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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 0:46:07 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN The fact that Clara enjoyed Evelina's energy, was one of the many reasons that Slade would forever be confident in the choice to employ her. He had seen something in her that day when they first met, and when she first met Evelina . . . knew that there was something special between them. For he would not hire just anyone to care for his child. Clara was rare type of person, and Slade's interactions among the public, constantly reaffirmed that. "Perhaps because there is only one of her," he said in a bit of a tease, for Clara had many siblings . . . though he knew quite well, that Evelina could equal more than one with how much energy she possessed. "She is very attached to you," he told her, knowing that Clara would assume as such based on Evelina's behavior, but wanted it to be known.
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The days that Clara was not with her, she missed her. The moment anything good happened, Evelina always expressed her excitement to tell Clara. Slade knew full well, the two had a special bond. That small smile reformed on Rueben's lips, glancing down at his daughter as he brushed away a lock of her chair from her cheek. "It is she," he confirmed, knowing that Evelina could ask him for the moon and he would be determined to find a way to give it to her. And he had no qualms with admitting this. It may not bode well, or it would present challenges as she grew older . . . but Slade could not deny her anything. Hearing Clara say that she loved her very much, left Slade silent at the sentiment of the words. Would that he be able to give her the one thing she did not have: a mother. "It has become, easier," be began to say, not feeling the need to further explain what he meant by easier. Surely, Clara would understand. "Since you became a part of her life." Evelina was happy, and having someone there with her, for her when Slade could not be . . . had truly enriched her life.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 0:22:52 GMT
 Tag: @zainayadav Note: Better gif coming soon! what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN She claimed that no one sent her and yet, stated she was a spy for hire. So, someone had hired her and sent her to his residence. It was not a surprise. As she said at a later point, he had many enemies, but the fact that he did . . . only further added validity to his question. Of which of these enemies had sent her. "You appear to be more of a thief for hire," he stated, motioning to the paper she had taken from his desk, rolled up in preparation for her to depart with it.
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"Do you truly believe I would leave anything of importance exposed on my desk." The question rhetorical, for he knew the answer by the way she had clearly gone through his papers. His extreme organized tendencies aware when even a single paper was out of place. And he was no fool. He was incredibly meticulous, calculated, methodical in all he did. It was after all, the only way he had managed to keep anyone from holding incriminating evidence against him. Otherwise, he would have long been arrested and perhaps sent to NewGate. "Are you an assassin for hire as well?" He asked, once again, the question rhetorical. She was no assassin. Otherwise, her attack against him would have been far more swift.
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Whoever hired her, was not stupid enough to try and kill him. But perhaps, that was their mistake . . . for Rueben would come after them in full force. Recognizing her eyes darting to the window, he continued. "Let me save you the time. My guards have surrounded the perimeter." Now that he was home and indicated to do a search, they would no doubt be diligently patrolling the area. "So you can risk getting caught, and killed." Better dead than escaped. "Or you can sit down and we will talk." The choice seeming rather obvious, but he obviously did not know her personality well enough to know whether she would rather take the risk . . . of if the greater risk to her was conversing with him. Either way, he looked at her, remaining composed as he awaited her answer -- whether it be revealed through words or actions.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 0:07:39 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Slade took her initial question to be a rhetorical one, perhaps the evident surprise at the request having prompted the inquiry. But she soon enough answered, stating that she would join them, and that she would enjoy visiting London. That brought Slade ease, that she would journey with them with genuine willingness and that it was not a means to force her. Though he believed to know her well enough to have assumed this would not pose as an issue -- considering the years she had been employed as Evelina's governess, and so much more -- Clara's comfort was still incredibly important to Slade. He would not do anything to compromise that, for it would undoubtedly effect Evelina as well.
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Her next set of questions were indeed valid ones, and inquiries that required proper answer so that Clara would understand the circumstances when going to the city. "She will not be introduced to society," he told her. He still intended to keep her protected and safe. While he knew the risk that this involved, he also knew that he could not be separated from her for months on end. And should he find a mother for her, the two would need to meet before he solidified the union into marriage. "But I expect she will spend some time with her grandmother, uncle and aunts." All of whom Slade was not particularly close to but he would not deprive Evelina of the opportunity to spend time with her family. "And should it be convenient--" For both Clara and the circumstance -- "Your family as well." For he knew that Clara would wish to visit them, and taking Evelina with her would allow her that extended time there rather than solely remaining in his estate in the city.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 23:55:32 GMT
Tag: @mariannetalbot what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN
Slade had been in his study when he heard footsteps in the hall. He was not expecting any guests to come to his residence, having planned on using the time to catch up on matters of business. So when one of his staff entered his room to inform him, Slade had already risen to a stand, taking hold of his cane and making his way to the source of unexpected company. She was escorted to the drawing room and as soon as Slade entered, she spoke of how she thought he was getting married . . . further expressing her certainty that he would not be able to see it through. Slade gave a slight gesture with his head, subtly tilting it to the side to dismiss all but one servant from the room, though the remaining one stood by the door. Not to listen to necessarily but to be present.
