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"I've always thought red was my color. Looks good with my skin tone and hair color." She's blonde by birth but don't let her fool you, some of that is bottle poured and spread. The space around her turns her green with envy. No, that isn't right. It's not the space but the feeling it gives her. The feeling of inferiority. She liked Andrei, but she's never been able to get along with the tenth commandment. Laurel has a taste for [ blood & fine wine. ] "It went exactly like you wanted. I'll be needing knee surgery before I'm fifty, though. Do we have a health plan? " A silly question, but as her head falls back as he towers her, she smiles anyway. "You can always count on me."

He'd been in the compound, hand going over his beard as he looked over the papers spread out upon the desk. Of course he had heard footsteps approaching, men moving to let her in before she is standing in the doorway to the rather open room where most men trained. Head lifts, looking over to her as she seemed rather clean yet messy all at the same time. Brow arches as hand falls, head canting to the right. A chuckle leaves him as head shakes, so she had heard. "And I had money on you." He starts to move from what was his staging table in a sense. "I know how you are, how good you are, there was no doubt in my mind you'd succeed." The Romanian adds as he now stands in front of her. "So, how'd it go?"

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“I don’t like this place. Nothing grows in the right direction.”

True Detective (2014) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

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as long as she doesn't bite, while they're beside one another on the couch, he'll shift her to guide her legs over his lap and rest his hands on them thank you.

She thinks he's up to something. He is trusted with her life - has held her breath between flesh and metal wrapped around her neck. But with the little things, he is a bastard, a devilish fiend to accompany her wickedness. Still, she knows his desire to touch and feel and so Laurel grins softly and leans back into the couch's worn cushions. She hopes he continues with a massage, soon.

"What are you thinking about?"

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lost within the realms of sanity

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stretches across her lap even though he's a longass man that has no right to be considering himself a lapdog. use his back as a table though while he's shopping for tools on his phone. 💋

she's on the couch with a remote in one hand and her cell phone in the other. eyes judge what's on the cell's screen while ears judge the television and laurel's already annoyed with both. and he's heavy. the tv shuts off and she uses the remote to slap his ass, tossing it onto the floor after. " are you looking for a couple of knee caps to buy, by chance? a skinny white boy just broke both of mine. "

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Her head tilts toward him, a broad smile on pink painted lips, and as others watch, she agrees. The parading of the bride and groom must end at some point. Laurel lightly touches his shoulder. "I will be just a moment." She remembers a statement said to her earlier in the day. There's never been a divorce in this vault! It was said with too cheery a grin, one belonging to a figure who let power go to her head (as Laurel believes.)

Soon to be herded into their assigned pen, Laurel feels a bit like prized cattle. She'd been carted around, much like she assumes he was, dolled up, dressed up, blood drawn. At least when they go home, they can stop pretending. She steps away to a member of the council and lets them know they are leaving, as they had requested she do, and then she returns to show him the way.

"Right this way. I saw it earlier. Pretty comfortable, I guess." A friend had told her earlier to try. "If anything, maybe you'll be fast friends." Laurel's heels are uncomfortable, and all she can think about is how the bedroom, living room and kitchen have no walls between them.

The light turns green and the metal door slides open, welcoming them with a rug that says home, sweet home. Laurel thinks about ripping the band-aid or if she should let it linger. She's not a shy woman but if they start out poorly... they're already on the wrong tracks. Shoes are kicked off at the door and a vault suit and tank top are pulled from a drawer.

"I'm just going to.. go ahead and say, sorry. I didn't volunteer for this. More like.. got volun-told since I'm the oldest, single woman here. I also pissed off the overseer butthat'sastoryforlater.. " Words quickly fly out of her mouth as she tries to reach the zipper on the back of the dress.

It's just out of reach. Laurel is both embarrassed and despondent. "Can you - sorry, again. You don't seem to be happy and I am not helping."

[ 𝕎 ] —- - A grimace crossed Abbott’s face at the mention of offspring. Less so because of the children, and more-so out of disdain for the Overseer; his new Overseer, now. He’d almost forgotten about the change in leadership, until she’d brought it up. Not that it made much of a difference; after all, they lived in twin vaults for a reason.

Before he said something he would regret, Laurel had spoken again, reassuring him that she’d already taken care of things (for now.)

It hadn’t stopped his blood from boiling, nonetheless. He made it a point not to look at the Overseer throughout the ceremony.

When he uttered the words ` I do, ˊ Abbott could feel an uncomfortable weight being exerted on his entire body; another complicated experience he’d have to examine later, in solitude.

The rest of the ` celebration ˊ passed by in a swift blur. He hardly registered anything that occurred, until Laurel approached him again, speaking in a rushed tone. It took a little bit for his brain to catch up, submerged in a thick fog of emotions.

