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It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Matties heavy hands tugging at his hair. Hed worked hard to catch up his kings deskwork while banned from military campaigns and now hed have to sort it all again but it was so hard to be angry when the other man acted like this, like hed honestly missed him and for just now wanted to focus on the here, now and not what kept them apart. Mattie wasnt the talking t
It was a lovely day. Busy with his lunch, Jorn didnt notice Elio until he plonked down next to him. They didnt say anything for a moment or two, each taking their time to chew and crush their meal and savour the moment. It was quiet for a change, just the two of them and both wanted to prolong the moment as long as necessary. Finally, Elio swallowed.
They after you too?
Jorn replied with a ragged choking sound, hacking up some of his lunch that had gone down the wrong way. God, man, dont even mention it. They havent left me alone all fucking morning.
Language. Came the reply, a snort from Elio summing up his opinion on the situation. One of his ears flicked at a particularly annoying fly as he took another mouthful.
But theyre nuts, just bloody nuts! Jorns voice raised a few notches in his distress. I cant even walk into
It was going to be a bad winter. Marquis could feel it in his hands, theyd never quite recovered, and tell by the way the blood was struggling to pump through them as the days got darker and shorter. He wasnt old by a long-shot Thirty next year, still good! but he completely sympathised when the old stable hands began their groaning. Powder white snow turned grey as he sludged through it, soot from his boots leaving a trail behind him as he fought his way to the main hall. All around him horses were being saddled and loaded up and men in uniform milled restlessly, blowing into gloved hands to warm them up, and Marquis refused to look at any of them. They were all in on it. If they werent someone would have mentioned it to him already and hed just known something was up when guards had been avoiding him for the last week. His pack, only half completed, was being dragged behind him a
Hoodies were a fantastic invention. Not only were they comfortable, they also hid shape, size and gender, and although a pulled-up hood might imply you were doing things of a shifty nature it was hardly illegal. There were no buttons to snag, no ties to catch, and they were so common that no-one looked at you twice. Vyvian favoured green. The colour choice was of no particular use to her work-wise and was chosen simply because she liked it. A good, solid colour, unremarkable and easy on the eyes. Practical.
All it took was a single mistake and bad timing, mixed in with a healthy dose of greed. She hadnt needed this particular heist. She and the gang were set for at least a year with their last haul even with considerable spending taken into account. It wasnt necessary for her leave the manor without telling anyone where she was going, nor to go about this break in by herself. Dominic would have help
It wasn't fairIt wasn't fair
It wasnt fair. That wasnt something he said very often but today, kicking stones at the helpless tin-can trash-bins that lined the alley walls, it felt a very accurate description for his life in general. His hometown had been destroyed as a kid. Yeah, whatever, he didnt like the bastards back there anyway. What had they done for him? Nothing, thats what. It did leave him homeless at the ripe old age of nine but hey, hed lived. He and Jesse had a whale of a time growing up and mucking, fucking around, learning the ropes and generally getting into trouble. Well, him more than Jesse. Jesse found the trouble, he didnt get into it. Anyway, theyd pulled through on their own, just the two of them to morph from grubby-fingered boys again, that was more him than Jesse into rather damn fine looking gentlemen who did what they pleased, got what they wanted and car
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