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@lotuspetals86xx; klaus hargreeves.
the cold air of the nightly hours – or early morning, he wasn’t quite sure – was an ecstatic alteration to the stuffiness of the club they were currently stumbling out of. cook couldn’t remember the last time someone managed to keep up with him —– or he didn’t want to, rather, as the few names were some who were supposed to be long forgotten as their deaths laid in the past or they had been out of his life for so long he shouldn’t even wonder about them; wherever effy and naomi were nowadays. his head started to shake to rid himself of his own thoughts, digging into his pockets instead to find his lighter and cigarettes, taking one out himself before he offered the package to the true fucking hero of the night. “ ‘onestly? “ cook grinned; the haziness of his mind perfectly evident in the way his eyes had difficulties to focus. “ ‘m not even sure anymore you’re real. “ and with all the shit coursing through his veins, he wouldn’t be surprised his mind had just come up with someone to match his party style. “ if not – yeah? – fuck you !! ya could’ve told me. —– but if you are, you’re fuckin’ mad, man, and i love it. “
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@ghostsofmistakes; ellie miller.
“ so they were like zombies– “ cook concluded; not quite able to be bothered on whether or not that was a concept known in her universe. it was his explanation now to make sense of all of it; being long enough in this town you eventually needed ways to accept all the bullshit others would tell you about —– one thing which helped was finding similarities of their world in his own ( even if it was in fiction ) and the other was tucked between his lips in the form of a perfectly rolled spliff. “ –but mushrooms? “ he took a long drag of the joint before offering it to her, trapping the smoke in his lungs for a moment before he breathed it out within a laugh. “ i’mma ask you somethin’ very serious now, ells. ” which, considering that he rarely ever was – least of all when he was high – was already an absolute lie, “ anyone ever tried to smoke that shit? “
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@emervldroses; richie tozier.
" alright – “ the single word left his lips in a sigh; a stream of white smoke to underline the exertion he felt being stared at. it wasn’t incredibly unusual. cook had always had the tendencies to stick out of the crowd like a sore thumb either because he was loud or obnoxious or his temper got the worse of him —– but he would like to think he was acting socially acceptable, for once. he didn’t know that the fragile - looking kid he’d met during the lock - down, the girl he’d disappeared with the same night and this one were all in the same group of friends who’d all battled a clown with some similar features —– how the fuck would anyone ever guess that? “ – what is it? if ya wanna pick a fight – yeah? – pick one with someone you can win against. “
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@glcryxx; beverly marsh.
he liked to call it his sixth sense – the many years of experience he had within the wheeling and dealings of the drug business – which tingled whenever something was going on. his eyes had found the matching scene to his feeling, easily, finding no surprise in the familiarity of the seller —– but having to do a double - take at the vendee; a splatter of red hair disappearing in the shades, a somewhat familiar face which he knew if only briefly, but he had always had a good memory of those —– for better or for worse. leaning his shoulder against the wall besides him, he watched with silent amusement which spread only across his face, visibly, in the form of a crooked grin when she turned around to him. “ i’mma be ‘onest, babes, “ he spoke, taking a long drag from his cigarette for dramatic effect before he dropped it to the ground, gaze falling from her to the floor as he thoughtfully stepped on it. “ didn’t take ya for a cokehead. “ which wasn’t judging – how could he of all people? – except on one regard: “ should’ve said somethin’ !! we could’ve had even more fun together. “
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glcryxx; beverly marsh.
@scrcndxpity ben hanscom requested a closed interaction .
