Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-08-29 16:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, poseidon, zoe hansen |
WHO: Zoe & Greed w/ Poseidon on the phone
WHEN: Thursday
WHERE: Greed's apartment
WHAT: Repo men
WARNING: All your stuff belong to us
Greed had spent a week with nose in the paper looking for a new job. It was starting to get frustrating when people didn't call him back or gave the same excuse. 'The position has been filled' they said. He'd bullied his way through some interviews but in the end there was not a single financial job he could get his hands on. Even as a bank accountant. Poseidon's threat had definitely not been an empty one. Greed had handled it well at first but soon he would drain what was left of his funds and be left in the same lurch as before. Greed had lost everything before a time or two and that's when he became desperate. He didn't want to get to that point because then Lust would he expecting him to show up at her doorstep.
"Fuck it!" Greed crumpled up the newspaper he had laying on the floor. "I'm going to rob a fucking bank!" He was starting to lose it...just a little bit.
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Zoe knew Greed felt too suffocated if he was home all the time or if she was around him all the time, plus she had to work so she couldn’t be there for him 24/7. But in the past week, their routine had become he’d spend the day job hunting, then she’d come over in the evening, they’d do dinner, she’d spend the night, they’d have breakfast in the morning and she’d go to work or do other things. Right now she had just made him some tea and was feeling guilty as hell, even her locket was tucked under her shirt so it wasn’t on display. She set the cup on the table and then put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. She couldn’t even give him a real full massage because of her mangled hand. “Maybe we can keep that as a back up plan...” she kissed his cheek and offered him the tea. “Is there anything else you wanted to do for a career and never got to?”
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"Strippers make a lot of money don't they?" He contemplated as he stroked his chin. "I could do that." He wasn't sure how that fell into Zoe's deal but maybe he could work something out. He flopped into the mess of papers wallowing in them. It was like he was being banned from being Greed. This was awful.
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She made a slight face as she sat down next to him, “Okay... we’ll make that Plan C, right after bank robbing.” she didn’t know how she felt about him going all ‘Magic Mike’ on ladies. She put her hand on his thigh, “I mean like.. a career. Is there anything that you’ve wanted to do but didn’t have the time or the chance to?” he’d been around for centuries, there had to be something that interested him besides sex and money...
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"Isn't being Greed a career?" He'd always dabbled in money. "I was a clergyman once...." He held up his finger in thought. When she touched his thigh he sat up on his elbows. He didn't know what else he could do. Greeds goals were always sex and money. Any job he'd held had been to get those things.
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She kissed his cheek again with a smile, “Yes, it’s a full time job... but what about your hobbies. Did you ever wanna... I don’t know, own a comic book store or anything? Though I guess actually watching people walk away with stuff would not be a good fit for you...” she frowned.
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His face scrunched up in thought. He hadn't really been asked that before. "Well I've done the Hollywood thing," he started to count on his fingers as he went through the list, "clergy, politics, mob..." He went on to label all the different things he'd dabbled in. He wasn't sure what she was asking.
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She nodded at every thing he ticked off the long list and then frowned because he wasn’t answering her question. This was what he’d already done, “No, Chance.. what do you want to do?” just because he was Greed and that meant he was into sex and money didn’t mean he had to work at only institutions that catered to sex and money. He could do anything he wanted at a job as long as he liked it and it resulted in money.
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He seemed confused. All he could do was shrug. "What do you mean what do I want to do? I want to do a lot of things and I do them." It was like when she uncovered the real Greed. It was new territory.
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She was surprised by his answer and scooted closer to him, she wrapped an arm around his and put her hand in his, “Yeah... like you wanna steal an old man’s lunch or a lady’s diamond tennis bracelet. But I’m talking about do. Like... when a kid is little and he wants to grow up to be a baseball player. Or.... how people want to be an artist or a writer...” she looked at him expectantly to see if he was starting to catch on to what she was saying.
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"But I didn't grow up." He felt her hand link in his. "You'd really want to read a Greed memoir?" He snorted a laugh. His patience for writing was about as thin as his patience for reading books. He'd written her a poem once, he'd had to write things based on various tasks but books and novels? No. Took too long. He shook his head. "I don't know..."
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She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, “But that’s the best part for you, not growing up.” she looked at him, resting her chin on his shoulder now, “What’re your dreams? What’re the things you love and love to do?”
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He'd never been asked that question before. Lust definitely never asked him what his dreams were. It was the first time he'd been stumped to answer. "I love shooting zombies." He tugged her up on top of him. "I love sex with you." He had that stupid slap-stick grin. It still wasn't an answer she was looking for but he wasn't sure how to answer it.