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Stepping a bit further into the room but not seating himself, he responded to Marianne Talbot. "And what concern is that of yours?" He questioned, his voice composed, unemotional to the accusation for, it held truth. His attempts to find a wife this season were, unsuccessful. Though no one -- apart from those among his trusted staff -- knew as to the true reasons of why he was looking: for the sake of his daughter. He had indeed been close to finding someone, yet he found himself falling rather uncertain. And even a semblance of uncertainty, was not something he would risk when finding the perfect mother for Evelina.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 23:46:50 GMT
better terrible truths
THAN KIND LIES When a young woman opened the door, her smile almost immediately faltering at the sight of the boy, she ushered him in and then apologized on his behalf. As well as revealing his name. Slade took in every detail, including the state of their home. They did not look impoverished to the point of living on the streets, or in a one bedroom house. And yet, they did not seem to be living in over indulgence either. It made Slade wonder if the boy's actions were ones born of desperation of boredom. The latter would indeed be quite foolish. His gaze dropped to the boy, now identified as Harry, before he rose his eyes to meet that of the woman, now identified as his sister.
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He initially ignored her question, deciding that he was more intrigued in finding out about this family. A family who had a young boy who pickpocketed, a sister who opened the door herself and . . . judging from what he could faintly hear, the two of them were not the only ones in residence. "What is your family name?" He inquired; should she wish to give her Christian name too, she was free to however he was more interested in the family name. First names were irrelevant; it was the last name that would reveal far more. His voice was not angered, but composed. "I should like to know the family to which this young boy belongs to." And he did not want to have to ask again. "One so bold as to attempt theft." Because, Slade doubted that his pocket was the first one the boy's hand had found. Then again, he was not practiced in it enough to do it with swift skill. So perhaps, it was not an activity he partook in frequently, or for a lengthy period of time.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 23:35:00 GMT
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"What do you mean, he's escaped?"
Slade had tasked Zaina with ensuring the whereabouts of a man that was being kept under careful watch. This slippery eel was one that had managed to evade Rueben for far too long. He was swimming in debt and managed to avoid Slade and his men at any cost. But tonight, he had it on good authority that he was at one of Slade's associate's clubs, and Slade would be making an entrance. He would apprehend him and get what was owed, with all the interest incurred as well as extra for the inconvenience.
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The crime lord had informed his guards to get ready, his associate who owned the club already having informed him not long before that he would not let him exit. But, while Slade was in his study, sifting through papers, Zaina entered and alerted him to the news. "What do you mean he's escaped?" He questioned, and while Slade was not one to become over emotional, there was a strong tone of displeasure in his voice. He knew this was not her fault of course and yet, his question begged for further answer for her to give him all that she knew about this situation.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 23:29:42 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Slade was looking at the space in front of him, but not directly at her, even when she moved to comply with his request of sitting across from him. The wheels were in motion in his mind, thinking of the magnitude of this decision. Of the challenge it would pose to find someone that Evelina could safely call mother. The . . . risk of bringing such a person into their lives. Perhaps he had put it off for so long for on some subconscious level, he knew that it would post a great difficulty. Or, that he would never find the perfect mother for her. This had nothing to do with having a wife, and everything it do with finding the best mother for his daughter. He moved his eyes so that they met Clara's gaze, as he began to answer her question.
