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( do or do not. ) ... ( there is no try. ) ... right.
( renley tries to stomach the memory but everything comes up bitter. moreso in the rally of frustration that follows. try? renley is putting far too much on the line here ...
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overhead a bulb flickers. renleys expression flattens, and he casts a dim look to the room, frustration muted but mounting.
"don't have much of a choice, now, do i?" its already a desperate play to weasel a weapon out of her, ...
a weapon that hurts him as much as it helps him. who is he going to ask for help? maybe he should get on his knees and grovel as well.
renley sucks in a breath. something ugly withers in his chest. "i wouldnt ask if ...
amazing. ( he echoes mildly. they are. but renley imagines its an entirely different feeling for micah, who hasn't experienced the things he has. ) ... its alive. ( more detail than that, ren. ) the thing i need to show you, ...
its alive. ( he thinks of micahs ... scientific curiosities ——-- his pursuit in touching him, even though they hadn't known each other for long. ) its very young, and it might be scared of you, ...
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wet alleyways spill over with the dazzling color of neon adspace. light pollution blots out the stars overhead. renley scrubs the meat of his palm over his mouth, smeared wet with blood. dont mind him, ( * reader. ) nothing to see here.
... hm. his hand closes around the bottle, and he stuffs it in his pocket. for a moment, he feels as he does, years and years ago, chained and battered in a dark and damp cell. the coldness of her eyes takes him there. ...
take that choice from another. but that isnt living well.
renley hasnt figured out how to live well.
"i dont know either," he admits. a glance at the chronos shows the hour turning. break is almost up. ...
