she had been up earlier than usual , although she barely got any sleep either way . sleep had been for the weak , at least in her mind , the last time she thought about it . the bags under her eyes were usually concealed with make up but today she decided to sport the darkened lines , focused on the canvas that was in front of her . upon receiving her memories , she got to endure the good ones , especially when the white powder was coursing through her veins . at the moment she was sober , although she had been intoxicated when she came up with the idea . one final sweep of the brush & she took a step back , smiling internally at the wonderful photo she managed to make come to life . the colours mixed together to make the sunset look beautiful , the front end of the boat just shown enough to prove that it had been a distinct memory of her time with ben after the ending of pennywise . the opening of the door caused beverly to turn around , bright smile finally moving onto her lips as a chunk of hair fell out of the messy bun behind her head , paint covering her hands & a few spots along her forehead , jawline & the ends of her plaid shirt . ‘‘ do you like it ? ’’ she asked , although a part of her already aware of the answer . ‘‘ the first sunset we watched together after we set sea ! i remember thinking it looked like cotton candy mixed with some licorice twists . ’’
half asleep still, despite the first few speckles of morning light shining inside through the blinds of his bedroom, his hand had reached out reflexively to the other side of the mattress, fingertips expecting to find his girlfriend; a sliver of bare skin to follow along the rim of her shirt until an arm around her waist pulled her closer; against his chest, to spend at least a few more moments holding onto his dreams —– except that she wasn’t there. a low grumble of disapproval left his throat, eyes reluctantly opening to scowl at the empty space besides him. their schedules just didn’t seem to want to match up as much as he’d have liked them to. no point to stay in bed, he got up, leaving the room shortly after and smiled with all the infinite fondness in the world at the sight of her, looking – tired; the worried voice in the back of his head called the evident lack of sleep out first – but genuinely happy, too. his eyes shifted; away from the art piece that was her to hers and he did not need the explanation to what moment in time it was to be reminded of the gentle breeze, the smell of the sea and perhaps the first time they managed to leave everything behind; all struggles and sorrows abandoned at shore as you could not risk extra baggage at sea. “ i love it, “ he whispered astonishedly, having radiated closer naturally until he stood behind her; able to look at the painting up close and – perhaps slightly more delighting – able to wrap his arms around her waist and rest his head next to hers. “ maybe we should go sailing again, “ he smiled, though finding his own distaste at the idea considering the unpredictability of the weather around here, “ or maybe we’re settling for the poolside for now. “ a warm amused chuckle rose in his chest at the more than just less artistic alternative and his head turned as if in the attempt to hide his own ridiculousness, but placing a kiss instead to her cheek. “ did you have a place in mind where you wanted to hang it? “ his eyes flickered to her face, brow furrowing briefly, “ and when did you get up to paint it? “
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decayent; callie adams foster.
a chill is sent down her spine as the air passes over the wound on her arm. callie’s certain that’s the reason, and it’s not because he’s got her in a compromising position, not his touch that invokes goosebumps along her skin as the proximity between them is less pronounced. callie sizes him up from where she stands, she doesn’t succumb to his movements, but rather keeps herself grounded and unflinching from the sudden invasion of personal space. she’s almost challenging his. her eyes slowly inspect his face as she has before, but this time she’s trying to predict his next move. but she never really has been good at that, has she ? understanding him. each time she thinks she’s close enough, she’s proven wrong. and she is again. no lingering stare could save her from that, no amount of mapping his face could prepare her. and for a second, there’s an aching turn in her stomach, almost disappointed when he pulls away from her once again. callie clears her throat, straightening what’s left of her shirt as the keys in her hand rattle. “ you didn’t think i was going to leave you out here alone, did you ? ” she counters with a roguish grin, her eyebrows raised before she returns to her objective. at last, the front door is open. she’s one step from the comfort of her home. she stands to the side to hold the door open for him, gesturing for him to enter. he was her guest, after all. even if he invited himself in before she was given the chance. “ after you. ”
there's a moment, brief and already fleeting, when muscle - memory almost makes it feel weird to pull away. he's never been the type to let go of the opportunity to flirt —– whether it be with the bride to be during her engagement party or knowing it’d break a girl’s heart, he’s never been good; at keeping his cheekiness to himself no less, but he’s drawing back without wasting a second thought on it now, smile stretched across his lips. “ didn’t think you had the chance, to be 'onest, “ his shoulders lift into a small shrug before he leans one of them against the wall , his gaze falling, slowly, along the line of her spine as he listens to the jingling of her keys turning inside the lock, “ i’ve got a reputation – right – to somehow always make it inside. “ and for once, he doesn’t even mean the many single nights he spent in a stranger’s bed because a one night stand, conveniently, meant a roof above his head —– he just happens to know how to make his friends, reluctantly or not, invite him to stay. he pushes himself off again, following her prompt to enter without any qualms and steers towards the couch immediately to throw himself at something comfortable; muscles relaxing as his body sinks into the cushions and he could feel their sigh of relief in his bones. “ you trust me, yeah? “ it’s a loaded question – one he would be bold enough to ask if he wanted to – but his head is nodding into the direction of her arm and he’s sitting up enough again to leave space for her to sit down next to him, “ can’t say i’m no doctor, but i reckon me two hands are ‘bout as good as you’d be with that one of yours. “ and if you tried to avoid all contact to hospitals, or anything official which registered your name, you learned rather quickly how to patch up even the nastier wounds.
