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Don Rosemary ‘Spade’ Paolazzi. Independent DC OC. Mun and Muse 21+. Panfandom.
Exploring Themes of: Family, Injustice, Revenge, Deepest Desires, Rage, Gluttony, Addiction, Trauma, and Rage
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[what if, I brought the twins back]
“What, have you never seen me in my work attire? Granted this has been sitting in the back of my closet for a minute, but-”
“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!”
Newspapers and Tobacco
Neon Signs 🔆
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“I swear to Christ I’ve reached that point in the night where I’m just going to start shooting and not ask any fucking questions.”
❝ there are some things worse than death. would you like to see them? ❞
That melody…it’s here again, playing on. So far, it is smooth, pleasant to hear.
“I am not sure I’m meant to see such things,” Sigma replies as his eyes close, his breathing beginning to be deeper, slower. It’s an attempt to ground himself. “I believe I have seen far too much already. My experiments…my work…I am yet to finish it. And yet, the consequences, this…this music!”
Hold it together! The music rises in volume, becoming a cacophony in his mind. His self-soothing was not sufficient this time.
“No, no, no!” The scientist grabs his head as he shakes his head. “Far too much, I’ve experienced far too much! The loneliness, the isolation! That is much worse than death. I know it!”
“No one is, but once you cross that thresh hold,” her voice trailed off. Tilting her head back and letting her eyes close, she inhaled deeply, grinning a little too wide. Tongue danced across the undersides of teeth, baring them. “Might as well make yourself at home, no?” Hands clasping behind her back, she walked along, white doctoral coat fluttering.
“There’s no need to face this all alone darling. I’ll happily help wherever I can. After all, it seems that you and I, well- we ought to get on well, hm?”
“Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m only going to continue to be a problem because I’m cranky and sober. So unless you’ve got gin on you somewhere, I don’t want to hear about how I’m being a bitch.”
Spanish Trail Motel
Arizona
Abandoned West
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Ektar 100iso
He’s silent for what feels like hours after her question before his grip on the wheel begins to relax.
“…..No, I’m not alright. This never should have happened. I should have known, I should have been more careful.”
Curling up into the corner of the seat, Ro pulled her legs in tightly against herself. Pursing her lips, she exhaled softly through her nose. Granted, she would agree that there was always a better plan. Wind ran up and over the front of the car, streetlights dotting the street.
Softly, “You can’t plan for everything. No matter how well we know our enemies, there is always something. Always an ‘x’ factor. Believe me.” Speaking from experience, she had recently been inside the GCPD against her will.
A dress decorated with playing cards. Fancy dresses described : or, What to wear at fancy balls. 1887. Internet Archive
GCPD Tape I In Custody: Dr. Rosemary J. Paolazzi, Precinct 1 4 May 20XX
