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yet again combing the depths of my inbox for My Purposes....... in this case, sharing a bit from camcorder kidnapping! :)
As if he’s heard her and is determined to make her life that bit more difficult, River says, “You don’t get many guests around here, do you?” For fuck’s sake. Catherine thinks the words but they have the rough abrasion of Lamb’s voice in her head, which is equally as annoying as whatever it is River thinks he’s doing but for a different reason entirely, and she’s so frustrated by the both of them that she doesn’t notice the fist until it’s already made impact with River’s stomach. It startles out of her: “River!” in this horrible, pitched shriek that is lost amidst the sound of River wheezing where he’s bent double, curled around his stomach. “I told you,” the man says, shaking out his hand with a chilling calm, “you shouldn’t have done that, brat. I also—” He grasps River by the hair and jerks him up, and then his free hand curls again into a fist and hurtles towards River’s spleen “—told you to keep that pretty little mouth shut.” River’s knees give out at the second hit, but the man doesn’t release him. “Guess you haven’t done your research,” he slurs, stupid and taunting and too brave by half. “M’no good at following orders.”
Another dose of Slough House teamwork :)
Speaking of... Is anyone potentially interested in beta-reading a very angsty fic (which isn't finished yet)?
this time from the truth serum-drugged river fic im having fun with :)
“You’ve truly outdone yourself in idiocy this time, Cartwright,” said Lamb to a River that didn’t look quite as dead as he’d been expecting. In fact, the boy was almost concerningly un-bruised, considering his usual state of existence was that of a fruit dropped on its head one too many times, and if it weren’t for the hospital gown and the tender dark circles beneath his droopy eyes Lamb would have thought he had just woken up from an impromptu nap. “And not even a scar to show for it. Are you losing your singularly irritating touch?” River blinked at him in the manner of a particularly dopey puppy and didn’t respond. “Right,” said Lamb, somewhat disconcerted. “Well, you’ll forgive my disbelief that you managed to escape a kidnapping situation unscathed.” “S’not very nice,” said River at last. It was the first thing he’d said since Lamb had arrived, aside from the somewhat dazed and loopy ‘Laaaamb’ that had greeted him upon first entering through the door, only Lamb was doing his best to erase that moment from memory. It had made his chest go a bit too soft for comfort. “I can be… unscathed.”
“I wish I knew how to quit you.”
Patrick James Errington, from "After All This Small Talk, You’d Think There’dBe No Weather Left"
PRISONERS (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve
@chasing-caws What if the Protagonist is the one who gave / will give that little charm/tassel thing to Neil— 😭
Neil, wait.
c'mon, friends. do you see it. do you see the vision
does helena even know? does she even know the absolute hell chris went through, and the work eddie and chris had to do together? to get chris to love the water again? does she even know?
Awww thank you, chasing-caws!
@lohengreen <3
You are someone’s treasured mutual.