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"I am making arrangements to journey to London for the upcoming season," he began, referring to of course, the Social Season. He knew that part of this, was also to ensure she was able to come. He knew she had family here and if required, would even allow them to come with them if that would guarantee her presence. He needed people he could trust; in bringing Evelina, came the risk of her existence being exposed and . . . then of course, there was his family who would be there with whom, Slade was not particularly close to. As none of this was Clara's concern, he continued to the part that would indeed effect her. "Evelina will be coming with me. And I should like to have you come with us as well." The words lacking in command; there was a request within them. One which would allow her to freely object -- to which he would seek to convince her but never force her -- or assure him that she could manage this. All he did know, was that both he and Evelina needed her to be there.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 23:21:34 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN There were times when Evelina's energy seemed boundless. She was a seemingly perpetually excited child, with an enthusiasm for life that Slade would always find endearing. But, there were of course those moments where she would crash just as hard as she expressed this excitement . . . and this was one such instance. With her high energy throughout the day, the long journey and slow rocking of the carriage as it moved, had lulled Evelina to sleep. Curled up in her father's lap, Rueben's arms were wrapped around her as she slept soundly, her breathing slow and steady. Rueben gave a small smile when Clara spoke of how much she adored her but was grateful when she slept.
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The smile, an expression that Rueben did not wear often, but where the governess spent the most time out of anyone in his employment -- and even family -- with Evelina, it was an expression that he wore often in her presence, for he was often also in the presence of his daughter. And he would not let Evelina be victim to his stoic, seemingly steel demeanour. "Her energy is unmatched by any other," he said, more as praise rather than any form of insult or regret that she was such a way. Looking up at Clara who sat across from him, he would always be grateful to the woman. Anyone could find a governess, but finding the right governess, the perfect governess, was no easy task. "A challenge you seemed to have mastered in success," he told her. Slade was not one to offer words of praise often but as previously established, Miss Honeyfield was exception to deal with many of his regular tendencies and reservations.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 21:36:19 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade had never thought he would have to nurse a goat back to health. They had been traveling and Evelina noticed a small creature on the side of the road. Truthfully, Slade did not even think it would survive the carriage ride back to their estate -- which had not been that far at all. But Evelina was adamant, holding it in her arms the entire way. All Rueben could think about . . . was how he was going to have to explain it to her when the goat drew it's last breath. She had already been exposed to death with the passing of her mother; he did not wish for her to constantly be surrounded by it. However, the goat lived to the estate. And still, Slade did not believe it would survive. Each hour that passed, he was proved wrong. And those hours, turned into days. Evelina seldom left the goat's side, telling him stories, petting him, feeding him when she could . . . it was truly a miracle and Slade had to admit, touching to witness.
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For it was that love and determination that quite literally, nursed the goat back to life. Where it had practically no odds of survival . . . Rueben Slade had been proven quite wrong. And it was fortunate, he did not share what he had thought was a sealed fate, to his daughter. Currently, he was sitting outside in the garden, a table with snacks and refreshments, Clara in another chair and the goat -- who Evelina had named Gilberto and nicknamed Sir Gilly -- and Evelina chasing each other and rolling around in the grass. And he knew, Evelina wanted to keep him. And Slade . . . would have a hard time saying no. So instead, he wondered what Clara's thoughts were, as he slightly turned his head to look at her watching them . . . trying to determine where her thoughts were before she would hopefully voice them.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 21:27:30 GMT
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IT DEMANDS AIM TO LAND TRUE Evelina was bouncing with excitement! She absolutely loved going to visit Aunty Honey's home because there were others closer to her age she could play with. While Evelina never felt lonely per say, it was still nice to be around other children, or young ones . . . and so many of them too! So yes, she was incredibly excited for the trip to her home. Slade would be joining them later with Gilly, so for now . . . it was just her and Aunty Honey! Holding the Governess's hand in her own, Evelina skipped each step, her excitement practically bursting from her. "Who is going to be home today Aunty Honey?" She asked with a bright smile.
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Sometimes not everyone was home and that was quite alright! Evelina was not picky about company in the slightest. There were few places that Papa would let her go to and spend the day at . . . this, was one of them. "Can we drawed pictures when we get there?" She suddenly asked. "Gilly's birthday is coming up and I want to maked him a card! It won't be a surprise if he sees it before I can give it!" She paused for a moment, looking up at the taller woman as Evelina tilted her head to the side. "Can you helped me spell Birthday?!" Looking back at the path in front of her, she continued to skip her steps, without letting go of the comfort of her caretaker's hand. "I know it starts with a B!" Drawing the letter in the air with the index finger of her free hand. "CAN WE HAVE CAKE?!" She suddenly blurted out excitedly.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 21:03:41 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Slade had returned to his estate from his business, earlier than usual. But it was not without purpose. For the past little while, he had been considering something . . . a very big something. It was not a decision he made lightly nor one that he made without thought and careful consideration. He was meticulous in all that he did and upon deciding something, would ensure that it came to completion. This, was no exception.
