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hit me with your best shot ❢ meme continuations ❢ aus ❢ idek
hit me with your best shot ❢ meme continuations ❢ aus ❢ idek
hit me with your best shot ❢ meme continuations ❢ aus ❢ idek
hit me with your best shot ❢ meme continuations ❢ aus ❢ idek
got au | for endlesswar
It was only due to his loyal service and giving nature to all that he was spared and not deemed a traitor. Instead, just given the title of "fool". The Dornish, however, welcomed them with open arms when they found out who he was. A banquet thrown in his honor and all of them given rooms at the palace as guests.
Karen was still reeling from it all, missing the shore and cool ocean breezes. She also wasn't too sure of the fashion here, either. But she was dressed in red and green, gold hair pulled back and flowing down her bare back. She smiled and was polite to those that addressed her but she didn't feel much like starting those conversations herself. She nibbled at some food, drank the wine (it was quite good), but she couldn't help wondering what this meant for her now. Any hopes she had of marrying someone in higher standing was uncertain and she didn't feel all that comfortable with the... ways of the Dornish. How marriage and taking lovers was treated the same. And how freely such "love" was demonstrated in front of the court. ]
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The music is intricate and the air is rich with spices. So many embraces and shared kisses. Lord Page spares a sympathetic look with his daughter and smiles. The weight and future of their house is hanging in the balance. She surely must already be aware that as his daughter she has duties.
Later. Tonight is for enjoyment.
More guests arrive as the hours grow long and the hot, Dornish sun hangs low. A man comes in, his hair pulled back and beard long but groomed. His clothes are finely made, long dark robes in earth tones with silver and gold detail. It's as if some manner of style was favored more than current fashion. While this is a happy occasion, his expression remains dour.]
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She won't bother waiting on a servant to do it for her. ]
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Frank decides he should see her closer. And like tracking a deer in the plains of his foundling years, he shall do it slowly and at a distance at first. The women he greets get kisses, brief and gentle things. They in turn coo and twitter. He knows he is a novelty. And sometimes being that has it's perks. A stallion shall know many mares.
Finding he too has a thirst for wine, he crosses the space.]
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got au ii | for endlesswar
The grin comes unbidden and she looks over at Frank, ]
Where did you find such a creature?
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Not here. She is blood of my first horse. I hope to breed her or her sister.
[A horseman as well as an art patron. He truly is a jack of many trades. Frank reaches past Karen to pet the horse's hair.]
Do you suppose Starsea is an acceptable mount, milady?
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[ Then a beat of hesitation, ]
Though I am not very skilled in riding.
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[His eyes move from the mare's long face to Karen.]
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in another life | for endlesswar
But this time, she keeps hearing someone... singing? Or trying to.
Eventually, it gets to be too much and while her friends are content to snicker about it, Karen has always been the firey one in the group to go speak her mind. So up she gets and off she goes. Her friends try to call her back but she strides right over to the guy under the tree, strumming his guitar, playing the part of a hipster pretty damn well. She crosses her arms when she gets in front of him, clearing her throat before he can start singing again. ]
What's it going to take to make you stop torturing that guitar?
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The weather was fine. Sun shining on through the leaves above. It's not until someone is blocking the rays that he looks up, backlit and haloed.]
I dunno.... a date?
[Just what you say to all the girls. He smirks and squints, Can't strum his guitar with one hand so he cups a hand over his eyes to look up.]
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Depends. Are you going to sing during it?
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[There's an overly disappointed looking expression. He recovers quickly with a grin.]
I can pass up another number if it's... really offensive. I play better than I sing. But uh, everybody's a critic.
[Case in point.]
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in another life (ii) | for endlesswar
It was only going to be the one time.
As she would later tell Misty when the other woman stopped by the apartment after Karen got her shower, 'The moment I heard he was going to be a Marine, I knew there wasn't going to be anything more than a date.' Misty knew before she even confirmed. Knew about the risks that would come with dating someone like that and knew that Karen was done putting herself out on a limb when it could result in loss.
Not something she expected that Frank guy to know. It had taken months for Misty and Colleen to know, for Karen to feel comfortable enough with them to open up about it all. After that, they both understood why she was so reluctant to get attached to anyone. It's why they invited her to their own family gatherings come the holidays.
But she makes it a point not to think of Frank as she goes about her day, heads back to the apartment after classes. Changes her sheets and takes the tape out of the stereo. The leftovers are eaten in front of the television and she continues on the day after that and the day after that. She makes sure to eat lunch somewhere else during those days. Which is easy when she buries herself in the next wave of papers assigned to her.
If she's not in classes, she's in the university library. ]
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The sky the next day reminds him of her eyes. And taking a run he's left breathless and nearly flops into the grass just to stare at it. Stopping by the commons and the grove of trees after proves to be pointless. That doesn't stop Frank from checking. It's like a ritual. Go for a run, cool down taking a stroll keeping an eye out for Karen Page.