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glcryxx; beverly marsh.
she lingers , allowing herself to simply stare at the man she knew she loved before finally letting herself untangle from his body to move towards the bedroom . she heard the door click behind her as she leaned against it , taking the deep breaths that were deemed necessary in that moment . it was a lot to take in , having to endure the bad with the good , but she knew dwelling on the bad would allow the bliss of happiness radiating her body to disappear . she had endless days to let the bad get to her , endless days to make the bad decisions that were looming over her head like a dark cloud to rain down upon her but tonight ? tonight she was going to let herself enjoy her time with the man she loved , a man that managed to save her more than once in her lifetime , & managed to still stand by her , with all his love & devotion when she couldn’t remember a single thing about their time together . she walked to the closet , pulling out an oversized t - shirt that would have to do for the night before she sneaked her way into the bathroom . turning towards the mirror , she let the haze of her drunken state slowly fade away , a soberness falling on her features as she saw the mascara that had run down her face & the blotched redness under her eyes , showing the irritation of her crying fit moments prior . her hands gripped onto the sides of the sink , looking down at the drain with a sense of fear but also a sense of satisfaction that she knew no voices would be entering her mind . knowing that eddie’s sacrifice would forever keep the world at peace & safe from the infamous pennywise the dancing clown . leaning down , she allowed her hands to gather up the cold water , a shockwave moving through her body as she splashed it on her face before repeating the gesture , enjoying the sensation that was rushing through her body . after a few moments of indulging in the coldness of the water , she dried her newly fresh face , sliding out of the clothing she had on & practically drowning herself in ben’s top . she made a neat pile in the corner , knowing she would head home in the early hours of the morning to properly shower & nurse her hangover . hand on the doorknob , she paused for a moment , reassuring herself that she was safe & the man on the other side of the door was indeed ben hanscom . opening & entering the rest of the home once again , she couldn’t help but finally let a small smile on her lips radiate towards ben , hands dropping to her sides & legs slightly rubbing together before she took a deep breath . ‘‘ so this is it , huh ? ’’ she asked quietly , red hair slightly stuck to her face still from the water she had splashed moments prior . ‘‘ this is our second chance ? our ——- our time to do things right ? ’’ did he want that ? her eyes asked the question she was too afraid to ask .
his smile carried the infinite warmth of reassurance as she stepped away from him to accept his plea of changing clothes into something which would not cause a cold or any type of illnesses and fevers; which eddie could probably tell them about now. ben didn't move, only his gaze following after her, until his bedroom door fell shut, breaking the lock of his eyes, and even then his body acted not as much on choice as it did on the opportunity to let himself drop onto the couch behind him, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as his face buried in his hands. it was a confusing mixture of emotions – exhaustion putting strain on his body, pure ecstasy beating his heart because beverly marsh remembered him and the dread which came with knowing what else remembering entailed, rising concern and infinite worry, all mixed with an undying love – and yet, he was certain he was the one getting off easy; caught off - guard and slightly overwhelmed. rubbing the tension off his face, ben pushed himself up with new determination getting some water for her and himself; to help sober up and swallow down the abundant feelings. he picked up an apsirin as well, leaving it in plain sight — just in case; she needed it in the morning. his attention easily shifted at the sound of the bathroom door, his head turning to look at her —– and she was saying something, quiet enough for his mind not to snap out of its dazzled state quite yet. red hair a small mess; sticking to a face with a worn out expression, the last remains of smudged make - up still reading that she had been crying – even if it had been blithely tears, in the end – and her frame cloaked by the dullness of one of his plain shirts, he found himself smiling without any effort, not knowing what good he had done in the world to ever deserve her. his eyes closed, only to be able to focus more on her, and his smile widened into the breath of a chuckle because it was such blatant question. “ i don’t think you and i need a second chance, “ he said, reaching out to offer his hand to her so he could pull her closer and brush the sticking hair out of her face, “ i’ve loved you right the first time. i don’t regret any of it. “ would he’ve liked the world to be different; without twenty - seven years of either pain or loneliness? of course, but he did not regret their story under its circumstances. “ this is just... an extension to our first one —– if you want to; “ his voice almost a little melodic, “ be my girl. “
#˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: ben hanscom#˙ ˖ ✧ — glcryxx; beverly marsh.#( shoutout to new kids on the block#for making it so easy to add their song titles to conversations )#clown cw
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glcryxx; veronica lodge.