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She blushed when he pulled her on to him and said he loved having sex with her, “Mmm I would pay you for it cause I love it too but one of the perks of being your girlfriend is I get it for free.” she looked at him curiously, wondering why he kept dodging the question, “What else? What’re you good at?” maybe if he listed more things they’d find something that he really liked.
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"Other than sex?" He bumped his hip upward with a laugh. He really had no way to answer her questions. "Hmmmm, well I'm good at lying."
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She gave him a look with a small smile, “Yes... we both know you’re good at that.” she frowned a little, “You’re good at so many other things too than just sex and lying.” was that all he saw himself as?
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Greed hadn't ever seen himself before she opened his eyes. Now she was opening a new door and he was stepping through for the first time. "Am I?" He asked curiously, connecting her freckles on her cheek with his finger.
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She nodded, “Yeah...” and then realized he wanted her to tell him things. “Hmm... you’re really good with picking out things for me to wear and yourself. You definitely have a stylist’s eye that people would kill for. In the same line you’re really good at grooming. You also are an excellent bargainer, and you know the value of things. You’re good at video games. You could be a motivational coach,” she grinned, “With how much you push and encourage.” but that’d only be possible if the person’s goals matched up with Greed’s.
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"Oooh modeling?" He still was just throwing out guesses, but she definitely helped by pumping his ego. "Or maybe a car salesman?" The only problem there was he would end up adding to his own collection. He looked towards her expectantly to continue. Nothing seemed to be sticking yet.
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She slid her good arm around his neck so she could be even closer to him in his lap. “Maaaaybe.” she wrinkled her nose and shook her head when he mentioned a car salesman, “You have too much charm and brains to waste on that.” Hmmm.... she thought on it, “You know, you’re actually the most organized person I’ve ever met. You can pack things like nobody’s business. I bet people would pay for that. You could use their bank account to buy things for them and organize it all how you want. It’d be like having your own dollhouse to decorate.” she’d still like him to say what he was interested in so she could get a better idea but he seemed adrift.
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"Wait, wait----people pay you to organize their shit?" He threw his hands out in a questioning manner. He'd never heard of that. He flopped his arms back down at his sides on the floor. He was adrift. This was new and his ego liked being called me smart. "You think I'm smart?" She had probably said it before, but to hear it from her made him feel good. None of his family would admit to him being the smart one. Even if it was true..
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She nodded, kinda amused that that’s the one that got his attention, “Yeah, people tend to suck at organizing, it’s a mess. They need professional organizers and the best thing is if they want something like that, they tend to have a lot of money to pay for it.” since it was a ridiculously extravagant thing to want to get but he was skilled at it. She answered his second question without hesitation, “I know you’re smart. You got a lot going on behind this pretty face.” and she kissed his cheek.
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"But its easy. There's a system." He had his own system which came with being a hoard. He knew where everything was most times. He couldn't have storage lockers all over the United States. "Follow your system and you don't ever lose a thing."
He smiled against her kiss, he knew he was intelligent, he liked hearing someone admit it that knew who and what he really was. "I know I am." He was clever. The ideas he had were all over the map to an ordinary person, but like his organizational system, there was a pattern.
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“That’s exactly it though, most people don’t have systems and they suck at it. That’s where a professional comes in.” it was why she always left the packing to him. She smacked his stomach lightly when he declared he knew he was smart, grinning some, “Then why did you ask?”
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"What else do they give me for that kind of job? Vacations, resorts, tips?" He raised a questioning brow at her slap with a giggle, his hands slipping down the arch of her back. "Cause I like hearing someone say it," he whispered.
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She eyed him as his hands were going to bootytown and they were trying to have a serious discussion. But her lips were twitching to smile. “Well... it’s not a job where a company hires you I don’t think. You’d probably have to set your own hours and I’m guessing work client by client? Like take it as a project and when you’re done you move on to another client? They’d tip you if they liked it but I’m sure you’d be charging them an arm and a leg already and using some of their budget to buy stuff for yourself too. And I guess you could travel if you wanted, like if you took a client in Los Angeles, you’d have to go there. It’s a very niche market.. I’m just totally all guessing here.” she made a dubious face, “This is something that interests you?” she’d sorta just randomly thrown it out there because she was running out of ideas.
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"They ever go overseas?" He was already getting a little bouncey. Which considering how he had felt over the last week it was a definite improvement. The interest was there. "Where do I start?" Poseidon had already blacklisted him from everything else. "Or, what about a lawyer? Eh? They always lie." His hands finally reached their destination.
