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BROWS FURROW AT THE WAY THE MAN REJECTS A DRINK FOR HIMSELF , but he tries not to read too much into it . he just smiles at his introduction instead ; eyeing him up once more as he attempts to understand how anyone could spend so much on clothing . “ yeah , i bet ! ” he says with a LAUGH , trying not to feel too embarrassed by the old jumper he’s paired with some jeans . “ but you might want to be careful about wearing stuff like that in places like this . last time i was here , some idiot knocked his drink all over me . ” though there’s something about this guy’s manner which makes it seems that strangers wouldn’t DARE bother him at all .
he goes to laugh again , but the sound is STOLEN from his throat when he spies his wallet and its contents . he knows he shouldn’t , but he can’t help himself from noting the pocket he puts it back into , a part of him wondering if maybe he’ll find a way to get LUCKY later and swipe a few notes out of it . surely he wouldn’t even notice … ?
glancing back up to him , he offers yet another smile , turning away from him only briefly to thank the bartender for his drink before he focuses his attention SOLELY onto him . “ shit , is it that obvious that i’m a student ? ” he asks as his head shakes , a hand lifting to rub at his cheeks . “ i’m uh , studying astrophysics . but don’t let me get started with it or else i’ll never stop . what about you though ? you must work in one of the FANCY businesses in the main city , right ? a lawyer ? banker , maybe … ? ” both occupations muttered with WONDER as he glances over him again .
𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽’𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 , the way they followed the wallet back into his pocket - probably planning how he could get his hands on some of the contents . he couldn’t blame him after all , no doubt he was living off student finance , blowing it all on some crappy little student dig . && he doubted that 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝙺𝙴 paid him well , enough to keep him crawling back until he had the hook fully embedded into him && unable to flee from it all . ‘ 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 ~ ‘ he stated with a wink . laughing lightly at his own words before turning back to the man behind the bar . ‘ cup of tea , you didn’t ask me what i want so i’ll save you the 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 . ‘ the man stared at him , opening his mouth starting to state that they didn’t serve tea . though his demeanor changed in a split second , his eyes 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 , smile falling from his face . the mere glance had the man stepping back , knocking a bottle from the stack behind him that crashed to the floor . ‘ . . . i’m sure you can find some for me . pity about the whiskey , that looked expensive . ‘ his eyes lit back up the moment the man disappeared , turning to look at ben once again . ‘ your lanyard is hanging from your pocket , that’s how i knew . . . amongst other things ~ && believe me , i’m not worried about a bit of mess , i have many others . ‘
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lghtpulled / 𝙱𝙴𝙽
HE’S STILL NEW TO THE GAME , BUT SNOKE SAYS HE HAS PROMISE , AND WHEN IT’S HELPING TO PAY THE BILLS ... how can he complain ? he only intends for it to be a SHORT term thing ; something he’ll dip out of once he’s TOPPED up his savings to a reasonable amount . little does he realise that a path like this has no out .
knocking back the last of his cheap pint , he can’t help but laugh as he sees the stranger approach him . no one here has EVER bought him a drink ( usually he’s the one trying to entice people to spend time with him ) but he doesn’t think that anything might be WRONG with the offer . instead , he just smiles . “ on you , huh ? ” he muses as he eyes him . he’s handsome enough , might actually make for some decent company … “ sure , why not ? in that case … ” turning back to the bar , he grins at his FAVOURITE bartender . “ could you hit me up with something stronger this time ? thanks ! ”
looking towards his new friend , he straightens himself out before outstretching a hand , taking the time to gawp at him properly . “ i’m ben . and you seem … awfully dressed up for this kinda place . you’re not gonna invite me somewhere fancier , are you ? ” teasing words paired with a grin that doesn’t FALTER . “ it’s nice to meet you anyway ! ”
jim gave a nod to the bartender as he went to take a seat , holding a hand out to stop a drink being set before him . he didn’t drink , it clouded the mind too much as far as he was concerned && he preferred to keep his knowledge as it was , not sink into a pit of addiction quite like another that he knew . [ besides , he wanted to remember && enjoy his work , it would be no fun if he simply forgot the terror on the faces of those that fell into his grasp ] ‘ . . . james . it’s westwood , can’t think of looking anything other than my best ~ ‘ he offered a half smile to his companion , drink now set before him he fished out his wallet from his inner pocket , fat with crisp bills . he offered out a 50 pound bill . ‘ keep the drinks coming to him unless he says otherwise . ‘ pocketing the wallet again he leant against the bar a little to get a good look at his face . ‘ what are you studying ?? ‘
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noblehcart / 𝙼𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈
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“ you ARE wrong about me. “ if only he knew that the singular reason as to why his little scheme failed was her. if only if only. he thought he could destroy the singular most brilliant man on the planet and he failed. well….not as far as he knew or the world. sherlock holmes was dead and buried. he jumped. he died. and it would seem like he won, but only three people knew otherwise.
