTIMINGS    hm.   thanks  for  your  confidence.

⠀ i  suppose  both.

/   give  me  a  day  to  stare  at  this  masterpiece  

/  me rewriting the ending because it sounded like something she would NOT say dndjksks

[ perhaps  it  worked  once…  never  again  ]    this  photograph  was  taken  weeks  prior  to  sebastian  montogomery’s  trial.  [  the  photograph  in  question:  a  mob  surrounding  a  police  car…  the  sight  was  sickening.  ]   the  montgomery’s  are  a  close  associate  to  the  falcone’s  until  carmine  died.  september  14,  oliver  montgomery  was  being  transported  to  blackgate.   [  she  opened  a  file  and  turned  it  across  him  ;   lab  results.  ]  and  then  twenty  four  hours  later,  a  laceration  to  the  throat  and  a  white  rose  at  his  grip.   new  year,   [  she  opened  another  file,  a  lot  more  aggressive  than  the  last  ]  kacey  santos,  laceration  on  the  throat,  white  rose.  [  and  another  — ]  january  23rd,  elias  keene.  sandra  lancaster.  peter  douglas.  anyone  who  has  concrete  evidence  against  the  falcones— DEAD,  BECAUSE  YOU  CHOSE  TO  FOLLOW  /HIS/  ORDERS.   [  and  another…  and  another… and  another.  her  chest  felt  heavy,  her  emotions  rummaging  through  every  corners  of  her  retraint  just  to  set  itself  free.  her  eyes  red  enough  that  she  failed  to  realize  tears  have  fallen.  yet  it  was  not  out  of  remorse,  she  was  simply  anguished…  she  breathed  heavily,  taking  a  step  back  as  she  looked  down  to  the  folder  to  closing  it  back.  the  evidence  in  it  were  remains  of  a  child…  she  held  a  grip  in  order  to  not  falter  ]   and  you  have  the  audacity  to  ask  where  she  is?    [  a  beat,  perhaps  two.  her  head  down  as  she  refused  to  look  at  him  again  ]   i  have  no  illusions,  but  you  do.  so  tell  me  the  truth,  harvey.  why  did  you  do  it?  [2/2]

rich  people  typically  judge  on  appearance,   don’t  they?   not  to  mention  vicki  vale  &  her  reports  —-   [  a  sigh,   smile  slightly  pulling  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.  it  makes  her  look  meek.  ]   thank  you,   for  the  dress  &  /everything/.   

☥   @huntrprowl⠀゛[  her  brows  furrowed  ]  why  would  you  say  that?  tommy’s  done  more  stupid  things  than  any  of  us  combined…  [  she  pats  her  shoulders  ]  you  look  amazing.   tommy  would  embarass  himself  tripping  because  he  wouldn’t  stop  looking  at  you—  trust  me.

oh.  okay.  so,   i  guess  i  just  nod  along  then?    [  awkwardly,   colby  turns  around  to  see  clarice  with   uncertainty,   unsure  about  almost  everything,  ]    does  it  look  alright?   i  don’t  want  to  embarrass  tommy.