#radicalrascals || miguel guererro

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@radicalrascals liked for a starter || Grace and Miguel (oh boy they coming)

"It's funny... It's been years and somehow it feels like yesterday when I last saw you."

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"I dread to think, hermano. I dread to think." Carolina chuckling with a shake of her head. She loved her brother dearly, but she knew that there were moments in their lives that he might not have got out of without her. And likewise in reverse. That was what made them special and so close. "You're not wrong. The pizza was amazing and not overpriced like that place in Raleigh."

As Miguel got himself comfortable by her side, she put up her feet on the coffee table and switched on the television in their motel room. "We can get out there after a decent night sleep. You're a fire cracker enough as it is, if you don't have enough rest tonight, I can't keep you safe." And Carolina could not be having that. "Do you have any leads that you think might be worth it?"

"What would I do without you, mana?" - Starve, probably, and run around with his cuts and bruises untended to. Miguel got back up and grabbed himself a worn jacket against the cold before he scuffled over to the fridge. The sight of the small bottle of habanero sauce sitting on the counter drawing a smile from him. He loved to douse everything they ate in the hot, spicy flavour which reminded him of home.

So he got out the pizza, generously sprinkled it with sauce and began, very ungracefully, eat it cold and straight from the box. "It's good. Maybe we should stay longer, just for the pizza," he joked, as if they didn't have a plan already. Vengeance was closer than ever, he could feel it. But meeting Ben tonight, everything felt suddenly so out of place. Like someone had thrown the past and the present in a bag and gave it a good enough shake to make him question what was true anymore. Except for the one constant in his life; he smiled softly at Carolina and sat back down next to her, bedding his head on her shoulder "Couldn't find anything about that wretched abomination. Better we look for the werewolf together tomorrow, huh?"

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((Well.... @radicalrascals and I can't deny that we've kinda created a bit of a web when it comes to our muses....))

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Ways to React to an Injury @radicalrascals said: ‘ don’t tell me you’re giving up already. ’ (Miguel to Ben; because Valentine is on holiday lmao)

Ben wheezed as he tried his best to get up, turning to look over at the younger hunter. He understood Miguel's anger, probably more than anyone, but he could not abide by his methods. It was what had led them here in the first place.

"I already told you..." he began, rolling over to sit on the ground as he spat blood on to the concrete. "I am not going to fight you."

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I'm Going to Save Your Life @radicalrascals said: "i'm not leaving you to die." (Miguel to Ben)

Why? That was the first question that was conjured in his mind when he heard the comment from Miguel. Why the hell would the man who beat him half to death last time they saw one another, want to keep him alive. It made no sense to him, he was certain that the younger hunter would happily see him bleed out in this dark, unsanitary tunnel. But instead, Miguel was hanging around with reassurances on his lips. Maybe he was hallucinating.

"No... Go." he commented. "Tu hermana te necesita."

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Meet the twins. Carolina (etxrnaleclipse) and Miguel (@radicalrascals). Their parents were killed by a werewolf when they were ten years old, leaving them orphans. They were taken in by a hunter who taught them to kill and used their anger and grief to turn them into skilled soldiers. They have been hunting ever since, killing the supernatural indiscriminately, not caring if they have done wrong or not. They have the potential, and that is what matters.

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Platonic Sentences @radicalrascals said: ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ (Miguel to Carolina)

At her brother's question, Carolina lifted her gaze from the weapon she was cleaning, watching him for a moment as she wondered what brought it up. Frankly, she wasn't really one for thinking too much on the future, only the here and now. Partly because she knew how every day was another risk, and that there was every chance that she would not be there in ten years... But she wasn't about to let Miguel know that.

"Can't say I do... Do you? Where do you picture yourself in ten years, hermano?"

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send in “ come on! open your eyes! ” for the sender to try their best to keep the badly wounded receiver awake (and consequently alive) until they can get some medical aid. @radicalrascals said: “Come on! Open your eyes!” (Miguel to Carolina)

It had all gone so wrong. The twins had been onto it, they had everything planned out perfectly as always. But somehow, everything fell apart the second they had entered the cave. She could see blood across her brother's face, causing her to worry, even if she knew that she should be more concerned with the gaping hole in her own abdomen.