jim moriarty wasn’t one of those three. right now he was just as fooled as any normal person.
she tried desperately to remember that as his nails dug into hidden wounds she hoped he hadn’t picked up on. wounds that bled with the idea of sherlock staying dead and never seeing him again. working with him again…and for what? why? who? because of the man before her, mocking her heart and mind. she bristled as he inched closer for the damned sugar and it took self restraint not to snatch it up and throw it at him. if only there weren’t so many people nearby. she wasn’t stupid. he wouldn’t have made it this far if he wasn’t already believed. he was brilliant in that way, it would’ve been attractive if she didn’t already know he was an insane sociopath hellbent on hurting the ones who meant most in her life.
“he doesn’t have to love me. “ she hissed because why lie. he spent days and hours with her. she knew that he saw. “ he trusts me and that is infinitely more. and who i date is not a topic of discussion, jim. you’re lucky i haven’t already dialed lestrade and have you arrested for murder. sherlock is dead because of you and yet here you are. for what? to gloat? how childish is your pride? ”
𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝙼 , he couldn’t help it with how sure of herself she was . but of course jim was smarter than the world seemed to take him for , that his intelligence was lacking in comparison to anyone by the name of 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙼𝙴𝚂 . but as he finished his tea , settling the empty cup down beside him he leant closer to her still , lips hovering lightly over her ear to whisper two simple little words that would break everything she thought . ‘ i know . ‘ he was referring of course to sherlock - as if he hadn’t noticed several of his contacts being put out of commission . tried , executed , for being a part of his web of contacts . [ perhaps the question some would ask is why ?? why was he allowing sherlock to pick apart his work ] 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴 . if they could be so easily found they were not worth being around any longer , in escense he was using sherlock to do his 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 for him , cleaning up those he no longer required - silencing them forever as they deserved . he stood back a little now , taking a good look at her face to see how clever she felt now .
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He’s so cruel, but I’m still in love with Judas, baby.
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WHICH GREEK MYTH ARE YOU / WHAT DID YOU DIE FOR?
wrongly slain by a hero, DIED FOR: wrath fuckin’ men really won’t just leave you to your island and let you mind your business, will they? you only killed the ones who came to your space and for that, I cannot blame you. you are the type of person to either look like or worship elvira - your aesthetic is black cats and witchcraft, but inwardly you have the best heart. you’re better than the whole damn lot of them put together. TAGGED BY - @noblehcart TAGGING - @lghtpulled , @fxckingmoran and anyone else that wants to do it !
#ooc#[ this killed me ]#[ WRONGLY slain by the hero ]#[ because Moriarty should live on forever ]#[ thank you for tagging me <3 ]
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fxckingmoran / 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙽
Sebastian regarded him with suspicion as the lighter was extended, eyes trailing from his face down to his shoes. What the fuck would someone in a suit want with him? Undercover officer? No. Didn’t give off that impression. There was an air of danger around this man. He’d strolled in there without any apprehension at all. As much as he was loath to admit it, it was intriguing.
“Job opportunity? Not fuckin’ interes -…” His voice trailed off at the word ‘sniper’, eyes narrowing. “You’re him?” The streets had been rife with rumours for the past few weeks. Whispers of a man looking for a sniper - No-one knew what he looked like though. He was a shadow that Sebastian had started to think was just an urban myth. He leaned back against the wall, turning his head so that he could exhale smoke away from the fancy suit. “And you want me? Better make it a good offer then - I don’t come cheap, sweetheart.” Figured he may as well get as much out of it as he could. Plus, he was a crackshot - He wanted the wage to match the talent. Couldn’t risk ending up on the streets again.
𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴𝚂 , but he had expected as much , trying to see what 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻 he can out of taking the job , get as much as he can grasp . - but in the end he would probably settle for anything better than his current circumstances , a bit of money && a roof over his head was the bare minimum requirement though moriarty of course liked to do things in style . ‘ . . . you will have a place in london , along with anywhere else i need you to be stationed . you will also get a car . . . more suitable clothing && pay where i see fit for a job well done ~ i’d say i’d deduct pay for a failed job but then - i expect you would be 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 . interested ?? ‘
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[ i’ve put my replies into a queue for the moment while i’m working on finishing my other blog - they’re coming though , promise ! ]
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noblehcart / 𝙼𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈
the wrong man. how could she have had the wrong man. how could she miss that. memories flashed in her mind from reviewing his corpse. everything was exactly right. it was him she was so sure of it. same everything and yet….her heels pressed firmly into her shoes to try to keep from showing weakness. to keep from staggering back. any hint of weakness she knew he’d see. from the shift of feet, the faint tremble in finger tips to the pulsing tick at her neck. it was almost not worth bothering to hide. he’d see just as sherlock saw.
the difference being that while sherlock’s eyes saw and could be like ice (much like his brother) this man was darkness. a blackhole was far warmer than what was this man.