to say she is disgusted would be an understatement . if he hadn’t opened his moth to say such vulgar words , veronica might have managed to grab onto his hand to drag him to the dance floor , allowing him to be her partner for the night . she doesn’t react with hesitation , the drink within her hand coats the other within seconds of his comment , a glisten of satisfaction lingering over her features . she looks at the drenched male in front of her , taking a few steps closer so that her voice would be heard . ‘‘ never talk to a lady like that . ’’ she said , turning her toes enough to show the heel that he was managing to almost insult . the heels that she wore with grace & many people would love the help her take off at the end of the night , of course with her approval of their overall stature . this male ? barely worth her time , but that wouldn’t stop veronica lodge from trying to educate such an un - educated human being . ‘‘ these heels that you are apparently so keen on insulting , would provide me with more pleasure then whatever you’re packing could . ’’ she said , using her eyes to look down towards the male’s legs before back up at him . ‘‘ insult me again , & that drink staining your clothing will be the least of your worries , pig . ’’
he would like to say the feeling of being drenched from one moment to the next was a new one he had never experienced before — but it wasn’t; in the same way it wasn’t something shocking and ground - breakingly devastating for a girl to do to him. his face was lacking a proper reaction as she stepped closer but her words caused a grin to stretch across his face, lips parting to let out a laugh. “ you really think you’re a lady? “ it was the most hilarious shit he’d heard before, “ is that what daddy told ya? ” his hand reached towards the back of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head without a care in the world to at least slightly dry himself of the drink thrown at him. “ tossin’ a drink? you’re a fuckin’ brat, that’s what that is. “ and certainly not one he was scared of when she tried to threaten him, the smile on his lips as he did not step away but closer, as well, because he’d not be found backing down, displaying it well enough —– he could play that game as well. “ no worries, love, i’d rather stick me dick in a garbage disposer than let it near someone like you. “
#˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: james cook#graphic cw#( kinda? )#( idk what to tag that )#( also blessed day to yu my
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decayent; harry osborn.
@scrcndxpity sent : “ you need to drink more. and no, i don’t mean more alcohol. ”
“ jesus, you sound like bernard. ” or maybe a few of the tabloids back home. his name printed on the headline about some absurdities he’d apparently gotten involved with by having a few glasses of wine. that was hardly the beginning of it, but harry scoffs at the idea now. he figures he must’ve looked twice as bad as he feels, bed - head and all. surprisingly not from a hangover, just another restless night plagued by unusual dreams. “ i’ll take you up on that glass of water, though. if you’re offering. ”
he doesn’t know who bernard is, obviously, but the one thing ben can unbiasedly say is that he sounds like a guy worth listening to. “ it’s an acrostic, “ ben says, smile in his voice, “ the b in our names stands for being there whether you want us to or not. “ he, for one, knows he cannot help but offer his help to someone who looks a little worse for wear. “ of course, i’m offering, “ he agrees, “ you do look like you could need one. are you sure you’re alright? “
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cordibvs; caroline forbes.
HER STATEMENT HAD BEEN NAUGHT MORE THAN A SNARKY COMMENT , but his response was good regardless . she didn’t entirely agree with him , but it gave her ammo for her next statement . “ and you really think they’d do the same for you ? wow , you’re delusional . or maybe just naive . every man for himself in this world , kid . the sooner you learn that , the sooner you realize your FRIENDS would probably drop you if you weren’t useful in some way . ” she shrugged , grinning over at him like a cat at its prey . “ i bet you’re the pretty one . am i right ? ”
raw surprise washed over his face as he found himself, suddenly and all the more unexpectedly, found with a tone of harshness in her voice; sharp like the edges of a knife willing to pop the bubble he had surrounded himself in —– except that reality was difficult to pop. “ two of them already did, “ ben said; sternly not to defend himself but them and the true sacrifices they had made. even if they’d turned out to be temporary now, they’d never be forgotten. “ i’m sorry you don’t know what true friendship is like. “ but, to be frank, he wasn’t really surprised if she had an attitude like this. his teeth pressed together; jaw clenching for a brief moment, because he still didn’t like that; comments on his appearance whether they were the good or the bad kind. yet, he smiled or forced himself to: “ i believe i’d give that title to my girl friend. “
#˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: ben hanscom#( i mean i love it#but he's a dumb dumb#c:aroline is absolutely right lmao )#death mention cw
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cordibvs; betty cooper.
