Charles was not unused to compliments on his physique, particularly from those who wanted to ply from him some coin while getting the benefit of enjoying it personally – but it wasn’t usually the eyes people went for in those cases. His eyes had been described to him a few times – but not as beautiful.
“What do you want.” Whatever the man was selling, he was starting with one fuck of an odd pitch.
“How cruel,” That he would even ask something like this was almost evil in a way. Did he ask to satisfy his conscience, or to aggravate her own? “I don’t wish to answer this at all.” Somewhere between an eight and a ten, to be sure. She was quiet, seemingly unwilling to step forth with her thoughts on the matter but in truth – “I am – I am not sure.”
God, what a dreadful daughter she was! Her poor father would be turning in his grave if only he had one – and that only made matters worse, didn’t it?
“There – are times when I can understand it. When I agree with the decision so deeply that I scare myself. What my father did – what he allowed to go unpunished – it was deserving of an equal answer. I do think that.”
Again, she fell quiet, thoughtful. “But – I cannot help but regret it. He was my father and for all his sins, I am not sure I will ever be able to wholly condemn him. I do not think it is in me to hate him entirely – and that by trying to do so, I am – being dishonest, with myself, in order to – “ It was an unkind admission, but then, it was an unkind question. “In order to appease you.”
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“What the fuck?” Alright first of all, who was the worthless sack of shit that plied Flint with enough alcohol to make him this kind of stupid, and secondly what did they put in the drink to ensure he would be the right side of reckless to voice that much stupid? Thirdly, “Pass, Jesus,” That was a visual nobody needed, least of all himself. “You think I’m going to fuck with Anne’s mess?” As a man with a healthy respect for what that woman could do with a knife, there was no way in hell he was letting his dick fly loose in an area she might be lurking – and if Jack was getting fucked, chances were, Anne would be lurking.
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“Well between you, me – and this little wall here,” Because apparently the fourth wall holds as much bearing to Hal Gates as it might for Deadpool, “I’d say smash if it weren’t for one tiny little detail.” He paused, gave it a little moment to sink in, before pointing out the fucking obvious. “I’m fucking dead.”
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“While I am not sure what business it is of yours captain,” One day, she would remember he had retired from that life, and stop using his title as a sort of nickname when she couldn’t bring herself to use his first name, but today was hardly the day. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” She couldn’t help but huff a little in amusement, her lips twisting into a wry half smile – to think that she could hear such a vulgar thing and not be bothered was testament enough to how much had changed in her life, but that she might answer without feeling the need to turn red in the wake of it was actually a little terrifying. “But we already are, as you say, smashing.”
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“I think we have established by now that I am rather fond of living,” Silver pointed out flatly. Joji may not be a man of many words, but Silver knew when someone didn’t like him – especially now that so many people did. Sure, if he had a shot, he might consider it, but he wasn’t fucking stupid. “Pass.”
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“Pass,” There is no hesitation, no question in his mind about where he fell on this particular regard. “The only thing that could be gained from smashing him is more tragedy – and frankly, I have no interest in affording him any belief that he possesses something worth taking away. Our relationship spawned out of a mutual understanding that he was in my best interest – so long as that is true, I remain in the vicinity of his shadow – but I am not so foolish as to step willingly into his darkness. The moment he believes he holds leverage, he makes use of it until the pressure becomes so insurmountable, even the strongest people have shattered under his relentless idealism and recklessness. One way or another, those who get close to that man die – and I think I have made it abundantly clear I have no intention of doing that for any cause.”
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“That depends entirely on the context of the smashing, I think.” It was all he could do not to laugh outright – there were days when he genuinely considered it, but more often than not, he was too busy putting out the man’s fires to consider rewarding him for them!
Wounded Sentence Starters
- “It’s just a scratch. You worry too much.”
- “Ah… ! Don’t press there!”
- “Just put a bandage on it and I’ll be fine.”
- “That looks bad. Really bad.”
- “Try not to look at it.”
- “That hurts!”
- “You’re going to need bedrest for at least a few days.”
- “I’m going to be stuck in bed for how long?”
- “That’s nothing, you big baby.”
- “Here, let me help. I’m good at this sort of thing.”
- “I can’t feel it. That’s bad, right?”
- “Can you move?”
- “How can something so small hurt so much?”
- “It looks a lot worse than it is.”
- “You’re a terrible patient.”
- “Will you hold still? I can’t do anything if you keep squirming.”
- “Wow, I’ve never seen skin turn that color before.”
- “It’s just another a war trophy.”
- “Shut up and let me help you.”
- “I don’t care how tough you are. You can’t ignore that.”
- “I’m sorry. This sort of thing makes me nauseous.”
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