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She shrugged, “If you wanted to? You’d be your own boss.” she liked seeing some of the bounciness return to him. “You’d start by contacting any rich person you know and offering your organizational slash buying services.” she made an eh face, “They do but you need to know the law in order to--” she took in a breath of surprise and gave him a look as his hands were cupping something that didn’t have anything to do with the conversation.
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"I could learn the law if the door opens. I bet you I could wrangle a law degree without really going to school for it." He smiled giving her that gentle squeeze against her backside. "Buuut this taking peoples money and getting to go through their shit is exciting."
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“Oh I don’t doubt it but you can’t quit cases when you’re bored.” she pointed out. She squirmed when he fondled her butt and nuzzled his neck, nipping the flesh lightly. “I can help you with it if you want.” he’d need business cards and things like that. She was the reason he got blacklisted from what he wanted to do, this was the least she could do.
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"Do they get boring?" It was a lot of paperwork and reading, things Greed's attention span wasn't good with unless he was invested. He nipped the air at her playful bite. "You wanna help?"
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She nodded, “Lots of technical stuff.” she smiled up at him from her curled up position at his neck, “Of course.” saying it like it was ridiculous that he’d think she didn’t want to. He was her boyfriend, it was what girlfriends did.
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"What do we need to do?" She was massaging his ego at this point, he wanted to bask in it. Roll in it because it kept him from getting angry over Poseidon's badly thrown punch. He'd thought of throwing the Greek on a hit list, but right now that would be too obvious.
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“Get business cards and clients.” to her, it wasn’t stroking his ego as much as just doing the right thing. And she knew somewhere in his mind, where he didn’t like her very much, he blamed her for this. Luckily, most of him still loved her and didn’t listen to that tiny part of him.
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"I can put anything on my business card right?" His smile looked dangerous. If it were up to Greed he would give himself ten titles that would fill up the card before even getting to what it was he did. He didn't listen to that side for the most part because the rest of him was on a kick to keep her safe from the psycho water spout. He hadn't let Satan, Lust or a line of Virtues get her. He wasn't about to let Poseidon.
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“You can... but the important thing is to make sure it says your name, how to contact you and what you do.” she poked him, “So putting ‘Sex God’ or something on it won’t really be helpful.” she frowned, “I mean I’m sure you’d get a lot of calls but you’d have one very pouty girlfriend on your hands then.” she raised a brow.
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"That is a good title though." He puffed his chest out proudly. "Don't you agree?" The fanbase alone for that title would roll in the dough. The pouty girlfriend however soured the whole deal. No one gave him what she did, she should know that.
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She laughed, “I like the title of ‘my boyfriend’ much much better.” she leaned up and kissed him briefly on the lips. It was hard to believe he’d been in her life for almost a year now. She kinda couldn’t even remember what life was like before him. Certainly not what life would be like without him. She snuggled him a little tighter knowing Poseidon was not done firing his nukes at them. He wanted Zoe to suffer and he was going to put Greed through hell to do it till she gave in.
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"How about 'my boyfriend the sex god'? The two go together well." He slapped her butt then ready to get back up and get busy on this new job. He missed working, it was something Greed had excelled at. He put his shoes on, helping her up with one arm. "Let's get going," he pointed a finger upward, "I need something to eat first." He was craving all the fatty, greasy food that Glutt would be proud of.
When they'd made it downstairs, he'd gotten in the habit of parking his car down the street a few blocks away in front of an apartment building that was not his own. That beep beep beep of a tow truck got his attention as he saw his baby hoisted up.
"Hey, hey, hey!" He waved his arms at the men with the truck. "What are you doing?" One of the men looked at his clipboard. "Chance Avaritia?" Greeds brows creased harshly as he grabbed the clipboard, his car already hooked up to the tow truck. "Sorry, we gotta take her in. Missed payments." His yellow baby was being taken and it was about to get heavy like one of those reality tv shows. Greed threw the clipboard at the the man's hand to make a run up the hitch of the truck and get into his car. It was the one car under his real alias. She had already been torched by Lucy. Why couldn't people leave his shit alone?
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She’d just laughed and let him help her up. She was still nervous about going out but she felt safe with him so held his hand as they walked to the car. She was surprised to see the men touching his car, he was so particular about it.. this would not end well. She watched with mouth open as Greed tried to get into his car and she turned to the man with the clipboard, “Look, this has to be some mistake. He made his payments on time, I was with him when he did it.” they’d made sure to use the money from Theseus to first pay the bills on his apartment, car, and warehouses. “If you can just let us talk to someone, I’m sure we can get this all sorted out.”
