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loch2013-10-27 02:21 am
synchronised) wrote in loch2013-10-27 02:21 amtxt me maybe
❝ R U 4 SRS ❞
A T F L N P O S T
synchronised) wrote in loch2013-10-27 02:21 am
❝ R U 4 SRS ❞
A T F L N P O S T
RALEIGH PLS
BUT YOU'RE HIS GIRL :C
SCREAM YOU WENT WITH BABY D:
FOR MAXIMUM SATISFACTION if you can call it that
[ He didn't want to interrupt your work. But yes; he's worried too. ]
i like daddy raleigh ;o;
he enjoys being a dad too, mako, it's a secret
[ The reply is immediate, but no less fierce in sincerity.
He sleeps in Junior's room with a burping towel over one shoulder and a H&K handgun strapped to his side, two burner phones sitting next to the baby monitor. Mako does her work for all of them, for more than just the two of them, and Raleigh keeps the house safe, watches over the one person in his life that he could truly say is his - despite the truths about him being the very opposite. Raleigh belongs to people; he's made peace with who and what he is at a young age. But his son? — this boy will never taste blood in his mouth while Raleigh is still alive. ]
LMAO the worst kept secret in the entire verse
Sometimes there are no other alternatives. Sometimes the only way to open a door is to let another man suck on her tongue and the only way to get through a long night alone is to slide her hand up another woman's thigh, but it's nothing to Mako, while Raleigh (and the Hansens and the house they built with their own hands and the baby they made together while tangled up in anonymous hotel sheets) is everything. ][ Tonight, I'll be home.
Tonight, we'll be together, the three of us.
Tonight, you can fuck me and come in me all you want and he won't because I love you but I don't know how to say the words. ]
can you just imagine all the baddies being SO KNIFEHEAD'S A DAD?
[ He puts away the baby toys that have made their way to unsuspecting places; soft cloth dolls with milk and baby food smeared on the felt, smooth plastic shapes that don't bounce nor have sharp edges, teething rings and babysuckers that are sticky all over — he picks all of them up and carries them to the kitchen, the plastic ones on the sink and the cloth ones in the washer. There are no Jaeger- or kaiju-shaped toys in the collection; none of the people they know would dare to gift them any, and of the scant few neighbors they know who have asked why he won't get Junior any of the popular toys, Raleigh always answers that he's lost family to the sea.
It's usually enough to keep the questions from coming, and Raleigh cuts away from those who don't. They won't make any headway with the homeowners' association and the neighborhood watch — Raleigh knows more than ten ways to strangle a man with only his body, twice more with everyday tools, and he thinks it's safe to assume they're not the kind that gets invited to these suburban shenanigans anyway.
Raleigh is a terrorist's knuckle-fighting homemaker, and their kitchen is stocked with murder weapons of every shape and size. The garage keeps enough space for two SUVs and a couple bikes, and they have their own incinerator. There's a solid safe that holds a few hundred thousand in various currencies, most of them stained with strangers' blood at the edges. Raleigh has a son who he revolves around from the moment he wakes to the moment he sleeps, and he is with the woman who has owned every part of him from the moment they first met.
I'll make me worth your time, he assures her. I'll be what you need me to be. ]