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Perhaps, though I'd attribute any compliments more to the necklace's wearer.
retconning her out of a high neck into a strappy dress bc it's hotter
nightsung
- 2025-04-14 04:52 (UTC) - ExpandDue to the lab equipment or the samples afforded to you?
So you are alive.
[tell me why she found out from a craigslist notification]
And how exactly did that happen?
[tell me why she found out from a craigslist notification]
And how exactly did that happen?
Try asking me nicely, and I might consider answering your question.
I owned a bar.
[ Among other things ... ]
Is this sort of work very new for you?
[ Among other things ... ]
Is this sort of work very new for you?
[ 
]
Better to curb his worst instincts or cut him loose now than continue paying for it later down the line.
Wouldn't do to let the board down.
]Better to curb his worst instincts or cut him loose now than continue paying for it later down the line.
Wouldn't do to let the board down.
( the day of the pink slip's opening, a heavy black velvet box sits on silco's desk, impeccably wrapped, no note in sight at first glance. inside, a heavy decanter and two thick whisky glasses. unmistakably expensive, undeniably ani. tucked beneath the velvet, a quick note, and the invitation of a butterfly token glittering on top of it: )
For when we toast this shitshow we call business.
Consider this your backstage pass to my little secret.
— Miss Ani, your favorite pain in the ass
Commander Kiramman, actually. I'm surprised she didn't mention that.
[ 
]
You may find me during business hours at the Hex Club.
]You may find me during business hours at the Hex Club.
[ From mid-afternoon the day after the party, in a locked desk drawer of a locked back office, without a sound or any sign of forced entry, a single printed sheet of paper waits folded in an envelope. The envelope is blank and the sheet contains a few word-processed responses to a form the eventual reader ought to recognise, given he wrote it.
As job applications go, it's not the most persuasive. The applicant isn't worried. ]
As job applications go, it's not the most persuasive. The applicant isn't worried. ]
[ Jinx doesn’t explain herself until she’s so deep into the woods, she has to wonder if her phone has signal.
It’s the only way to leave him (without looking, without talking). The distance hurts like a gushing wound, torn wider with each step. She wonders if she’ll bleed out before she and Sanji find Nami (if the only thing holding her together is the way she opened and mended her chef’s skin before they disappeared into the night — not a substitute for Silco or Nami but something else entirely, alighting her from within). ]
nami never made it to this shitty commune
It’s the only way to leave him (without looking, without talking). The distance hurts like a gushing wound, torn wider with each step. She wonders if she’ll bleed out before she and Sanji find Nami (if the only thing holding her together is the way she opened and mended her chef’s skin before they disappeared into the night — not a substitute for Silco or Nami but something else entirely, alighting her from within). ]
nami never made it to this shitty commune
[ He realizes something's wrong the moment his eye socket begins to throb as though it were empty. He searches their room — the cabin next to it, the grounds, the whole of the village — before his phone lights up, his teeth worrying his lower lip as he parses the words and the meaning behind them.
That she's gone.
You failed her, like you always do, thrums Vander's voice. Some father you are.
She never wanted you, comes the echo, from a shadow with violet hair. You're poison to her.
Then a woman, more familiar to him now in death than she had been in life. She'll die out there, just like I did. And it'll be your fault.
He types and deletes, again and again and again. Each message comes out wrong, too angry or too vulnerable or too complacent. And with each passing moment, he can feel the bullet holes in his chest widen, yawning open again. Phantom shapes loom around him, crackling and sparking as a single thought burns through the rest: living hurts without you.
But he can’t stand the way the words blink back at him. Instead, hardly a barked command nor real disapproval, ]
where are you
jinx
don’t go alone
That she's gone.
You failed her, like you always do, thrums Vander's voice. Some father you are.
She never wanted you, comes the echo, from a shadow with violet hair. You're poison to her.
Then a woman, more familiar to him now in death than she had been in life. She'll die out there, just like I did. And it'll be your fault.
He types and deletes, again and again and again. Each message comes out wrong, too angry or too vulnerable or too complacent. And with each passing moment, he can feel the bullet holes in his chest widen, yawning open again. Phantom shapes loom around him, crackling and sparking as a single thought burns through the rest: living hurts without you.
