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Leo
His eyes slid shut for a moment. Two. Then he forced them open again. “I think she’s no danger us. I also think we could all use that chair and ice, and maybe a cup of tea.”
He scanned the alley around them, noting the flickering highlights and target boxes. The police would not doubt mark this as a crime scene, what with all the tire marks and blood. He stifled a groan.
“Come on. We won’t be getting there faster by standing around here.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkBarnes
Barnes helped hold Rory up, performing efficiently, although her shoulder was still pretty torn up. She let Leo lead the way, and soon enough they were out of the tightly packed back alley and heading up the dark street toward a new area of buildings.
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Fork the GorkI will 100% return to the kitchen conversation once all of this drama is straightened out, I promise. đđ
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Ha!!! That is so good! That is just perfect! Yup, that’s how his brain works. Barnes is a little to close to the life Rory knows. He doesn’t know what to do with Leo, so he’s wound up trusting him.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Ror has no idea where we’re going, so one of you will have to RP
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
OK IâM FINALLY GOING TO SIT DOWN AND ACTUALLY WRITE A RP!
I donât know where we left off with our charries and I havenât written from Lukasâs POV or even the WIP heâs in for AGES, so letâs just see how this goes. đ¤Ł
Lukas
âIs this normal?â
Everton shot Lukas a raised eyebrow look. âIs what normal?â
âMe being so concerned about my appearance. Itâs weird.â He ruffled the dark curls that just barely brushed the top of his forehead.
Ev laughed. âIâm glad youâre finally coming around. The hair has always been important.â He demonstrated by running his fingers through his own and shooting a wink a few passing young ladies. They only gave him weird looks and kept walking. âOk, maybe that was a bad example.â
Lukas ignored Evâs ramblings, his eyes roaming the courtyard for a familiar swath of blue. Livia wasnât exactly easy to miss.
Ev removed Lukasâs hand from where it played with the curls by his temple. âJust chill, bro. Youâll be fine. Sheâs your friend, itâs not like youâre about to ask her to marry you or anything.â
Lukasâs cheeks flamed bright red at the thought. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes met Livâs from across the courtyard. She waved. He managed a goofy wave in return.
âGo get âem bro.â Ev slapped Lukas on the back and disappeared into the crowd of milling students.
âHey, Liv.â
Liv?!?! Weâve only known each other for a little bit. Is it okay for me to call her by her nickname? And why did my voice have to crack AGAIN???
Lukas cleared his throat and hoped the red from his cheeks had at least mostly disappeared.
Write what should not be forgotten. â Isabel Allende
Leo
Shadows puddled in the space between streetlights, leaving most of the walk in semi darkness. Few people were out; a sandy haired man on his way home from work, a taxi driver asleep in his seat, a band of students with loud laughter and brightly painted tennis rackets. Easy to avoid, easy to forget.
No sign of the agent creeps.
The metal stair case echoed their footsteps all the way to the third floor. Leo fished out his keys and fit them into the door on the right. It stuck for a moment, drawing a muttered humph from Leo until the tumblers turned and the door creaked open.
“Welcome to my current home.” He used them in, closing the door and reaching for the lamp. Warm yellow light flooded the room.
Silvia sat curled up with Quincy asleep on her lap, her hair, loose in damp waves, tumbled over the back of the couch. She blinked owlishly up at them and frowned.
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Rory
Rory was surprised by how relieved he felt at seeing Quincy and Silvia. He let go of Rory and moved toward the couch and quietly dropped to his knees, reaching out a hand to stroke Quincy’s head. He looked up, his eyes finding Silvia’s. “Is he alright?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Barnes
Barnes closed the door. She took off her boots by the entrance rug, and folded up her coat before speaking quietly. “May I use the kitchen to make warm drinks, Leo?”
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Silvia
She dragged her stare away from the mystery lady and to Rory in front of her. He looked…battered. she felt her frown intensified by approximately 3.5 degrees.
“He’s fine. You, however…well, I hope the other guy looks at least as bad.”
Leo
He glanced up from removing his shin guards and smiled.
“Sure. There’s tea in the hutch by the stove. You’ll find the water kettle on top.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkRory
Rory studied Silvia curiously. He had never had someone look at him like that. She was frowning, but she wasn’t angry. It was something else. He couldn’t quiet decided what it was. It was like the way Leo looked at him in the church. Like she actually cared weather he lived or died. Like it mattered if he was hurt or in pain.
âHeâs fine,” Silvia said, and Rory felt relief sweep over him. Silvia continued. “You, howeverâŚwell, I hope the other guy looks at least as bad.â
Rory blinked. “I’m sorry?” He licked his lips carefully. “Was there something I was supposed to do? Orders weren’t clear at the moment….” he trailed off. What’s wrong with me? There weren’t any orders.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Barnes
In the kitchen, Barnes set the tea water to simmer. The kettle started whistling almost immediately, and Barnes quickly put together four cups of tea and a cup of juice she had found in the ice box.
Coming back into the living room, she set the tray on the coffee table and settled down on a corner armchair, a slightly notable distance away from the rest of the group.
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