⠀ ⠀feel⠀ ⠀your⠀ ⠀𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴⠀ ⠀ ﹠. ⠀ ⠀your⠀ ⠀𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴⠀ ⠀ ﹠. ⠀ ⠀ your⠀ ⠀* https://teapawt.net/t.co/fFNG49L3IG⠀——when⠀ ⠀ they⠀ ⠀ all⠀ ⠀ l͟ie ⠀ ⠀ will⠀ ⠀ you⠀ ⠀ 𝚛emember⠀ ⠀ 𝘮𝘦?
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".. 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦." a white lie. one that pulls an odd grin from the man ; his head now turning away, gaze running over the walls of the church ——— dull and 𝘧lat. his hand remains, however,
loosely pinched against other’s attire, almost as if forgetting it lingered all together. "i .. try and help where i can. 𝘸𝘩𝘰 i can." he remembers blood soaking his gloves, so much so that it
dex’s hand twitches in his pocket, nails loosely toying with felted cloth and lint. 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 .. when had he last felt her cold hand on his nape?
watching this priest before him offer him a sense of 𝑟econciliation … it’s all truly 𝑑rab, isn’t it? ——the smile on his face flickers for a moment, turning 𝑠trained. unrealistic. "most people call me dex."
⠀ @sacrpints.
words earn the flicker of gaze from her eyes, lips, then down to manicured hands .. faint, the scars. barely noticeable. [doesn’t comment that a couple look to be 𝑏eyond cat scratches. a fighter, is she?]
just grateful to be inside." though it’s at her next words - softer, a little more 𝘷ulnerable - that gets him to truly brighten. head tilting, suddenly looking a lot 𝑠harper under warm lights. "attached to
".. got overtime." a simpler way to say he’s been given the work of superiors that believe him to be easy prey. [if only they knew …] a 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 - that he possesses so͟me restraint. "can’t leave even
if i wanted to." lets another derisive snort leave him, merely putting more of his weight upon connor’s side ——— a headache steadily persisting, ever present. "-and 𝘺𝘰𝘶? if not a need to recharge don’t you,
rolling a cigarette between pointer and thumb, frowning 𝑑eeply. he doesn’t smoke. a higher—up had offered it to him and, with 𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 gratitude, he’d accepted it. it was the polite thing to do, after all.