His jaw set as he considered Laurel’s unspoken question. Do they let the rest of the event play out, or do they make their swift exit now?

Both options had their flaws, but at this point, Abbott was sick of looking at these people & forcing a fake smile during every single interaction.

He leaned in, whispering softly enough for only the two of them to hear.

〝If you want to dance, we can dance, but between you and me, I’m ready to crawl into bed and turn the lights off.〞

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" you like my hand on your ass too much. that's so embarrassing for you. " even if they're in public, her right hand slides into his left back pocket.

"— wretch," because now she has him thinking about that, too. but? he counters, "your eyes and hands are what belong there."

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@b4didea said: “ I’m… I’m too tired, I can’t – I can’t think.. ” ( ali )

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. I got you; it's okay." Laurel wraps her arms around Ali's shoulders and tugs her closer. She hopes (and prays, not that anyone is listening) that their both close enough to the burning car that it provides warmth while being just far enough that if the gas tank explodes, they can be shielded by the heavy coat. The deputy was lucky she was wearing her work gear when they crashed. She wraps it around Ali and tries not to look at the woman's twisted leg. "It's going to be fine. Ambulance is on the way."

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" i was raised by a bastard, baby, and had no idea. " her hands clamor for his belt, tugging the leather until the prong of the buckle clicks loose. she's already completely naked, having waited for him with two cold beers. [ beer bottles. both cold, one empty. of course, that is the one she points to for him. the other, she was actively drinking. ] " 'been in the market for a new daddy. " @kurjaks

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eyes shut, head leans back, not deep in thought, but just at rest. smelling, feeling, whispering. a quiet moment. " yes, sweet. like cherry pie. " her hand falls from the back of his neck, fingers find his at her hip.

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"no," he says, simply, because he's not sweet and he never has been and it's entirely denial, although that mindset's at odds with the way he noses at her lazily. he wants to doze, but it's nice to hold her by the hips and stand here drowsily, he thinks.

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presses up behind her for nuzzles at the back of her neck. 😔 laurel are you vaxxed for rabies i hope so 💋

eyes fall, heavy lids and cute smile attached, she reaches behind to grasp his neck. " you're being sweet.. " she's not vaxxed for rabies. she should be.

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" a lot of people ... probably looking at your ass. " it is too many people; she agrees.

open.

"there are... far more faces there." he appears to be highly disturbed.

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her skin looks fresh as day, clean and somewhat cruel in its sharpness, but her shirt is covered in blood. safe to say it isn't her own. it is a dry mess at present time; she dared not see the boss when it was dripping.

" I heard about a bet you had with the boys, boss. don't you know i always come through? " the southern twang in her speech is still present, if small. laurel's success has her climbing ladders. but she's still loyal to the ring. " for you, anything. " @razorfst

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They would both learn of each other's past lovers soon enough. He, a man left behind, and her, a few. Laurel had an independent soul... and she had damned herself and Abbot to a life of unhappiness, it seemed. It was what she believed: that this is her fault. The arm offered is taken with slight hesitation.

"The overseer is already excited about children." Laurel whispers their first secret into existence. The figurehead of the vault had said so in private to the bride. Wishful thinking; the woman in white grit her teeth through it. "I'm sorry, at least I could shut that down for the next while."

Blonde hair is pulled too tight for the occasion. She blinks and smiles and says 'I do' with a tightness in her chest and the reminder that this is for the good of the vault in the back of her throat.

The speech is nice. The cake was delicious. They're expected to dance. Her heeled foot shakes across from him.

"The music is lovely. The committee did a good job. It's all very.. pretty." Laurel's talking too quickly to be natural. Still nerves. "Maybe one or two songs and we can - " head tilts, curled ponytail swings. The residential sector is to their right.

Do they stay, dance, drink, and avoid the silence that will fall between them when they're alone? Or do they play the act a little longer to please the masses?

[ 𝕎 ] —- - Abbott’s lips pursed into a thin smile, barely covering up his amusement at her awkwardness. Though, it disappeared as swift as it had come, as he considered their next steps. It wasn’t long now, until the woman before him would be his ` wife. ˊ Everything still felt unreal; seeing her white dress, the looks on everyone’s faces.

He didn’t know what he imagined his wedding would look like, but he definitely hadn’t envisioned this. If anything, he thought he’d be married to a certain mechanic from vault 23, with raven black hair, 5 o’ clock shadow, and an affinity for liquor.

Abbott pushed those thoughts from his mind before they spiraled out of control. Like it or not, these were the cards he’d been dealt & he’d figure things out one way or another. There was time for grieving later. Right now, he had to focus on playing his part.

He pushed out his elbow, offering his arm to Laurel. He was thankful that at least she seemed as uncomfortable about all this as he was feeling.

〝Yeah, let’s.〞

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