testedsoul

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            em  …  [he tried a sigh,  it came out as a cough rather.  afterwards,  he put his bruised hand over hers.]  i know you signed up for this,  but i hate the idea of you doing it all on your own.  sure,  i might be trying to stop you,  but even i won’t turn down being an assist.  and fine,  don’t relax,  but definitely don’t / worry / about me.  [he gently moves her hands aside as he stands his full height,]  i’m always gonna be fine,  some way or another.  what’s a little pain to a punching bag like me? 

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            ╱     got  a  big  long  whoopsies
            
            ... RELAX? don't tell me to relax about something like this!!
            
            ( she resisted the urge to yell, yet the way her voice raised in pitch seemed highly unlikely ... the way her hands gently cradled and examined for every injury though was a stark contrast. )
            
            yeah it's dangerous, because that's the job i signed up for. / i / know what i'm doing here—- what i don't need is you stepping in and getting unreasonably hurt!
            
            ( the words came off rather harsh, and it was obvious emily didn't mean to sound that way with how she quickly winced right after hearing herself. ) i just.. i can't bare the idea of you risking your life for me. not like this.

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            / relax /.  [the grunt comes passed his split lip,  swollen eye squinting up at her as he tries standing.]  i’m okay—i always am. and i was trying to / stop / you.  like you said—it’s DANGEROUS.  

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            extremely necessary!  [called vince on his way towards the garage.  there,  he found the kit in the middle of a tire on the ground (how’d that get there?)]  yadda,  yadda,  you’re never bothering me.  i could barely sleep last night anyway.  now gimme that arm.  

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            　A KIT? (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) seriously, vince, bringing out your first aid is a little extreme don't you think..!
            
            ( emily huffed out in disbelief, attempting to argue her case while trailing after him quickly. eventually she stopped dead in her tracks, looking away in a mix of guilt and embarrassment. )
            
            ... i had it handled—- i can take care of myself. plus i didn't want to bug you this early either.

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            will you just sit?  dammit—  hang on,  i’ve gotta get the kit from the garage.  emily,  why didn’t you call me or somethin’? 

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            ah,  so another tuesday?  [he’s smiling tightly—then slams the knife down the middle of the sandwich he’d been preparing,  smile immediately gone.]  you better be careful.  if you or the target gets assassinated,  i’m gonna be so pissed.  but …  don’t forget to have fun while you’re at it. 

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            　( at first emily wasn't sure to take his words as a compliment or not, but eventually smiled in relief. ) tell me about it—- i / feel / different.
            
            ( however, his concerns was something that caused her expression to falter for just a brief moment before deflecting away from it. ) whaaaat, no! gosh, this isn't some sort of action movie.
            
            ... just yknow, the typical fancy gala assassination attempt on a target i got hired to protect. the usual.

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            no!  no,  i just  …  didn’t recognize you.  you look great.  the jewelry and stuff really changes you,  y’know?  uh—  also,  this isn’t some job for the mafia or some crooks like that is it? 
            
            /  i think you’re spoiling meeee  (:<

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            　what?—- no, i'm not trying to get myself killed!!! •ˋ◠ˊ• ( the accusation caused her to deeply frown at him, brows furrowing together. eventually, she just let out a huff of exhaustion and shook her head. ) 
            
            yeah, no kidding ... but i'm being serious, you need to get out of here. i can't explain it right now but it's not safe—-

@fallenanqelics ,
            
            been there,  done that.  / relax /.  bigger,  better questions:  are YOU trying to get yourself killed?  c’mon,  em—  after all this time,  this is not how i wanted to reconnect. 

[ A quiet chuckle escapes his chest, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he maneuvers through traffic. His dark eyes stay fixed on the road ahead, a dry, faint smirk lingering at the corner of his lips. ] " Chain you down ? Don't give yourself that much credit. You're far more useful as target practice than a prisoner — so keep your eyes open and make sure your aim is sharp when we get there. "

@bloodshed ,
            
            yeah,  right.  [a small smirk of his own,  he keeps his gaze ahead and out his own window.  anticipation is building.  but he tries to relax,  instead focusing on the rising banter.]  you’d much rather chain me down than send me off to your rivals.  

[ A faint, amused smirk twitches at the corner of his lips as he shifts the gear into drive, his dark eyes casually checking the side mirror. He tilts his head slightly, letting out a short breath before stepping on the gas. ] " Keep ordering me around and I might just drop you off in the middle of their crossfire. Daylight's the least of your worries if you keep nagging. "

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            ╱     WAHHH  ikr  JKJK  ILY  AND  I  MISSED  U  <3333

@fallenanqelics ,
            /  IMSORRYBBYILUVNOPRESSURE  <33  anyways,  LOVELY to see you here again and bless us with emily’s presence  :D  

╱     i  swear  i'm  gonna  stay  active  this  time....

@dreamrboy ,
            
            nothing.  [a hiss,  he lifts the rag from his profusely bleeding side,  his bare torso battered and scarred from his recent run-in.]  / shit /,  that smarts…

(  hesitantly, he clicks the light off. then, he whispers, )  the /fuck/ happened to you??

@dreamrboy ,
            
            okay—no shouting,  please?  and turn off that light.  

@lacrymosas ,
            
            always.  i’ll send you a fruit basket,  all the bells and whistles.  (…)  don’t worry about me,  alright?  and / you /,  learn to relax.  get some rest every now and then,  a nap even. 

eventually.  [ repeated as if to confirm and to reassure herself,  but it does little in both respects. ]   remember to call when you can—  if you can.  maybe a post card every now and then.

@lacrymosas ,
            
            oh,  c’mon.  [he’s grinning,  but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.]  you know i always come back.  [quieter,]  eventually.  

/ CRYING its ok i do that shit so often fr
            
            of course i have materials; those of which you may earn by telling me why you need them. 

/  wow he so did not answer that question at all i’m so sorry  !!;&:!:?  “yeah,  fabric’s fine”  he would say smh 

@feathrflaunt ,
            
            neither did i.  [he takes the ice pack,  nods in thanks,  presses it to his left eye.]  anyways,  it’s not for what you’re thinkin’.  it’s  …  actually,  not important.  anyway—  yes,  no?  maybe so?  

@labirthright- ,
            
            vincent,  a master at all things boats,  smoothly maneuvered them across the lake.  the water wasn’t as choppy with no storms promised.  he steered with practiced hands and kept checking over at fu every so often to make sure he hadn’t flown off.
            
            it was nearly fifteen minutes later before they reached the bay and surf.  vincent killed the motor at his private spot.  “alright,  up.”  he stood,  hopping off the boat and taking his belongings—personal and newly stolen—with him.  

distantly in his mind there was a spark of joy that the man had returned.  their promise hadn't been broken!  he'd be happy about that later  ..  once they were absolutely certain this was real.
            
            for now  ,  he was a bit dazed.  he didn't bother moving from where he had laid down on the boat  ,  eyes fluttering at the return of light.
            
            the smallest hum of acknowledgement was given.  a simple sign that he was present  ,  but not fully there. 

@labirthright- ,
            
            it was a quick in and out,  as promised. five minutes exact,  and he was walking back out with a trash bag full of meticulous contents.  nobody was in—the boathouse.  outside,  further up the dirt road,  the gang of armed men and hunters were just boarding their jeep.  
            
            “hey,  kid.  let there be light.”  he grabbed the tarp off of his head and pushed it back into the corner.  “let’s get this show on the road  …  or this boat on the water.”  vincent tossed the trash bag on the boat and then manned the steering stick at the propeller.  they were cruising off as quietly as the newly modified engine allowed. 
            
            “you alright there?”