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"Our records say he's missed five payments." The truck had to pull in park as Greed practically latched himself to his car. "We got a call saying this was a company car and he'd missed payments on it. This is the right VIN number."
Greed yelled from his position as suction cup, "That is a fucking lie. This is MY car!" The tow guy called up the number of Mr. Rubis, the man who'd made the call in the first place. He handed the phone to Zoe in which Poseidon answer
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Zoe was trying to keep peace between the tow guys and Greed, walking around over to Greed’s side where he was plastered to his baby as she spoke into the phone, “Hi, I’m calling about a yellow car that’s being towed.. I think there’s been some mistake made.” obviously they could get this all sorted out before there was police and blood involved.
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Greed had his keys trying to get the door open so he could spin off the back of this platform. All he'd end up doing was spin tires as it was hooked to the truck, but he was determined.
"Ah," said the deep baritone on the phone, "Zoe." Poseidon laughed. "I knew you'd call. It is no mistake. That car is mine until the correct payment is made."
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Zoe’s good hand shot out and gripped Greed’s arm tightly to stop him but also because the voice on the other end boiled her blood and made it run cold at the same time, “Poseidon..” she said in a steely but pained voice. That one word would be enough also to let her boyfriend know why his baby was about to leave him, “The car is not yours, Chance made all the payments on it and you know it.”
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"Well according to my records this is a company car and it will stay that way until you hand over the proper payment. Give me back what's mine and Chance will get back what's his." If she was defiant he would have to punch this up a few notches higher. "You will bend. How long can you sustain watching him suffer before you get the point?"
Greed finally had the door open and climbed inside only to be pulled out by the fat tow men. They would hold him down. "Sir you want us to call the cops?" They were just doing their job. They didn't want this to get messy. Greed was angry though and could quickly turn this into a bloodbath.
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Zoe didn’t answer him, but she knew he knew he was hitting her where it hurt. She leaned down to look at Greed and touched his face with her exposed knuckles from the cast, “It’s Poseidon..” she said while he was being held, “He says if I give him the locket.. he’ll let you keep your car.” you could have stabbed Zoe and she couldn’t have looked in more pain. She didn’t want to watch Greed go through this. But she couldn’t let the only piece of her family left go either.
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Greed didn't struggle, but these fatasses were heavy. What she told him only added to the fire. He was angrier this time because it was hitting him more one on one. "Fuck you goldfish!" He threw his insult loud enough for Poseidon to hear and wiggled out of the men's grips so he could burn off some anger.
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Zoe watched Greed get out of their hold and she knew this was a harder hit than the job and blacklisting and those were pretty bad themselves. “No deal..” she said in a hushed voice into the phone, her voice breaking.
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Greed walked down the street, kicking the tires of all the cars he didn't like, setting off car alarms as he looked for a new car to steal. He was a good block away by the time he saw the tow truck go by with his yellow baby. It actually brought a tear to his eye. He'd had that car the longest. It was his favorite.
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Zoe had been trailing behind Greed to give him space. When he finally stopped and watched his car go by leaving him, she touched his arm. Poseidon was not going to stop. He was just getting warmed up.
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He hadn't found a car he liked yet. He was looking for something expensive. Something that could soften the blow but it made him sick inside. He didn't jerk away from her but he didn't say anything yet either. Poseidon had made sure to break her, but he was playing a game now.
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Her hand curled around his arm so it gave him space from her but she needed to touch him, know that he was there still. “I’m so sorry...” she said in a barely audible voice as she looked at the ground. It didn’t make up for what happened and she knew how weak those words really were but she had nothing else to give him.
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It wasn't okay, just the words by themselves were meaningless even if she put all of herself into saying them. He needed to cool off. It was then that an idea pumped through his head. "He wants to say its a company car, well let's really take one of his. Then let's play bumper cars in traffic." It would help throw a blow right back. Greed once again was not going to let that old sea cod get the better of him.
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She didn’t loosen or tighten her hold, she didn’t step back or forward, just kept looking at the ground, “He’s not gonna stop.” she said quietly. Greed could crash all of Poseidon’s cars and it would just make the Sea God hit harder.
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"What will it take?" He said silently, looking at her from over his shoulder. It wasn't the right thing to say, he knew it but the sin was a little burned.
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She slowly raised her head to look at him, she wasn’t crying but her eyes were glassy, “What do you mean...” she wanted to be clear about what he was asking but her hand already had loosened.
