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Aug 10 2012

==> Scofflaw: Dream

spyingshadows:

You couldn’t make out his words, really. You could just about make out a cadence, anger or sadness or maybe both, you didn’t care. Mostly every syllable was just a throb of blinding agony inside your skull. The light hurt, your body hurt, your halved eyeball fucking hurt. Your world had become a last sip of liquor swirling around the bottle, everything rushing and draining away from you, the world brown and red and liquid and pain.

You had to fight your own brain, make it force your arms up to grip at Scofflaw’s coat. Except, only one hand made it there. Again, with stabs of fresh, searing despair, you remembered that there is only one.

You tried to scream at him. You tried to talk to him, even. You’d lost track of everything in your state but you did remember that Innovator did this, that your life was no longer an option. You knew that people who went into the river didn’t come out alive. You’d seen enough corpses fished out, investigated enough of their cases to know they usually lead back to Scofflaw. And now here you were. You were half dead already and you had no idea why he was gripping you like that but you didn’t want to die now, and you tried to tell him as much.

All you actually did was make a few gargled sobs. You couldn’t work your tongue around actual words.

You shut your eyes eye and tried to picture the sickened, miserable look on Deadeye’s face when he would inevitably find you on the shore, surrounded by police tape and all the people he hated. And then your brain gave in, mercifully, temporarily. It didn’t want to know when you hit the water. It didn’t want to feel the pain of drowning, your lungs filling with water, collapsing, stopping your heart.

It let you slip away, and you went limp on the dock right then, Scofflaw’s voice fizzling out to nothing at all.

There is no way in any universe you’re leaving him here. There’s no way you can let him die, drop him into the river, watch him slip under the black water and disappear from your life. You don’t want him gone. You’ll pay the price. You’ll pay whatever Innovator throws at you, lose your own eye and arm. 

For once in your life, you’re feeling you’ve found something that’s worth it, but you can’t quite grasp why. You have no idea how Scout has wormed his way into becoming important, but he is. And halfway between the feeling of bile rising in your throat and your brain dropping out of your head, you lift him up in your arms and he weighs less than ever.

It’s that fact that keeps your legs moving, away from the chill of the dock, away from certain death of the one person who doesn’t bend over for you. The person who reminds you that you are alive and this is not all a perfect dream where everyone does what you say.

There is nowhere you can take him. There is only an alleyway, a dark slash between two buildings. You pick a nice alley at least, right? Something respectable. Sort of. Between restaurants. He’ll be found in no time.

Tying his own belt around his arm, you try to stop the bleeding. Your coat is thrown over his body, tucked in, praying he doesn’t freeze. Hand covering his eye, you want to help. You can heal yourself. Your body puts itself back together. The shadows swirl around on your fingers, but then blaze purple, and your hand flies away from his skin like a whip.

All you could’ve done was burn. He’s dying and you can’t even help him.

Wiping blood from his cheeks, you choke up, and try to whisper how sorry you are. With a kiss to his forehead, you’re gone, as the sound of voices carries into the alley. 

(Source: peccantscofflaw)

Jul 31 2012
07:59 AM
01:42 AM

innovativescoundrel:

It usually is. Its why you don’t stay at your personal home much, which is what this place was. It looked barely lived in, aside from a random foot tall stack of papers here and there. 

You look up from your desk and move so you could greet him, leaning against the doorframe when you reached it. 

“Good evening.” 

"Could you be a little bit more like a mad supervillain with how clinical this place is? Save the dust." Swiping a finger over a coffee table, you smirk, arching one eyebrow. The pizza rests gingerly on your fingers as you tilt your head and get a good look at him, and you can’t help but chuckle. 
 ”Meat lovers with everything. Enjoy.”

12:29 AM

innovativescoundrel:

peccantscofflaw:

Can’t even look at ‘em, huh? Well. Duly noted.

 What kinda pizza, hmm? I’ll be over in five minutes.

No, you can- they’re just trained to attack idiots they don’t know that like to get in their faces. 
And whatever you pick will be more than fine, I’m sure.  

>You arrive at Innovator’s roughly twelve minutes later, weilding a large pizza box and a case of dark beer. You knock once, and when no one answers, you stroll inside, minding the dogs and tiptoeing. 

"Uuuh…Hello?"

>It’s awkwardly quiet. 

12:17 AM

innovativescoundrel:

peccantscofflaw:

innovativescoundrel:

Sounds fantastic. 

Mind the dogs on your way in please, they’ve taken to sleeping on the doormat.  

…They gonna bite me?
Dogs’n’pizza an’ shit. 

If you step on them blindly, yes they will bite. 
Other than that, tread lightly and don’t look them in the eye.  

Can’t even look at ‘em, huh? Well. Duly noted.
 What kinda pizza, hmm? I’ll be over in five minutes.

12:14 AM

innovativescoundrel:

peccantscofflaw replied to your post: peccantscofflaw replied to your post:…

Yeah well fine, how’sa bout I bring over a few beers and a pizza then?

Sounds fantastic. 
Mind the dogs on your way in please, they’ve taken to sleeping on the doormat.  

…They gonna bite me?
Dogs’n’pizza an’ shit. 

Jul 30 2012
call-1-800-hot-sleuth:

cuestickdiamonds:

bleedingknight:

stuffedcrab:

candyterezi:

[( Intelligence, Popularity, Love … hmm I suppose)]

LOVE, RUN, POPULAR.
…
RIGHT.

LOVE, INTELLIGENCE, EXPERIENCE.
HMMM.

Money, Happiness, Freedom.

Love, Success, Popularity.
Pretty much.

Popular, Freedom, Fun.Accurate. 

call-1-800-hot-sleuth:

cuestickdiamonds:

bleedingknight:

stuffedcrab:

candyterezi:

[( Intelligence, Popularity, Love … hmm I suppose)]

LOVE, RUN, POPULAR.

RIGHT.

LOVE, INTELLIGENCE, EXPERIENCE.

HMMM.

Money, Happiness, Freedom.

Love, Success, Popularity.

Pretty much.

Popular, Freedom, Fun.
Accurate. 

(Source: mehmaids)

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