"No me grites, hermano." she mumbled, allowing him to assist her to her feet with a grimace.

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Send me a [X] to see my muses favorite picture of your muse @radicalrascals said: [x] (for Grace & Miguel)

"I love this one because you look so relaxed. I hate it when you seem to have something on your mind, but here you could just be."

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 @radicalrascals said: [MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet ((Miguel to Ben)) PLUS [WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor. ((Nick for Carolina))

Ben should have known that it was a set up, that something was wrong. He should have sensed it when the two of them had come down here following a lead that, with hindsight, was too obvious. But he had simply been eager to find the source of these deaths and anyone who knew the hunter was aware that he would stop at nothing to protect innocent lives.

Reaching the top of a set of stairs, Ben took out his firearm and turned to Nick, holding up a hand to him. "Stay here. Shout if you see anything." He whispered the words, giving his partner a small nod and a hint of a kind smile before he turned to walk into the nearby room. His footsteps were light, barely making a sound on the dusty concrete as he moved with skill and a steady hand. Only as he reached the center of the room did anything happen, and by then, it would appear that it was too late. There was movement behind him, but he was too slow, barely turning half way around before he felt something hit him in the head, sending him tumbling to the ground with a thud. Head spinning and blood pooling in his dark hair, Ben tried to turn to fight back, however he found arms wrapping around him, pulling him into the shadows despite his best efforts to struggle.

He heard a voice in his ear, a voice he knew all too well, and instantly his stomach twisted and he made to shout a warning to his partner, but Miguel was quicker. A hand came down over his mouth to silence any cry he could make, the other arm wrapped firmly around his throat as he felt panic rising within him. If there was one twin in here, then that meant...

Outside the room, Carolina waited patiently as she watched the werewolf standing alone. He would pay for what he was, and Ben - in turn - would pay for choosing such a creature over his own family. It was the perfect set up for them both, taking out two problems in one fell swoop. She kept quiet, only readying herself when she noticed the way da Silva perked up, no doubt hearing the struggle from within the room. Miguel had done his part, now it was her turn. Silver bullet loaded, she aimed her gun and fired, however she missed, just clipping the werewolf's arm instead. Still, it would be enough, and she rushed at him with her blade in hand, slamming into him with the hopes that the graze from the bullet would be enough to slow him down.

Unfortunately, it was not a good enough hit, and she soon felt herself being grabbed, slammed against the floor with force enough to wind her.

"Miguel!"

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Angsty Prompts @radicalrascals said: “ you deserve better than this… better than me… “ (Miguel to Grace)

"Com licença?" Grace was stunned. They hadn't exactly had the longest relationship, but what they had was special. She knew that whatever life Miguel and his sister led, it was unique to them and she would never understand it, but she felt very strongly for him and the thought of him thinking he somehow wasn't good enough for her made her both sad and angry.

"Look, I know this is hardly a textbook relationship, but we're good together, right? Why would you think I deserve better? Because you travel around and can't be here all the time? That's hard reason for me to give up on you." She couldn't deny it was tough, and sure, maybe it was not going to be the building blocks for a good, long-lasting relationship, but she wanted to enjoy it while it did last.

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Vampiric Sentence Starters @radicalrascals said: ❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞ (Miguel to Carolina)

"Shit... We were too late." Carolina sighed, shoulders sagging as she lowered her gun, seeing the bodies that her brother referred to. He wasn't wrong, there was blood everywhere, as though someone had opted to redecorate with the victims insides. "Bastardo... I can't wait to put a bullet in his head." Glancing over towards Miguel, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "You good?" He was always her priority, and given the nature of this attack, it was far too familiar to what they had experienced themselves. It might have been over twenty years ago, but they both still recalled it as though it were yesterday.

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"I can't argue with that. It's made worse when there's identical twins in there. Absolute mayhem." she replied, laughing at the thought. She knew that Miguel would understand from the perspective of being a twin himself, but the fact that Nick and Theo were so identical, that was scary. She recalled far too many times as children when she would get them mixed up. "He actually can. It's annoying because he shouldn't be that good at the things he is good at. I keep telling him that he should be leaving some talent to the rest of the family."