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He flopped down on the sidewalk strangling his hair through his fingers. This wasn't easy. Having his things damaged and taken was personal. "What happens when he keeps going? He might as well kill me." This felt so much worse.
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Her face fell to see him like this and she sat down next to him. She had her hands open, rubbing her palms together before tightly weaving her fingers together to the point her hands started to tremble. But she didn’t notice as she said, “I’m so sorry. I wish I could.. I don’t want you to go through this but..” she leaned her head back as if to stop the tears that were pooling in her eyes from spilling. This was about his pain, not hers. But she couldn’t let the necklace go. She couldn’t. “..after she died, the creditors came and they took.. everything. I had to move Gabe in without even knowing him or I’d have lost the apartment.” she took out the locket that was hidden under her shirt, “This is all I have left of my collection.” did he understand that? Losing his precious baby was hard, but what Zoe went through was as if all his things were taken and he had to fight to keep the last bit or be left with nothing.
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Greed didn't like to choices, he'd be damned to make one if he didn't have to. Even worse was someone trying to destroy something of his. Poseidon was doing just that but not to his job or his car---to the star of his collection. Zoe. He'd already broken a piece of her but now he was going for the jugular.
He crawled from his spot back behind her. She knew crying was a soft spot. It meant she was cracking. The bomb was placed but it wasn't set off yet. It was close. The fact that it was close was enough to affect him. He circled her with his arms. "I understand." Whether she thought he did or not.
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She leaned back against him, her arms over his as if to make sure he didn’t go anywhere. “I’m sorry..” she said shaking her head, her voice cracking, repeating the phrase again a couple of times. She knew this was so painful for him and she felt like shit that she couldn’t stop it. He might understand but he had a point.. they’d reach a breaking point and she already felt like he was regretting being with her.
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"Stop with the sorry." They were words that didn't mean anything now, she was just tripping over herself. It was a broken record. He nuzzled his face against her hair where he could smell the fresh scent of coconuts from her shampoo. "You're my collection," he whispered. He'd said it once before, but unlike her repetitive apology she needed to hear it. "He breaks you I break him."
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She sniffled, tears coating her lashes but she would not cry. She absolutely refused to or else she’d go to pieces. He was here with her, she could feel him and she’d be strong for him like he was being strong for her. She closed her eyes as he told her everything she needed to hear. Her eyes opened just a sliver as she whispered back her biggest fear that he didn’t address, “What if he breaks you...”
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"So stop the water works now." He kissed her cheek. He was still riding this wave of handling things like a man. She opened up the door to letting him take that role, she needed to let him take it. "He won't break me." He was confident and fearless in the face of danger, but as a piece of humanity himself he could break. "If things get ugly take that vacation to Fiji."
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She closed her eyes briefly at his kiss on her cheek and tried to believe him when he said that he would survive this. She turned her head and gave him a dull look, she was a little pale from the whole ordeal and they hadn’t eaten yet, “If things get ugly, I am staying glued to your side. Not going to Fiji without you.” it was her fight with Poseidon and he’d refused to stay out of it, like hell she’d turn tail if things got even worse.. which they were bound to get.
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When the next hit came he wasn't sure how much blame he would put towards her. Greed losing things was like an arm being sawed off. If he lost her though he might as well be cut right down the middle. "I dunno a free trip to Fiji without me---I'd take it." The boy said, the Sin was still sitting on a list of things to be angry about. Greed traced a finger up her cast. No matter how angry he was deep down inside, he didn't like seeing her hurt.
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She shook her head, “Stop it.” she put her head back on his chest, “You’re not getting rid of me.” she’d left him alone once before to fight but that was different. She was not going to let her ‘family’ take away the only person who loved her in this world. “Besides, I’d miss you too much.” her life had morphed into a ‘we’ somehow when she thought of doing things, that included taking trips and fighting immortal wars.
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They both included each other as a package these days. Moreso now since the current Lithuania trip. "You're tougher than I thought." It was true she had grown since he'd first met her. She wasn't a scared little girl and he didn't want to see that again.
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She was much tougher than anyone gave her credit for. It was funny, what made her strong was love, even though his Sin viewed love as a weakness. She sighed and rubbed her thumb back and forth on his arm, “Told you.. I’m fierce.”
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"A fierce fucking seal. My seal." She really was out of his ordinary but unlike other sexcapades and gorgeous women she had much more to offer. That to Greed gave him a winning hand. He had most everything he'd ever wanted wrapped into one pretty little bundle.