Tag: blue-eyed man
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Stop Struggling
“I see,” she began, looking at the cards, “wow. That’s… That’s a lot of conflict.” Navy blue eyes glanced up, met a pair so cerulean, she had to glance away, for fear of being burned. “You gotta lotta, uh. Hm. Shit, dude, I feel bad charging you for this one.” Blue-eyes snorted, shaking his head.…
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Just Breathe
“Just breathe,” the dark-eyed woman said, leaning close, looking her over for bullet holes and broken bones. “Just breathe. You fell through a convergence tear into the middle of a gang war. I’m pretty sure you–” “Shut up shut up shut up just fucking shut up, where IS he?” the younger woman asked. “Where —…
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Dialogue is fun
“Lighter? Check. Smokes? Check. Hair? Check.” “You check your bloody hair? What, it’s gonna fucking leave?” “Shut it, Mr. Adjusts Himself While He’s Standing And I’m Sitting. What, it’s gonna fucking leave?” “It’s not the same thing!” “It’s at EYE-LEVEL.” “…only if you’re right down low, innit?” “…” “…what?” “On a scale of one to…
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Payback
“Why are you always running?” The words weren’t particularly cruel, but they stung anyway. She tossed her head, blowing a stream of air up against her eyebrows, struggling to get her hair unstuck from her face, but all she managed to do was loose the sweat droplet clinging there. It ran down and spread against…
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Every Time, For Him
It was easy to get caught up in the minutiae, easy to think of what she did, day to day, as the important stuff, when in fact it was the overarching pattern she’d wanted to accomplish. She didn’t do it for herself. She didn’t do it for anyone that might end up saved or grateful.…