‘ pick up where we left off-!’ the gasp response followed as she stepped back, yet leaned forwards in a hiss. ‘ as i recall you left off with a gun. shall i see if john left one around, so you can pick up where you left off. i’m sure i’ll have the right man this time.‘
‘ . . . i didn’t pick you for a 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 , perhaps i was 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 about your worth after all . a little more than a bargaining chip it seems ~ ‘ he sang in amusement . she let it show too clearly , couldn’t fide the way she felt , 𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 , 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙺 , it always perplexed him as to why sherlock kept her around . but someone had to let him into the morgue && be another little run around 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 for him . he reached past her , taking hold of the sugar pot && adding a spoon into his cup , settling it back down && moving ever closer . ‘ did you ever tell him how you feel ?? how 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 && 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 you loved him despite him never loving you back ?? even going as far as to date nearly every guy in london ?? ‘ he 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙴𝙳 lightly , though all too quickly his lips fell && he simply 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 at her , a dark && eerie stare .
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fxckingmoran / 𝚃𝙸𝙶𝙴𝚁
Turned out getting kicked from the military didn’t do wonders for your job prospects. Sebastian had been home about four months now and life seemed to just be getting shittier every, single day. His father hadn’t wanted him home - Said it would’ve been more honourable for his son to die out there. Years of being angry and emotionally detached meant he didn’t really have any friends he could stay with. No extended family to take him either. His brother was in prison. So there he was - Sitting in a bleak underpass, begging for enough money to afford shitty whiskey.
His temper had gotten worse too. Shooting was the one thing that’d focused him - Given him a way to channel that anger. Now he didn’t have that so any poor soul that looked at him sideways usually ended up dragged into a fight. His hand lifted to prod at his blackened eye, wincing ever so slightly. Didn’t look as bad as the other guy though. Caught in his thoughts he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching, more focused on rooting around in his pockets for a cigarette. “Mh - What?” The voice cut through his thoughts, his head turning to look at who was speaking to him. “Very fuckin’ funny, mate - Never heard that one before. Piss off you little shit.” He finally found a lone cigarette stuffed away in his pocket, pulling it out and placing it between his lips. Head turned, zoning in on the man who apparently couldn’t take a hint. “You’re either deaf or a thick cunt with a death wish - Get out of my fucking space.”
𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙿𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙺 . && it seemed sebastian had plenty of it , now he just needed to see him bite . fingers pressed into the inner pocket of his suit , retrieving a lighter from it which he flicked open , offering the flame down to him , a 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺 of amusement gleaming in the darkness of his eyes . { he hadn’t failed to disappoint on what he anticipated their first meeting to me - but he had to get down to business } ‘ . . . i have a job opportunity , && you seem just my type , ‘ he chimed putting the lighter back away , hands now settling into his suit pants . he stepped in front of him , crouching a little . ‘ i’ve been looking for a sniper , perhaps you’ve heard ?? ‘ his eyes wandered over sebastian , taking in every inch of him , every mark , every bruise , assigning it all to his 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 && readily forming an opinion of him already .
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noblehcart / 𝙼𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈
‘ no. it-it can’t- . ‘ coffee spilled on the floor between them, seeping closer and closer to her shoes despite her initial step back from the familiar figure. jim. moriarty. dark eyes continued to flicker over him, head to toe in an attempt to verify what she was seeing. it was impossible. it couldn’t be him. ‘ you’re dead. i did the autopsy. ’
a rather simple and obvious one. single gunshot wound. a horrific plan meant to ensnare sherlock in a similar suicide plan that failed marvelously so thanks to sherlock’s own brilliance. and her help for that matter. yet here stood the ghost of the former boyfriend ploy to get closer to her friend. it couldn’t be. she wasn’t crazy, she knew she wasn’t, but still- ‘ how are you still alive ? ’
or better yet- ‘ no. why are you here ? ‘
𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 , a predictable reaction . had anyone looked the smile may have seemed genuine , but the 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 madness of his eyes were for her only to behold . he took a step forward , not caring as the coffee splashed up to stain the trainers he wore - so very different to his preference of suit . ‘ perhaps you had the 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 man ?? ‘ he teased lightly , the beep of the coffee machine prompting him to collect his cup , bringing it to his lips to sip where he gave a disappointed hiss . ‘ pass the sugar would you ?? you know i like it sweet . ‘ his eyes shone with his amusement , eyes wandering , taking in her every move , her every twitch . just another 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 person sherlock had opted to have in his life - his plan had 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 , but this was just the beginning , they were almost ready for round two . . . almost . ‘ did you not miss me ?? i thought we could pick up where we left off hm ?? ‘
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙷𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚃
