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“You’re not going to judge me for being the right hand man to one of the worst crime lords in the city?”

“When has that ever bothered me before? Cole, what aren’t you telling me? I mean... that’s like saying you’d hold it against me for my brothers being a part of it, too. That’s ridiculous.”

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the fact that they’d only known each other a handful of weeks had ceased to really matter. everything came easy with charlie, and each moment that passed felt like a lifetime spent together ( which was both wonderful and incredibly anxiety-inducing, depending on the situation ). roman had stopped trying to compare her to mattie: it wasn’t fair to either of them. they were similar in some ways, different in others, but it all culminated into the fact that roman cared for them both very deeply; and as charlie’s lips brushed his own roman nearly forgot why it was so important he didn’t actually admit that to her, or himself. 

because there was that big nasty secret he was keeping from her.

roman’s brows furrowed, momentarily frowning against her lips. he berated himself for ruining the moment, quickly pushing those dower thoughts away so their kiss could have the attention it deserved. 

he laughed at her question, grin spreading in return. “now that you say it, i’m starting to wonder if i ever got out of the ICU eight years ago. maybe there’s a sweet nurse who comes in and reads to me every night and i dreamed you up in her image.” roman approached the bar with charlie at his side, deciding a beer would be the best choice. he wasn’t smart enough not to drink, but he was smart enough not to hit the hard stuff. for now… anyway. a few beers later? that resolve would probably melt away.

Despite the tick to the center of her brows at the change in the sensation of his lips, Charlie refused to mention it, refused to ruin the magic of an evening far more perfect than she could have ever imagined. 

From the moment they’d met, Roman had introduced her to a life she’d only ever been able to dream of, to see from afar and long for like a fairy tale. So quickly those days seemed like a nightmare she’d woken from, oh so happy to live the dream with him despite what moments of reality dared to peek through. 

Laughter ringing out at the little scenario he put forth, her head could only bob in agreement. “I think it’s you who is a figment of my imagination. My knight in shining armour is probably the sweet guy who changes my bed pan.” 

Snorting to herself as she plucked a glass of champagne she planned on nursing, her eyes followed his choice only until she was sure he was choosing a beer and then lead him toward the edge of the dance floor. 

“I’m going to humilate you out there, you know that, right?” Speaking through a coy grin around the rim of the crystal glass, large hazel eyes slid over to him. “I’m a horrible dancer.”

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They waited... until twenty minutes AFTER the time I was supposed to get the class link, to tell us they needed more time and that they wouldn’t be starting until Tuesday. 

I’m so done. I stressed myself sick over this BS for nothing. 

Okay well, on to replies. Finally. Thank goodness. 

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UPDATE:

So during my moving of furniture I managed to throw out my back, and then on top of that spent two days with a wicked migraine. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to look at a screen for more than 30seconds and get some writing done.

Love you guys!

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Send “brush” to accidentally touch one of my muse’s scars

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars

Send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places

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Gunna do my best to get on for replies, but I’m getting prepped for home schooling, which means getting my ENTIRE house and everything in order, and setting up a sorta classroom area in my VERY tiny house. But if mutuals would like my discord send me an ask. I apologize for hella slowness!

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I’m SUPES hungover and so down for short stuff. Anyone want like a text thread or something? Either with Charlie or over on my sideblog @stxxtpxnny?

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@blueaslapis

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you look beautiful! you look beautiful, too.

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ofmusingsxandmayhem​:

As he focused his gaze on the young woman standing over him, he wondered whether or not this was his elusive attacker, whether she had been the one who had hit him, yet she did not seem to give him the feeling that was what happened. Especially given the hint of concern that seemed to be crossing her face as she watched him. 

But when she seemed to disappear from view for a moment, Ben jolted and shifted, regretting the fast move as his head spun however not finding the time to care. He shuffled to have his back against the nearest wall, hands wrapped around his weapon as he aimed it at thin air, blinking frantically as he searched the room for where she had gone. 

When her voice echoed from above him, Ben’s gaze lifted and he saw her a little clearer now, standing high above him on a beam. He did not aim his gun this time, suspecting that she was potentially just as freaked out as he was, and he watched her closely. Her appearance, soft and translucent, the dull moonlight from a nearby window seeming to travel through her, gave him an answer to what she was, but it didn’t tell him who. 

“I’m fine.” he muttered, not attempting to stand just yet. “Who are you?”

Weren’t for the seriousness of the situation, Charlie probably would have found his reaction as amusing as she usually did, but her concern was more the jostling of his battered head than anything else. 

What was curious, though, was his reaction to finally spotting her among the rafters, the way he studied her and seemed to relax when he realized what she was. The exact opposite reaction to those who usually wandered there way in there. With the lowering of his weapon the matched a lifting of one of her brows, she seemed to shimmer away once more with his question, this time her voice coming from his side, where she had materialized crouched down. 

It wasn’t that she’d been scared of his gun, not like it could hurt her, but she just really didn’t like them that much and she figured it showed that he was a little less on edge himself. “I’m Charlie. You definitely don’t look fine. You’re bleeding, you know.” 

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@sintaliawritesagain

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@the-darkening-sky​

i shoot my shot by including you in the fake scenarios in my head before bed

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