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/  Where u been?

@everfatale_    /   thank u 

// Me me me me !!!

㇁ ㅤplssss.  also  my  discord  is  omnitrayal  c: 

/    drop disc to plot 

[ Livius paid little to no mind to his actions , the way he was reading into her ... reflecting on himself . Her thoughts now focused on her love life or rather , lack of one . ]  ... No , why ?  [ Not that she wouldn't , but once again , there was a lack of interest once anyone got to know her even a little , understandably so . She was a lot to deal with , her line of work wasn't the more desirable , and she had a hard time committing herself . ] 

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @lovelylustings        [  ...  ]     [   adan  only  now  realized  how  much  he  was  rambling.  He  wasn’t  used  to  company  anymore    -   most  of  his  days  and  nights  were  spent  alone,  his  focus  locked  on  work.  The  flicker  of  disappointment  in  himself  crossed  his  face  for  a  second  before  his  expression  reset  to  its  usual  blank  calm.  This  time,  he  looked  at  her...  really  looked  at  her, as  he  took  another  quiet  drag  from  his  cigarette,  leaning  back  in  his  seat.  Whatever  was  going  on  in  his  head,  it  didn’t  show.  After  a  moment,  he  finally  spoke.    ]   You  don’t  date  people,  do  you?    [    He  hadn’t  seen  her  with  anyone  that  lasted  longer  than  a  night.  He  was  curious,  that  was  all.  Just  conversation.    ]     

Key word , 'almost' . You didn't marry her , so my point still stands .  [ the blonde sighed , glancing at Adan for a brief moment before going back to staring at nothing in particular . She wasn't surprised he was single , no one with even an ounce of self-worth would willingly put up with that . Or maybe he just treated her weirdly , who knows . Didn't make a difference either way . ]  Yeah ... yeah . Sounds about right .  [ she slowly nodded , agreeing with him even if their reasoning was completely different . ] 

/  plss

@acterror / ?

㇁ ㅤhi

@acterror 
            
            it's  my  dad,  he  killed  —  16  people.  although  that  number  is  up  in  the  air  the  police  think  it  was  more.  when  they  hear  my  name  they  instantly  think  of  him.  he  tried  to  kill  me  last.  but  i  got  away.  i  was  the  only  survivor,  the  only  one  who  lived  to  tell  the  tale.  ⁽  the  young  man  looked  to  the  side. ⁾  people  think  i  helped  him,  and  that's  why  he  let  me  live.

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @blccdshedz        [  ...  ]      What’s  that  about,  anyway?  You  killed  a  man  and  now  pretend  you're  innocent?    [    Whatever  it  was,  it  didn’t  scare  him.  Couldn’t.   Adan  had  taken  too  many  lives  for  that    -    it  had  become  routine.  He  didn’t  feel  anything  anymore.  No  empathy.  It  was  just  a  job.  Even  if,  sometimes,  the  lines  were   blurred.   ]       

@acterror 
            
            ⁽  it  was  more  paranoia  than  anything,  any  time  someone  glanced  in  his  direction  or  lingered  around  him  too  long  he  lashed  out  and   assumed  the  very  worst.  but  he  was  becoming  a  lot  better  at  holding  himself  back,  phasing  things  almost  like  a  joke.  ⁾  it's  because  im  not.  im  not  capable  of  hurting  you  or  anyone  else  for  that  matter.  

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @vltrumitpwr        [  ...  ]      Adan  felt  the  air  return  to  his  lungs  the  moment  he  stepped  back.  He  was  tense,  sure    -   but  it  wasn’t  fear.  It  was  adrenaline.  And  he  liked  it.  He  wasn’t  easily  rattled,  but  something  about  this  situation  got  under  his  skin  in  a  way  he  couldn’t  quite  name.  He  stared  at  him  as  he  spoke,  silent,  unreadable.  There  was  a  flicker  in  his  dull  eyes   -    a  spark.  But  it  vanished  the  moment  he  said,    '   you  can  shove  me  away  if  it  helps.  Hit  me.  I  can  take  you.    '   It  wasn’t  fear.  It  was  insult.  Like  Adan  needed  permission  to  lash  out.  Like  he  was  some  unstable,  emotional  mess  who  couldn’t  control  himself.  Like  the  guy  was  offering  him  power...  as  a  favor.  Adan  looked  away,  jaw  tight.  Took  one  last  drag  from  his  cigarette,  then  dropped  it  to  the  ground  and  crushed  it  beneath  the  heel  of  his  polished  shoe.     "   Enjoy  the  rest  of  your  night,    "   he  said  dryly,  walking  past  him  without  another  word,  heading  for  the  exit.    

