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โ €the โ €brave โ €may โ €not โ €live โ €foreverห โ €but โ €the โ €cautious โ €do โ €not โ €live โ €at โ €all.
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โ € ๐’พ never forgot you. the words feel like acid ใ€poured directly into freshly torn open wounds. bloody and bubbling ใ€dripping down his skin and collecting in a pool at his feet. he hadnโ€™t even realized how fucking badly heโ€™d needed to hear it ใ€a breath of salty air .. โ €
Jesus . . . [No witty one-liner. None of his trademark sarcastic flair that he generously dished out to mask the foul aftertaste that lingered in his mouth. That would be guilt, bitter and repulsive. Was he not able to stay as composed as he did now, heโ€™d retch.]
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โ € .. voice will break. itโ€™s humiliating ใ€and he swallows around the lump lodged in his throat. forcing out a laugh as he hooks an arm around the agentโ€™s shoulders ใ€crushing him into a hug that just so happens to obscure his face from vision. โ€œ sappy bastard. were you .. โ €
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โ € .. always like this.แฃ โ€ but he canโ€™t hide the gratitude in his voice ใ€relief seeping in at the edges. two decades of stolen time ใ€but for just a second ใ€he feels thirty again. young and invincible ใ€๐‘’xcited for the future. โ €
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โ € show off. mike snorts ใ€keen eyes following the motion of pen on paper โ€” hand snapping up to pluck paper craft from mid-air. leaning back in his chair ใ€unfurling it to skim over message before a theatrical gasp escapes him. three-fingered hand pressed to his chest. โ €
[Leon dodges the aerial assault as if it were a knife thrown at him by an enemy on the field, catching the paper plane in his hand. His decades of experience all came down to this moment.]
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โ € the act is undercut slightly by his ensuing snickering ใ€but itโ€™s the thought that counts. flipping leon the bird as he scribbles out a response ใ€a godawful doodle of leonโ€™s face with arrows pointing to his hair โ€” โ€˜๐’ธhoppedโ€™ and โ€˜chudโ€™ alongside a few squiggles that .. โ €
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โ € .. could reasonably be interpreted as stink-lines and flies. he giggles as he throws it back ใ€staring unabashedly as he waits for a response. โ €
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โ € mike would be the first to admit heโ€™s always been a touchy guy. physical affection comes easier than words ใ€conveying sentiment in a way he often struggles to verbalize. filling empty space with something tangible ใ€buying him desperately needed time to gather his .. โ €
ใ…คใ…ค Caught in the arms of a man he had already buried in every way that mattered, Leon feels the world lurch beneath him. Not enough to fall, just enough to remind him that certainty has never been worth much. Mike gathers him close with the easy, unthinking && ใ…คใ…ค
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โ € .. over the mic. promises unfulfilled ใ€unbridled excitement over the idea of getting the hell out of that place. how close it had been ใ€before slipping from his fingers. he doesnโ€™t intend to have a repeat performance ใ€and theyโ€™ve got a decadeโ€™s worth of lost time to .. โ €
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โ € .. make up for. โ €
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โ € hey ใ€you said it โ€” not me. ( the quips come naturally ใ€even as disgust curdles in his gut ; sliding a hand through chestnut waves โ€” the telltale ๐“ˆquelch of gore making upper lip curl. itโ€™s one thing to see it from a birdโ€™s eye view ใ€another entirely to be crusted in .. โ €
oh, you think you're so fucking ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต. ( The last creature lunges towards herโ€”sharp teeth and deafening screeches. Jill grabs her tactical knife and stabs it on the neck, shoulder, chest, warm blood spilling and splashing all over her face. She growls; pushing it +
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โ € ( a snort ใ€and he shakes off as much ichor from his hand as possible ใ€wiping the rest on torn denim โ€” scarred hand held out to shake. ) michael hernandez ใ€but everybody jusโ€™ calls me mike. united states strategic command ใ€not tryinโ€™ to step on any toes. โ €
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โ € just got ๐“‡eal unlucky ใ€ainโ€™t even on duty โ€” job has a habit of followinโ€™ you whether you want it to or not. โ €
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โ € โคท .อŸ.อŸ.อŸ โ €
in another universe, i never ran from you. i stopped the bitterness from entering my bones, and i learned not to bite as much. in another universe i don't have to miss you.
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