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miracle incoming

who: ren + @blakemadden + @le0davis when: wee hours of the morning, may 15, 2022 what: in which blake doesn’t know that her best friend and her baby daddy used to date, and ren just found out that her best friend and her ex are having a baby, and leo doesn’t know that his ex is besties with his mistress OR that he’s having a baby at all. fun!

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blakemadden​:

Blake wasn’t a hard person to scare and right now she was terrified by Leo, not to mention the look in his eyes. The grip on her arm faded into the background compared to that because he looked….so angry. Like it was down in the depth of his soul and it made the woman shrink back slightly even before he’d let go of her. When he finally did her bicep was throbbing from the force. Still for some reason she wasn’t willing to let him just back away from her even on this busy underground train, taking a careful step forward towards him now she had some autonomy in her limbs. “Why…why would you grab me like that? I’ve never done anything to you.” Her voice was just loud enough for Leo to be able to hear her even of the din of the train going through the tunnel, her eyes imploring. After all the man in front of her was the father of her child, whatever she’d just told him, and god knows what he might have done if she had admitted the truth. It made her think in the immediate aftermath that she had done the right thing by lying to him, even though by her very nature lying was something the woman never liked doing in the first place.

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When Blake approached him again, he took a half step back as a precaution. It was clear that didn’t trust himself. “I know, I’m—” he shook his head, feeling the fear that his anger cloaked itself with. He looked at her and saw how her beautiful face was contorted with fear. “Please, forgive me, I couldn’t have had the child be mine.” He panted now, feeling his mouth grow drier in the humid train. His brown eyes wide and his hands were tighten with in fists and he wrestled with his emotions. “It would kill my wife. Despite how I’ve treated her— I — don’t want to hurt her.” He sucked in a breath and shook his head. “She can’t know who I am.” One of his fists met with his quad, in the beats of his words, emphasizing the desperation he felt.

the wound man

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COCKED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TO THE SIDE.  he took the woman’s words as a compliment, even if he hadn’t been expecting them.  ❝I don’t think everyone would agree with you there, but most of them are … stuck up in their ideas and morals.  People who are willing to look past that tend to think I’m pretty smart though.❞

HE KNEW HIS STUFF.  he knew weapons, he knew how to kill.  You could put him in an empty room and he could still come up with three ways to murder someone else.  At least.  People like Jimbo wouldn’t appreciate that.  Or Slim Jim would pretend he didn’t appreciate it because he’s ❛morally❜ ❛superior❜.  Whatever that was supposed to mean.  ❝ It certainly fits you well.  Looks like it was something you were meant to have.  And in this town, you can’t ever be too careful when it comes to protecting yourself.  Most things take it as a - stay outta my way and I’ll stay outta yours.  But sometimes things get weird. ❞

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With a small laugh, Yennefer shook her head in amusement, “Yes, well, most people tend not to agree with me on many of my standpoints. No surprise there.”

While she absently examined the other weapons on the table, she thought on his words. How were people here managing to unknowingly spew things that boiled down to be about destiny? Even if it was a figure of speech, Yennefer was starting to hate the idea of ‘meant to be,’ even with something as minute as a blade. It didn’t crush her spirits too much, as she was much too pleased with her find. 

His advice made well enough sense; it was similar to how certain cities were back on The Continent. People were still people, after all. Her hands retreated from the weaponry, and fingers tapped against the edge of the counter, “You sound like you speak from experience. What sort of weird?”