Coming up to a week, he decides to just leave a note taped to the front door. Nothing fancy. Just a hello. Hope she's doing well. Haven't seen her around and an address in case school is too intense. And Frank knows his folks would forward mail to him later on.]
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She continues much the way she has for the past week. Though she's never been familiar with Frank's running schedule so maybe today he'll get lucky in seeing her going down an adjacent sidewalk on the campus. ]
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The midday sun is warm and he's sweating out of his shirt. Two seconds from discarding it. When--is that? Can it be? His jogging steps slow and he pulls to stand on the grass.]
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canon au for resleeves
[ She known guys like Kovacs before. Tough guys that act like nothing gets to them -- until it does. Most people, especially those kind of people, have more to them than all their glares and harsh words. At least that's what she kept telling herself every time he pissed her off.
Which wasn't as often as he annoyed her (which was always with that attitude).
But she was stubborn and had a feeling Takeshi was a lot better than he wanted to act. She saw glimpses of it here and there and it's what made her continue to work with him over and over. And press a little more each time.
When he said he was leaving, it was undeniable that it hurt. Karen made an effort not to show that it did, of course. But he would probably see it anyway. He was good at reading people and she was pretty bad at hiding her own emotions when it really got to her. She had asked if he really needed to or if he just felt he had to. She knew no matter the answer, there wasn't anything she could say to make him stay.
Just like all the others that had left, too.
She wished him luck and offered him her hand, resisting the urge to move forward and embrace him like she had wanted to.
She'd let him go.
On this night, she had tried to sleep and couldn't. She decided to get up and work instead, at least try to be productive with the time she was up. Dressed in nothing but her underwear and a baggy t-shirt, she flips through a file before going back to typing, stopping only when she hears the knock at her door. Starting at the sudden noise, she freezes and frowns over at the door. Slowly, she gets up from her chair and grabs her gun before going over. She doesn't have the fancy kind of tech that lets her see through the door so she has to chance looking through a regular peephole.
She doesn't really believe it at first. What the hell is he doing here...?
There's a long moment she pauses and debates if it really is him or someone else in his body... But ultimately opens the door enough to look out, keeping the chain on the door for the moment. ]
I thought you were leaving.
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but no, she's opened the door slightly which means she hasn't completely shut him out of things either. not that he cares. he doesn't. )
Technically, I did leave.
( it just hadn't been for as long as he'd planned. something had pulled him back, something had brought him back to her door of all fucking places. )
Were you sleeping?
( doesn't look like it. she looks tired but there's no traces of sleep lingering on the edges of her eyes that he'd think would be there if he'd woken her out of a dead sleep. )
The hell you do answering your door?
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Why the hell are you knocking on my door?
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You gonna let me in or throw me out?
( so, at least he was giving her a choice. he had a preference, of course, but he wasn't going to force the issue. )
I didn't fucking leave, okay.
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post-s3 | for fightlikehell
They could do it together.
Especially now that those walls were gone. All of them were on the same page now and while that was... different, it was a good kind of different. They had been through the gauntlet and they had come out on the other side again, still whole. If a little beaten. Matt's bruises took a long time to heal but at least this time Karen knew how he got them and... felt pride this time.
After a week of working in the office with him again, she leans against the doorframe of his office, ]
Hey. Do you want to grab something to eat? Call it a night?
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There's no mistaking that they had been through hell collectively. All the same it was like a bad side trip and they're finally on the path again together. No lies, no hiding. Lessons learned. Wounds mending. Matt has kept the tiny cross on the simple black chord, it rests against his chest. Any time it shifts he thinks of Father Lantom, of Sister Maggie.
Now and again through the thin walls he can hear Foggy's voice rise and fall as he talks on the phone. With it the gift that's Karen's laughter. Nelson, Murdock and Page. Together. Home.
Matt takes another drink of coffee. The tread of heels approaching has him lift his head. His glasses have fallen down his nose and he gives them a little push.]
Is it six already?
[Just because he has a watch doesn't mean he actually pays attention to it. He pushes back from the desk and tilts his head, giving her a smile.]
...that sounds perfect actually.
[Like she's offered him a vacation or a hundred dollars. The same kind of humbled, warm glee at the invitation.]
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And people call me a workaholic.
[ It's an easy tease. Especially when Foggy left half an hour ago and she's finally closed her own laptop. ]
How does a burger strike you, Counselor?
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Oh you are, still. No mistake about it.
[The softness of his smile after only means it's a gentle tease. Matt presses the keys and the computer starts to shut down.]
Are you reading my mind now, Miss Page? That sounds perfect.
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