COOK HAD BEEN INTERESTING TO TALK TO , and it had sent betty running back for more riveting conversation . he was honest in a way most were afraid to be , and she appreciated that . “ well , there’s no such thing as a perfect person . you can be a great person without being innocent . people are capable of change , or sometimes people just make MISTAKES . ” she shrugged , lips pursed . “ then again , that depends on if you believe people are born good or evil . that changes the entire debate . ”
it was a question cook had had a long time to ponder about — whether it was something you lost one day along with the chance of ever being good or good again if you were bold enough to say you ever were it. his eyes narrowed; wandering slowly across her face as he let her words resonate inside his head. “ betts, i’m startin’ to think there’s somethin’ royally fucked about ya, “ he stated; without judgement. if anything the people who weren’t quite alright were exactly his kind. “ or about someone you know. “ his eyebrows rose in the silent question of who, which he did not expect an answer to. “ you ain’t born anything but an useless lump of meat. “ an understanding of good and evil was drilled into you, he’d always believed that and he smiled, because even if he didn’t it wouldn’t change much for his point of view. “ doesn’t change it though, does it? it’s not the others who’ll get blamed for messin’ with ya if you’ve been done messin’ shit up on your own — it’s you, and honestly? i don’t quite believe you ever get back from that. “
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glcryxx; veronica.
the pounding of the music , the way her outfit managed to show her curves & sparkle underneath the lights . it all gave her an euphoria that she allowed herself to forget about the hell hole she had managed to wake up in . the only benefit of being locked in this town , was that she had betty cooper on her arm almost every day . taking the last sip of her beverage , she found herself back at the bar , dabbing her forehead as she giggled at the group of friends that were still dancing themselves into a happy state , ordering another drink . she was halfway to the dancefloor when she felt the liquid hit her legs & move towards her shoes , gasping loudly that it was still heard over the music . ‘‘ are you fucking kidding me ? ’’ she said through clenched teeth , looking towards the victim of her hard gaze , thankful that it wasn’t beer that coated her favourite pair of heels . ‘‘ you are so lucky they are not gucci . now get the hell out of my face , you neanderthal ! ’’ turning her gaze , she connected with another , annoyance still on her face . ‘‘ can i help you ? ’’ she hissed , manicured nails gripping tightly to her glass .
the nightlife basically framed cook’s entire existence; the vast majority of his stories finding either their beginning or their end on the bottom of a drink inside of a pub or club. it was profitable, shockingly even with one hand always holding a just refilled drink, while the other was making its usual secret illegal deals —– or mischievously lingered elsewhere; to wrap a hot girl around his little finger. he had been examining the crowd for, truth be told, either one of the options when his attention had easily been drawn to the odd one out making a fuss about absolutely nothing. he couldn’t really blame her. if anyone knew how to be the cunt who blew up at someone for no reason whatsoever it was him —– but at least ( if one could see it in such positive light ) he’d always done in with the knowledge and expectation that the person he approached would treat him like one. instead of feasting on the delusion that he royalty with his gucci or non - gucci – who gave a shit? – shoes. “ fuckin’ christ, babes, “ his expression wavered; to one of mild amusement , unfazed, meeting her annoyed one, “ do you need help? sounds like ya got the stick of your heel all the way up inside your arse. ’s the last time ya got laid that long ago? “
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tvkingchvnces; sirius.
