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[deathscalling-blog]

A single brow arched as his eyes wander over the horrific scene, disbelieving, but not unsure of what he’s seeing. He’s not surprised - not really amused either.

             “This is a fucking disaster.”

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[sincerelytheonlynevada]

Starter| Rach & Azaiah

Why are you sitting in the dark?

#imnotentirelypsychotic #imnotentirelypsychoticremastered

[agentunorthodox-blog]

Dean didn’t always play by the books. He was rather reckless and impulsive, doing whatever he thought was necessary to get the job done-- whether his methods were unorthodox or not. In doing so, he broke more laws than he had ever upheld, and endangered himself more often than not. Still, he never thought that he would end up here. 

The behavioral science division of the federal bureau was bustling with overworked agents. With this latest case on their hands, it seemed that everyone was busy with something or another.  Dean himself had been doing some research in the bullpen just moments before he had been summoned to the directors office. He could only assumed that this meeting was over his latest mishaps- or perhaps it was over the slack of paper work pilling up on his cluttered desk.  Either way, he assumed that he was in troubled. 

With his sarcastic and playful demeanor, Dean was rarely ever nervous. However, at the moment he was feeling quite uneasy about the situation. Perhaps it was over the fact that he had never actually met Azaiah Wyatt. Although with the rumors he has heard of the man, he already felt like he knew him. “You wanted to speak to me, Mr. Wyatt?” He asked with a nervous smile as he rested his hands within the pockets of his slacks to hide his slight tremor. From where he was standing, he couldn’t make out the other man’s full features, but he was younger then what Dean expected. 

The vision of an old wrinkled slave driver disappeared from his mind immediately. 

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[professionalbaba]

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex (bbys)

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

#imnotentirelypsychotic #//ladies and gentlemen this is the gayest you will see leon get with a man thus far omfg// #//mY OTP// #meme; shippy things #questions questions questions

[deathscalling-blog]

Under construction still.

I’m too lazy at the moment to fix up my theme and muse information. Will do in time. 

#imnotentirelypsychotic #occ #iloveyou

[sincerelytheonlynevada]

No Improvement

He waits at the doors leading into the visitation room, waiting. The psychiatric hospital is normally closed during these late hours, but one man is prolonging his departure. It was almost routine at this point. Azaiah would spend all day with her. Emily was her name. She was mostly unresponsive to his attempts to lure her into casual conversation, but that didn't stop him from trying. She was suffering from severe psychological trauma, from what he could gathered from her medical files. It certainly explained her behavioral issues that was for sure. When Azaiah finally gave up, he made room for him to exit the room. After  checking on the patient one last time, he followed the man out. “She’s still showing no sign of improvement.” The doctor said regretfully. 

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[professionalbaba]

imnotentirelypsychotic

Azaiah sees the scowl, but it doesn’t discourage the smirk that sets across his features. He seems amused despite the others worry, and a faint crease appears between his brows as he lets out a low chuckle. It’s a familiar laughter, though it’s lacking in its eerie undertone- no longer on the borderline of hysteria and mania. “Is this disapproval? ” he muses with an underline of mockery, and he leans against the door arch that he’s standing in to get comfortable.

He crosses his arms, and stares at Leon.

The look on Leon’s face is as clear as if reading it on paper. Even if Azaiah couldn’t read body language, that look could be distinguished. And, where had he been? That was a good question, and a reasonable one at that. Though, Azaiah didn’t have an appropriate answer. Perhaps it was too personal to share with the agent. They had a fine line between them that just couldn’t be crossed- a understandable boundary, just like the one involving his….feelings. Somethings just couldn’t be discussed freely. Something tells him that his gradual fall into insanity was one of them.

Heh, and when have you ever been sane?

A bitter smile takes the place of his smirk, and it’s tight around the edges of his mouth as if forced. A frown appears, though it’s short lived- replaced instead with a look of contemplation. Slowly his gaze rises from the floor to peer upon Leon, and a familiar sight of the agent sitting behind a desk greets his stare. The room is dull, with only a desk lamp to light the space between them. It illuminates on Leons features, and Azaiah doesn’t realize his misses this,

He misses Leon.

When has he gotten so soft?

"Are you not glad to see me?" He asks, strangely enough he’s not teasing this time. He’s not joking either.

    Leon easily detects that familiar look of amusement on the others face. Even when the agent sent him a scowl. It seemed Azaiah hadn’t changed much from the last time they had seen each other, Before he went missing off the face of the earth. Almost as if he had just dropped off the radar. A soft scoff is replied at Azaiah’s words. Eyes rolling faintly as he shook his head. ”Maybe.

   A silence fell about the office. Lingering eyes curiously watch the younger man as he leaned up on the door way. In such a manner Leon remembered well. Even a little too well. In fact there were many things that were memorable about the other. Body language, expressions, tone of voice. Aza himself was a book to be deciphered in Leon’s eyes, but slowly there were words coded into something the agent could actually read. But it was only the smallest of knowledge that he had.

   The agent gives a soft sigh. Gaze shifting down to the surface of his desk. Gently he pushes his papers into a small pile, his pen resting atop them as he rests back in his seat. Offering his full attention to the back standing to the opposite side of the room. Showing the other that he’d be willing to set work aside to actually speak with him. No distractions.

   ”—-I am.” Leon replied. Shortly after the younger man’s questioning. The agent had actually missed Azaiah. Much more then he would care to admit. Gently his head nods. ”I’m glad to see your in one piece…”

#imnotentirelypsychotic #//SORRY THE ASK SAID NO WHEN I TRIED TO REBLOG IT.// #//IS THIS OKAY TO DO?// #replies;

[professionalbaba]

LEOOOOONNNN~

   The agent turns his attention to the familiar voice. He would actually give the other a welcoming grin, but instead there is a soft scowl. A looking upon his features asking clear as day, Where the hell have you been? Seeing how the other had upped and went M.I.A. months ago. Didn’t even bother to give Leon a heads up.

   Azaiah was a grown man and could live his life however he wished, but the agent couldn’t help but grow weary about the other’s whereabouts and well being. Was this something he would openly preach to the younger man? Of course not.

    ”Well look at what the cat dragged in.”

#imnotentirelypsychotic #//aka leon is asking #what the hell is wrong with you #do you know how worried i was #you asshat #// #questions questions questions;

[sincerelytheonlynevada]

NotSorry

"What happens if I try to flatter you, Mr. Wyatt?"

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