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙽𝚂 && 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙰 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 , off on family leave - a 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 relative . there was some truth to the matter , his twin brother did lie on slab somewhere with his name on it but he wasn’t upset by the matter . just another useless pawn taken off the board for the sake of his cause . he didn’t care for the work , no , he donned the guide of jim from it for only one purpose - 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 . ‘ . . . you 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴 my 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 you know , when you dumped me , ‘ jim chimed when he finally located molly by the coffee machine . he stood there so casually as other members of staff enjoyed their break , wasn’t a place she could make a scene unless she wanted to look 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙴 . { it would still prove amusing to him if she did though }
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[ just a smol note regarding ships - i cannot imagine any ship with moriarty will be anything other than toxic , he doesn’t believe in the idea of love , only that he can use && utilise it for his own gain . he will date people to get close to them && use them rarely using his own name in such instances so it does not come back onto the real him . regarding sexual relations - moriarty will happily sleep around with any men that come under him , using his status above them to get them to do whatever he wants . personally he does have a preference for men && though i portray him as a homosexual he will still engage relations with women for whatever he can get out of it . ( sorry molly ) so though i’m happy to write ships on my blog i just think these things are important to note . ]
#ooc#[ just a smol note based on an ask i received ]#[ but also where are my molly's at ]#[ jim wants to break a heart or two ]
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𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 - 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 / 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳
James Moriarty has an incredibly NORMAL childhood until he reached puberty , though before that point he was already aware that he was different , especially when compared to his brother of the same name . he was highly intelligent but always lacked the ability to remain on task for too long , though there had still been HOPE that perhaps he would have still thrived , become a doctor as his mother had wanted . he wasn’t particularly irked by the expectations placed upon him - he just knew it wasn’t for him , a thought shared by his father , a man so rarely in his life who seemed to care little for the idea of having children and remained a shadow in the past more than a face he could recognise . From the moment he started at high school things began to turn more obviously , he had a tendency to enjoy toying with his brother , manipulating him to things for him - small things like cutting of the braid of a girls hair or to throw another students brand new trainers away to make him cry . always he avoided the BLAME , falling quietly under the radar . but seemingly more harmless events would only swiftly become something much worse . within the space of a year and a half he’d had thoughts of DEATH , of how it could possibly bring an end to a far too mundane existence , and the exciting thought of getting away with it . though it wasn’t always just the thought of others dying , but also pondering his own . He remembered the silence in the school hall in memory of carl powers , he’d been no one really , another BORING person that existed in his life . but he couldn’t feign any sadness , watching the memorial as if it were even duller than being in school itself . nor was he remotely phased when his father never returned home one day , a conclusion that he had just run away with a younger model leaving his mother a sobbing miserable wreck . they say she died of a BROKEN heart , a pretty pathetic way to go . In the end there was only the two of them , a puppet and a mastermind , and the puppet came in all too useful in the end . they had both known how it would end , as the gun cocked settled in his mouth , there had to be a body after all , and it would be far more believable if it was his own blood .
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝚇𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙽
𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 , he’d purposely sent the rumors out on a wider scale , he wanted the best , no matter the country , no matter the side of any 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙻 war , that would all be stripped away if they found their way to his side . some were highly decorated in war , a long cluster of medals to their name - but that didn’t impress james moriarty , no , he was looking for something far more 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙶 than that . it was that which drew him to one sebastian moran - dishonorable discharge , a 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳 that send a shiver down his spine in pure excitement . a file cloaked in mystery that called out to him , piqued his interest , then there was the location - 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 . it didn’t take long , his web was wide , pointing him to a location a little closer to home . he looked out of place as he entered the damp bridge near the thames , the rattle of trains passing overhead bringing a droplet of water to fall onto his suit - irked somewhat , but he had suffered worse , instead he scanned for a face amongst the many , the distinct sound of his steps echoing the space as he strode toward the one he sought . ‘ . . . love what you’ve done with the place ~ ‘
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳
𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽 , nothing slipped past him , most of them finely entangled in his web that spanned the whole globe . - but there was of course those that preferred to remain separated from him , going it alone , && he allowed it , knowing that thread by thread he would pluck them out until nothing else remained . some of them did require a 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 touch , gauging the weakness && where best to start . ‘ . . . another round . ‘ he called as he approached the bar , voice like a song as it left his lips causing almost a stillness to fall over the dingy backstreet pub . eyes were trained upon the younger man that was seated there , a fitting 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 for his first strike , the young were always more impulsive , easier to move , to 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 . finally he settled , stood by the side of one ben solo , oh he knew plenty about him . ‘ . . . on me . ‘
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