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Saga Anderson ([personal profile] viking_seer) wrote2024-02-24 03:28 am
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"Anderson here. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Thanks."
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[personal profile] hostileterritory 2024-09-17 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Watch a movie or something. Why does the very idea of that feel so strange. Why does absolutely everything feel so strange, why isn't the empty doing its fucking job, why can he feel whatever the tightness in his chest is so fucking acutely.

His eyes drop back to the file as she picks it up and he considers taking it and scattering the pages across the barge. At least then he'd be able to do something.

But he's-- frozen, as thoroughly as he was when he tried to kill Arthur. Except its internal now. Not physical. And that's worse.
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[personal profile] hostileterritory 2024-09-17 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks at her like he forgot she was there.

Valentine. Caleb used to call him that. It was a private joke between them, a camouflaged bit of affection no one would think twice about.

His smile is clearly forced, as hard as he's trying to make it look natural.

"Yeah, I'm all good."
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[personal profile] hostileterritory 2024-09-17 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yeah, I think, uh, I'm going to go spend some time at the gym."

Punching things sounds good. Punching things sounds excellent in fact.
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[personal profile] hostileterritory 2024-09-18 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." He says it while looking at her like she's going to swallow him whole.

David clears his throat and tries to steady himself.

"Thank you."
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[personal profile] hostileterritory 2024-09-18 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry. There it is again.

He nods at her back. "Yes ma'am."

And then he exits, quickly, to go throw up in the nearest empty bathroom.