But he can’t stand the way the words blink back at him. Instead, hardly a barked command nor real disapproval, ]
where are you
jinx
don’t go alone
F̵͆ͅo̵̪̒ṛ̶̃̈́ ̴͕̋y̸̼̑o̴̬̤͒ṵ̴͋ ̵̥͖͘ş̴̛̫h̸̰̐ả̷̦̀ḽ̵̽̊ḽ̷̚͜ ̴̪̽̈͜b̵͎̓e̴͉͌̄ ̸̢̡̆̉m̸̩̒ý̷̞ ̵̢̛̦̎s̸͕̱͆c̸̹̈́̊ỳ̴̤͌t̸̮͑h̸̞͛͘ë̶̼̻́ ̴̡͉͝ą̶̠͂̔n̷̜̈́ď̶̥̈́ ̸̦́͘ý̸̻͚͘o̸͚͜͝ȗ̷̘̆r̸̺̲͋̐ ̷̜̝̏f̶̗̩̊͝ǎ̶̮͝c̶̺̀e̶̮͉̋ ̸͍̯̓͂s̴̘͌͗h̷̘̜͑a̵̖̪͗l̵̪̹͊͛l̵̖͔͊̽ ̶̜̠͛s̶̨̊͝h̴̗̆̆i̴̒͑͜n̸̮͉̂̓e̵̠̤͒̚ ̶̩̌ḷ̸̜̑͋ì̸̮̲k̷̡͇̄̇e̷͚͈̾̀ ̶̩̈́̑a̸͖͐ ̵̨̨̈́͊t̷͇̪́h̵͉̮̊ö̶̺́̐u̶̗̿s̷̮̦͐ȧ̵ͅn̴̗̣̏d̶͈͘ ̷̮̻̐̈́s̶͙̯͒͠ų̵͑͝n̸̠̯̐͝s̴̜̋
[ There's something wrong. He knows that, even before he begins waking with prayer carved into his skin. He knows it's taking all of them, little by little.
First, he types tell me what you need. One moment, then another, and more wakefulness sets in.
Ultimately: ]
Koby.
First, he types tell me what you need. One moment, then another, and more wakefulness sets in.
Ultimately: ]
Koby.
[ It's early in the month, not so long after the markings, that Stephen needs something from Silco. Nothing much. Nothing big. Just information.
And perhaps more hands to help him tie a knot and tighten it. ]
Saber. He's also on your staff, yes?
Do you like him?
And perhaps more hands to help him tie a knot and tighten it. ]
Saber. He's also on your staff, yes?
Do you like him?
[ jesus. ]
He's this aggressive over a hypothesis?
He's this aggressive over a hypothesis?
[ inch resting ]
I'm not inclined to believe much that leaves that woman's mouth.
[ Normally, he'd leave it at that (and that's already more honest than his default), but, as appreciation for Locking In: ]
I also don't believe she'd be foolish enough to speak a role aloud if she truly held one.
I'm not inclined to believe much that leaves that woman's mouth.
[ Normally, he'd leave it at that (and that's already more honest than his default), but, as appreciation for Locking In: ]
I also don't believe she'd be foolish enough to speak a role aloud if she truly held one.
hello 🦊
i am yeko!
i've noticed you're one of the more elusive team hearts members
which means, and correct me if i'm wrong, you are doing a lot of work behind the scenes
do you trust your team to do the talking for you, or are you making a team of your own?
i am yeko!
i've noticed you're one of the more elusive team hearts members
which means, and correct me if i'm wrong, you are doing a lot of work behind the scenes
do you trust your team to do the talking for you, or are you making a team of your own?
[ hm. ]
Hello, Yeko.
Why don't you make another educated guess?
Hello, Yeko.
Why don't you make another educated guess?
[ in between her work with yelena and hunt for saber, jinx deposits a pack of smokes with only three left behind, stolen from someone else and now placed somewhere visible, in their temporary home.