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The only difference . . . was that it involved his personal affairs more than his business ones. Which, were far more important to him. His daughter was everything to him, and she deserved to have a mother in her life. He had been most fortunate to find an incredible governess and caretaker for her . . . but he wanted that maternal role. A mother for her, and one she could call as such. It would not be easy, and Slade knew that engaging in the social season would test his patience and tolerance to an extreme like never before . . . but every effort would be worth it. For his Evelina.
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Before he could make such arrangements however, he needed to speak to one another person. For, her presence was vital. He would not travel to Mayfair without her and even though he had reached this decision, he wished to tell her before anyone else. After putting Evelina to sleep, he could hear her approaching footsteps as Slade sat in the drawing room, the door open and a few candles offering some light.
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She stood by the door, most likely to tell him that she was off for the night. But, Slade needed to speak to her first. So before offering words of farewell or see you tomorrow, he instead, made his intentions to speak to her known. "Will you remain a few moments longer," he requested. "There is something I must speak to you about." With that, he turned his gaze to the seat across from him, silently indicating for her to sit down.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 26, 2021 20:53:39 GMT
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THAN KIND LIES Slade had just been exiting one of his owned establishments, having a rather . . . intense conversation with an associate he had lent money to. Fortunately, he received what was owed. Stepping out into the crowded streets, with a guard on either side of him, he began to make his way down the side of the road. They were forced to park the carriage a bit further away due to some special market that was taking place. It made the crowd larger than usual, causing Slade to do what he could to keep a suitable distance between him . . . and well, everyone else. Uncomfortable with any touch, though prepared for such situations, his only exposed skin was his face. The rest of him completely covered, which was most fortunate with the amount of people brushing against him in this thick sea of them. Leaning on his cane as he took each step, he felt something at his side.
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It was not the simple brushing of a shoulder. This, felt rather . . . intentional. Slade, one to trust his instincts, sharply turned his head to see a boy start to push through the crowd. The crime lord immediately extended his cane, whipping it around so that it served as a barrier to the boy, and any step forward; acting as a barricade of sorts. With the cane blocking any forward advancements for the boy, Slade began to push the cane back, thus pushing the boy closer to him as his gaze dropped to him. "Turn around." A natural authority in his voice that would dare not be defied. The boy made no attempt to object either, as he slowly turned to gaze up at Rueben, wide eyed. Clearly, he knew he was caught.
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Slade extended his gloved hand expectantly as he lowered the cane to his side once more. "B-But Sir, I didn't take any--" Slade cast him a look that immediately silenced the boy. Hanging his head low, the young lad reached into his pocket, holding out the pouch of money that he had taken from Rueben. Slade proceeded to return it in his pocket, when he heard another voice. "You there!" A man rushed towards them, out of breath. "This boy stole from me as well!" Rueben looked between the man and the boy, the boy who vehemently disagreed with the accusation. Instead of letting this argument continue, Slade looked at the accusing man, stepping in front of him so to have his focus entirely on him.
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"I will handle this." His words dismissive and left no option for further inquiry. Though he was irritated, the man left and Rueben turned back to the young boy. Truly realizing, just how young he was. "Take me to where you live," he instructed. Was the boy living on the streets? Was he poor? Slade wanted to know who's family this boy belonged to, that would dare be so bold as to steal from him. The walk to the house was not far . . . and it was a house indeed. Before the boy reached for the handle, Slade shook his head and clenched his hand into a fist, knocking on the door of this boy's apparent residence.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 20, 2021 16:39:28 GMT
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THAN KIND LIES Evelina's face lit up, a bright smile that touched every feature upon her when her uncle agreed to spend the night. She clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing a little as she sat upon William's knee. "We are going to have SOOOO MUCH FUN!" She exclaimed, already planning out how they could spend the rest of the day together . . . nor daring to waste a precious second. Rueben watched the exchange between the two, turning to one of his household staff to prepare a room for the Duke. Having William remain in his estate in the city was . . . unfamiliar. But not unwelcome for Evelina wished for it. And there was not a great deal that he could deprive his daughter of when she asked. Gilly picked up on the excitement, letting out several bleats in a row as he thrust his head back and forth with glee. Though, the goat made no attempt to wriggle free from being held. But rather, merely wished to show signs of his own excitement, mirroring after his four year old companion.