She paused when he turned around suddenly, causing her to reach out and place a hand on his arm. "Are you ok?"

"You have a big family," Miguel joked as if to excuse himself for his wrong assumption. Though despite the jokey attitude something within him began to itch and ache. When Grace was around, he felt a certain homesickness for a life he'd never led. One where his fingertips were black with cole dust, with a canvas in his lap as he got to draw not the nightmares he hunted, but the happy family in front of him; Two kids. No, three! Four! And Grace, of course. Their mum. His wife. An echo from another timeline. Wishful thinking. All the things that could have been. Miguel shrugged the notion off with another joke: "But can he dance?"

He didn't get to enjoy his triumph though, when Grace ultimately would have to admit that, yes, Rafael could dance. And so could his soon-to-be wife. Because once again Miguel's jumpiness got the better of him and he whirled around at the smallest sign of a ruckus, catching two men in a fight and staring long enough they aggressively invited him to join. Miguel clenched his fist, but he turned back around. They weren't worth his time. They weren't worth showing Grace what he was capable of.

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"Well... I mean that's kind of a requirement for my job, so I'd hardly consider that as a good counter-argument." Grace gently nudged his shoulder with a soft laugh, having missed this. Missed the two of them, the conversations they had, the way Miguel could make her smile like no one else could.

"No, not that one. Though I hope he will some day. No, this is Rafa, my oldest cousin. I know, I know, too many cousins." she chuckled.

"Well, but you can dance. No?" And that was the whole point. He didn't need to perfect for a bunch of people he would never meet again. But for her. Grace. She deserved the best version of him. The one that didn't sleep with a gun underneath his pillow, whose life was danger and death around every corner, and who makes up his own dancing steps because no one ever taught him.

But at least he might still look okay... if only by comparison. "Theo. Your cousin. So he is the one getting married? Yes?"

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Being together with Miguel again like this was like a breath of fresh air. His smile, those beautiful eyes, while they were both older, he had not really changed that much at all. He was still the same young man who she had once planned to spend her whole life with. Oh, how things had changed. Still, he was there... Did that mean there was some hope? Who knew? When he called her perfect, though, her heart did skip a beat.

"Do you think anyone at these things actually knows how to dance? You should have seen my cousin Theo at the last family event, it was almost painful." Grace laughed at the memory. "Just follow my lead and I'm sure everything will be fine. Even if you step on my toes, it doesn't matter."

Ball of mess... well, if that didn't sum up everything about him. "Si. ¡Con orgullo! - With pride." Though he delivered his words in a joking fashion, he didn't quite know how to feel about this. He'd give everything to be hers. Her ball of mess. But the way just a barking dog down the street made his fingers twitch and him turn around to check - just in case the little fluff ball was barking at an incorporeal abomination of sorts - he remembered how they were from fundamentally different worlds. And he was just her guest.

Her plus one. But if it was just for an evening, he wanted it to be perfect. "No. You deserve perfect." Another reason why he could never stay. "You're perfect. It's only fair." He rolled his shoulders and reconfigured into less comfortable sitting position, only to distract from how the flirting made his cheeks flush. "Is that a bad moment to admit I don't really know how to dance without faking half of it?"

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Miguel's confusion made her laugh and she shook her head. "Ball of mess, meu doce. But you'd be my ball of mess, so that's ok." Grace felt a warmth within her that she could not recall feeling since they had last been together. He had always made her so happy, and his absence left her missing a piece of herself.

"I know you do. I'm sure you will look incredible and I will have to fight people off from stealing you as their own date. But you don't have to be perfect for me, Miguel. Just be you."

"A ball of...," Miguel squinted. Usually it wasn't too hard to guess the meaning of Portuguese expressions but this one had him stumped. "Okay. I guess it is nothing good, so I will try my best not to look like... it." He crossed his arms and cocked a brow in amusement. God, he'd missed this silly banter.

"I look good in a suit." It's highly impractical and he'd have to strap a knife or two to his leg, just in case, but other than that, yeah, he liked how he looked in a suit. No need to make it sound like a childish challenge, but he just couldn't help it. "It's at the cleaners. Everything will be perfect for you." And with a bit of luck, even his latest scratches would heal in time.