(she’s in and out, as a rule, but she isn’t avoiding the space. where else would she go?)
on the box, jinx has drawn one of her monkeys. ]
(she’s in and out, as a rule, but she isn’t avoiding the space. where else would she go?)
on the box, jinx has drawn one of her monkeys. ]
[ He isn't expecting it. More than the surprise of having a wish fulfilled — stress and annoyance forming a band around his chest, his thoughts straying to a nonexistent cigar — it's the surprise of her warmed mood. A little sweetness, despite it all. He holds the carton for a long moment, thumbing over the drawing of the monkey as though it might substitute for her presence, then tucks it into his jacket pocket, over his heart.
He'll have to find something for her, later. (Later being the cruel variable. There's a chance she doesn't survive the weekend, a chance he falls prey to the wolves' hunt. Time is running out.) ]
He'll have to find something for her, later. (Later being the cruel variable. There's a chance she doesn't survive the weekend, a chance he falls prey to the wolves' hunt. Time is running out.) ]
I’ve no reason to rule him out just yet.
Have you spoken to your dead?
Have you spoken to your dead?
Not sharing with the class? Very well.
I’m listening.
I’m listening.
[ On a table outside the still-shuttered door to the Hex Club, a small glass vase with a bouquet of water lilies and an envelope addressed to Silco. ]
I asked, before, if you would care if something happened to me in part because I would care if something happened to you.
I'm sorry that it did. I'm sorry you were part of that ugly ritual. I know words and flowers might not mean much, but I'm leaving them all the same.
If you want someone to look over you when you're back, I can. And I understand if you'd rather not.
x
Shadowheart
I asked, before, if you would care if something happened to me in part because I would care if something happened to you.
I'm sorry that it did. I'm sorry you were part of that ugly ritual. I know words and flowers might not mean much, but I'm leaving them all the same.
If you want someone to look over you when you're back, I can. And I understand if you'd rather not.
x
Shadowheart
[ What Spike leaves out is implication enough. That there's something to hide, that she knew something was coming, or brought it on herself.
You should have stopped her. I should have been there. ]
Thank you.
You should have stopped her. I should have been there. ]
Thank you.
hi boss!
so. i know it's an awkward time. don't feel bad telling me no. i just wanted to invite you to a big dinner party i'm throwing on the 22nd for thanksgiving — if you want to come i'd love to have you! i invited jinx too. so
i really hope you both come! but no pressure
( some pressure. slight, fractional pressure. buffy knows it's asking a lot and probably too much, and that she shouldn't be bothered if either of them reject the offer, but.
you know. thanksgiving is for who you're thankful for. and she's thankful for them. )
so. i know it's an awkward time. don't feel bad telling me no. i just wanted to invite you to a big dinner party i'm throwing on the 22nd for thanksgiving — if you want to come i'd love to have you! i invited jinx too. so
i really hope you both come! but no pressure
( some pressure. slight, fractional pressure. buffy knows it's asking a lot and probably too much, and that she shouldn't be bothered if either of them reject the offer, but.
you know. thanksgiving is for who you're thankful for. and she's thankful for them. )
[ It takes a little while for Silco to respond.
Coming back — it leaves him out of sorts, the daze made even worse by Jinx's absence. (Her death, ringing in his ears. Wasn't he supposed to protect her from that? Should he have known, when the book said—) It's too kind a message, likely more than most would believe he deserves. Would her other guests welcome him? What kind of company will he make, when Jinx still isn't whole? When he isn't, without her? ]
You're very kind.
[ The simplest answer. An honest one. He wonders if he ought to say anything for the dual aspect of the invitation — then decides against it. ]
I'll make an attempt to stop in.
Take care, Buffy.
Coming back — it leaves him out of sorts, the daze made even worse by Jinx's absence. (Her death, ringing in his ears. Wasn't he supposed to protect her from that? Should he have known, when the book said—) It's too kind a message, likely more than most would believe he deserves. Would her other guests welcome him? What kind of company will he make, when Jinx still isn't whole? When he isn't, without her? ]
You're very kind.
[ The simplest answer. An honest one. He wonders if he ought to say anything for the dual aspect of the invitation — then decides against it. ]
I'll make an attempt to stop in.
Take care, Buffy.
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