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by #amour. 18+. roleplay.
Joined May 2016
someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.
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new years consisted of a downright miserable shift at the garrison and not one , but π΅πΈπ° cups of tea when she finally dragged herself home. truly riveting stuff.
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when you lose an argument so now you have to tragically die at a gala you organized to make them feel bad
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stares forlorn at a newly - acquired splatter of mud on her once pristine green coat. one more thing goes wrong today and she might implode. youβve been warned.
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β lookinβ for me. nobody i want lookinβ , anyway. β a sigh , a sidelong glance. β anβ what about you , eh? β
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β curiosity or are you hopinβ iβll say no? β the bartender drifts back and grace gestures to her own emptying glass. being here was already a questionable decisionβ- why not risk another? her voice lowers furtively , giving a real answer this time. β no. no oneβs β
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so she was right , she thinks. a hum of recognition escapes past her lips as she returns the firm shake , recalling headlines half - read. these recollections are not mentioned aloud. grace laughs then , considering him over the rim of her glass. β is that polite β
He raised a brow before taking her hand in a casual handshake. "Tracker." It was easier than giving his actual name. At this point, Tracker might as well have been his given name. The drink sat untouched after he had taken a sip of it. "I wouldn't say enjoy it. +
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β from her mind , reaching for the bottle. returning to the refuge of her role once more. β another , mister shelby? β
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β alone , itβs never been a point of pride for her. just a regrettable reality. a necessity sheβs learned to manage somewhat well even when dark , lonely thoughts seep into her mind as she returns to an empty flat night after night. she shakes such musings β
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β rarely. but it feels right in this moment. natural. β youβre right , β she nods , letting the words hang there as she continues thoughtfully. β itβs a rare thing for people tβ choose tβ stand with you. foolish tβ take it for granted. β while grace may stand β
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the words settle with more weight than she anticipates , but itβs nice , to hear him speak with such conviction. insight of π’π―πΊ variety is the key to her line of workβ- bar - keeping π’π―π₯ espionage. she smiles , brighter this time. an expression she wears do β
β Thomas was a very different man. More relaxed. Less cold and expressionless. But who was he really ? That was still buried underground. Something had left with France. It was rare to imagine him bursting with joy. With such a big smile from ear to ear. β β
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/. i reeeeeeaaaaalllly want to write my season two au soooo bad please moots
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Couple Parting on Porch in Snow (c.1915) by Charles Edward Chambers
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The Topeka Daily Capital, Kansas, December 23, 1906
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β earnest , but still a compliment grace would deny giving if ever accused.
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β thoughtfully , her interest in this conversation swaying dangerously beyond the mere search for information. β most men like tβ pretend they stand alone , beinβ masters of the universe and whatnot. itβs nice , tβ hear someone say otherwise. β the words are β
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