*  nolan  didn’t  move  at  first,  just  watched  him  with  that  same  unreadable  calm,  like  he  was  taking  stock  of  every  word,  every  shift  in  adan’s  voice.  then,  slowly,  he  gave  a  nod,  barely  there.  *  good,  *  he  said,  voice  low  but  steady.  *  i’m  not  in  the  business  of  forcing  things.  i  don’t  chase  what  isn’t  mine,  and  i’m  sure  as  hell  not  here  for  that.  *  he  stepped  back  just  a  little,  enough  to  give  adan  space,  but  his  eyes  stayed  locked  on  him.  *  you  say  you're  not  interested,  not  in  the  way  i'd  want  you  to  be.  fine.  i  can  respect  that.  *  he  tilted  his  head  slightly,  the  edge  of  something  dry  curling  at  his  mouth.  *  but  be  honest  with  yourself,  at  least.  it’s  not  about  interest.  it’s  about  fear.  and  maybe  the  fact  that  someone  finally  saw  through  you  scares  the  hell  out  of  you.  *  he  paused,  not  pushing,  just  offering  the  words  like  a  quiet  observation.  *  you  can  shove  me  away  if  that  helps.  hit  me.  i  can  take  you.  

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @vltrumitpwr        [  ...  ]      Adan  watched  him  closely,  unmoving  as  he  stepped  closer.  Holding  his  ground  was  his  way  of  showing  confidence    -    like  he  had  the  upper  hand,  like  he  could  read  him.  He  was  certain  the  other  wouldn’t  follow  through.  But  then  he  said  it.  That  he  liked  the  tension.  That  he  was  curious.  Bored.  That  shifted  something.  Most  people  couldn’t  read  Adan  after  two  conversations...    hell,  some  never  could.  But  this  guy?  He  saw  right  through  him.  And  that  should’ve  been  unsettling.  It  wasn’t.  It  inturiged   Adan  even  more.  Was  he  that  obvious?  No...  it  couldn’t  be.  "   You’re  right.   "   he  said,  voice  flat  now,  the  amusement  gone  from  his  face.  "   I’m  not  interested  in  you    -    not  in  the  way  you’d  want  me  to  be.   "       

/  maybe 

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @milfnhoney        [  ...  ]      Adan  immediately  picked  up  on  the  distress  in  her  voice.  She  was  afraid...  of  someone.  But  it  wasn’t  his  problem.  He  had  a  job  to  do,  and  he  didn’t  need  her  to  lead  the  way.  He  could  manage  on  his  own.  Without  a  word,  he  turned  and  started  walking.  A  few  steps  in,  he  stopped.  He  could  leave  her  like  this.  He  almost  did.  But  something  about  it  didn’t  sit  right.  Adan  sighed,  annoyed  with  himself,  then  turned  back  and  walked  toward  her  again.  "  What’s  wrong?  Who’s  bothering  you?  "   He  studied  her  carefully.   "  Tell  me.  Maybe  I  can  help.  "   

@acterror
            
            / u missed it tho
            
            "Nono I mean-" Aiana looked around, almost nervous. "You shouldn't be here. I can't help you." She seemed to get more antsy as the seconds passed. Like she couldn't be seen with him. "I'm sorry just- go that way or something."

@acterror 
            
            Carmons facial expression was curious and on high alert. She didn’t seem really phased by the taller stranger but of course kept the caution in the air. “Well, you were staring. So I am /assuming/ it matters.” Carmons hands were now placed on her hips as she stared back at him, her blue eyes glistening almost. The atmosphere was tense almost.. 

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @prettysmilings      [  ...  ]        Adan  didn’t  respond  immediately.  He  stood  just  inside  the  doorway  of  the  dim  motel  room,  the  low  hum  of  a  vending  machine  buzzing  faintly  in  the  background.  His  expression  stayed  unreadable,  shoulders  relaxed,  but  his  mismatched  eyes  were  fixed  on  her  with  quiet  calculation.  His  gaze  dragged  over  her,  not  disrespectfully    -   but  like  he  was  assessing  whether  she  was  a  problem.   "  Who  i  am  doesn’t  matter.  I  won’t  be  staying  long.   "  He  didn’t  blink.  Just  waited  to  see  what  she’d  do  next.