@scrcndxpity said: “ um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection. ” said by cook to sirius
Sirius’ brow was raised as he looked at the other, mouth slightly agape. He’d heard of emotional support cats and owls, sure, but a knife collection? Not exactly something you hear about often. “ I don’t think that’s a thing… “ He replied slowly, for once at a loss for words.
it was admittedly not cook's most quick-witted response to the question why he had perhaps an extraordinary amount of knives, but it was the answer he rolled with nonetheless. his head turned slightly to look at the other with an expression of feigned taken offence. " and you're the emotional support expert, are ya? " he asked, eyes narrowing into a frown, " the fuck's a pup going to do for me? piss in me car on a long drive —– bullocks to that !! that's not supportive. "
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calcmitics; effy stonem.
showing emotion had never come easily to the girl , & so the confusion of the strangers utterance of her name shows only in the slight furrow of brows . “ it’s effy “ she corrects simply , taking the freshly lit cigarette between soft lips for a yearned for drag as lids flutter shut in comfort , the pierce of blue hues suddenly replaced with the gloom of dark shadows which decorate her eyes . it’s only then , after a momentary relief that she’ll address the male again , “ — do i know you ? “ .
effy denies him of an answer , for more reasons than one . she’s hardly considered a big talker , and so there’s no justification for such explanations for someone she’s only just met . that , and the fact that she’s no memory of how she got here , only that she’s been here for as far as her memory recedes . hues flicker , & glance over the sketch on coarse hands . “ cook ? “ curious thoughts prevail , and the words falls from lips with an airiness about it . what effy hadn’t expected was the familiarity as it rolled from her tongue with ease , the inkling that she’s heard it once , or maybe twice , before . a feeling that she’d rather not linger on . “ what’s that supposed to mean then ? “
he had never been the type of person to live in the past – it was dead and buried; fucked up in a way where remembering was rarely if ever something good – but even cook could not deny the glimmer of nostalgia glinting in the depths of his chest right now. he can feel it and winning, even against his stubbornness, it’s bringing a smile to his lips —– although, she’s taking the mick out of him, or so he thinks. “ oh fuck off, yeah? i won’t be relivin’ that day. you might’ve not been scared but you scared the shite outta me. “ the boy she’d once admired for his bravery, finally finding its limits in her. there was an irony to it, wasn’t there?
the silence allows him a moment to stare, as blunt and shamelessly as he would, and maybe it’s not nostalgia – can you be nostalgic for a past you didn't live? “ come on, princess, “ his voice carries a fondness despite the nuance of irritation hiding within it as well, “ cut the act !! you know what it means. you know who i am, i am fuckin’ cook. “
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@lcvespclls; anakin.
“ are monsters born or created? ”
it’d always been difficult, to say only the very least, to leave james cook to fall into silence. he was loud and obnoxious, his presence rarely ever one which went unnoticed. if he didn’t speak it was the flicking sound of his lighter or the stench of cigarette smoke in the air which called his arrival out for him. however, now there was nothing following a question he’d too already pondered and not really found his solution for. “ i want to say created – right, “ and his lips pulled into a shark - toothed smile, “ but that just sounds like somethin’ monsters would say, don’t it? like a fuckin’ excuse you weren’t born right. “ but the opposite seemed to be just the same; those who ruined you pushing their fault away to something they couldn’t change. “ basically, i don’t know shit, mate, “ cook lifted his shoulders, head turning to the other to look at another monster —– at least, he figured no one ever asked such question if they didn’t feel just a little bit shit about themself as well. “ ‘m not even quite convinced i know what a monster is either these days. “
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@hcnestum; scott.
“ how do you destroy a monster without becoming one? ”
there was an almost fatherly expression on ben’s just as young as the other’s looking face. he didn’t know whether he’d actually ever managed to wonder the same – smart but not smart enough a child to wonder whether killing something bad truly made killing itself suddenly good, and having lived enough of his life, when he came back, to know that he was not evil – but he understood the worry nonetheless. “ it’s all about who you are, “ ben said, his voice warm and genuine, “ and who you want to be. no monster has ever wondered how it can stop itself from becoming one. people can do bad things without being bad people. “
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@cordibvs; betty.
❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞
his expression didn’t read anything as he looked at her then; eyes slowly following the lines and features of her face as he wondered, perhaps a little too paranoid, whether the statement was but a general one or something which did not just come out of the blue. “ yeah? “ the flicker of a smile flashed across his lips, as he took a single leisurely step towards her, head lowering slightly to look her in the eyes, “ is that what your stories taught ya? or is it naivety? “ his question wasn’t quite as mocking as one might think it to be; instead a bold phrasing of his genuine curiosity. even naive people had to know when they were being blind. “ what makes ‘em good then? what draws the line? “
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