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When William presented a small box, Evelina turned to Rueben who gave a slight nod. She looked back at it, feeling confident to open it now that she had permission from both her Uncle and Father. When revealing its content, Evelina's eyes widened and she let out a loud, enthusiastic gasp. Rueben's eyes met William when he turned to look at him, and while the younger male would not say it . . . there was an appreciation in his gaze. Anything that anyone did which brought his daughter happiness, was met with undeniable appreciation from Slade. His gaze then went to Evelina, his heart swelling at the sight of her excitement, though this . . . was emotion well contained. "IT IS BEAUTIFUL!" She cried with excitement. Gratitude replaced eagerness to touch it and she leaned forward, placing several kisses on her uncle's cheek in thankfulness.
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"Oh uncle! It is so pretty!! I liked it so much! Can I wear it?! Or should I save it for a party?!" She was almost afraid to touch it with how much she adored the piece of jewelry. Mainly, because it was from her dear uncle. "PAPA LOOK!" She squealed with joy as she lifted the box to show him. Rueben responded with a smile of approval. "It is very beautiful indeed," he agreed. "SIR GILLY, ISN'T IT JUST SO PRETTY?!" Laughter erupted from her as Gilly bleated again, and again . . . and again. "OH but you cannot wear it Sir Gilly! You are a boy and this is for a girl! UNCLE!" She turned her attention back to William. "Can you putted it on me?!" She asked, eyes wide with hope that he would.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 20, 2021 1:06:36 GMT
Tag: @zainayadav Note: Better gif coming soon! what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Business often drove Slade from his home as there were certain business affairs he would not conduct at his estate. Especially when Evelina was present. Though tonight, she was with a close friend along with a couple of guards and her governess. This caused Slade to enter an empty house, though the moment he stepped inside . . . something felt, off. One of his guards asked if everything was well, for they knew him well enough. Slade instructed them to search upstairs, and they did as told. Slade made his way through the hallway quietly, pausing when he saw the door to his study slightly ajar. Slade was a meticulous man, calculated in all he did and aware of his surroundings at all times. His memory strong and so he knew, and felt the presence of another.
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Making his way to the room, he lifted his cane and gently pushed open the rest of the door to reveal a young woman. He was well aware of his enemies, most of which were indebted to him and so he suspected this person was looking for some form of leverage. Assassin she was not, for an assassin would not be rummaging through his papers. He stood quietly, his stealth entrance not yet alerting her. There was no fear in him. Instead, was intrigue. For this was the first occasion that anyone had managed to enter his otherwise secure estate. It was fortunate indeed, that Evelina was not present. For that was not the sort of leverage that he wished his enemies to gain knowledge of. When she turned around to finally face him, he remained perfectly still in front of her. Expression stoic and demeanour composed.
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He need not ask if she found anything, nor her name. There was however, one thing he would demand of her, for he was not going to let her leave this place without it -- if he allowed her to leave at all. "Who sent you?" His voice calm, but stern and holding a natural tone of authority. "It would be in your best interest to answer." The words holding an underlying threat to them as his gaze fixed on her. She was not the slightest bit familiar to him, and the intrigue strengthened in her skill entering his home undetected.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 17, 2021 2:11:16 GMT
Tag: Ciaran O'Malley Note: I had him open/close the door and enter the room! Hope that's ok  what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN A knock at the door alerted Slade's mind though he showed no physical sign of it, keeping his eyes closed and body still as he tried to adjust to the throbbing. The voice on the other end belonged to one of the very few people that Slade did not hold objection to seeing him in this state. Ciaran after all was usually, if not always, right by his side. Rueben seldom went anywhere without the Irishman's presence. Yet of course the rare exception just happened to coincide with the night that such an assault was evidently planned.
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Slade knew that he should at least wipe the blood off his face before granting entrance, but at the moment, with the adrenaline wearing off left was the pain and the need to adjust to it enough to physically move. "Come in," he invited, assuming that there was no one else with him. Slade's eyes remained closed as he heard the door open, footsteps enter, the door then close. Slowly, the crime lord opened his eyes to rest on the other male.
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"I'm fine," he told him, answering his previous question of whether he was ok. It held truth, so Slade remained alive. These wounds would heal and he would recover. Which, was his enemies mistake. "Was all well here?" He asked, hoping the night remained uneventful at the estate. And that there was no threat on them or his daughter. Following his words, Slade used his cane to help support him to a stand, deciding that sitting here in this disheveled and bloody state had lasted long enough.
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