INDEFINITE HIATUS

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    “Fifty thousand?” Emma repeated with doubt that over powered the slight surprise in the tone of her voice. “A doctor with powers?” She couldn’t believe anything that came from his mouth, expect that he was human accompanied by magical abilities - almost like a warlock was what came to her mind. She didn’t trust those either but she couldn’t say no to a job like this, even if she didn’t usually take the money, she’d be a fool not to with its continuous growth. “What’s the case?” She finally agreed and hid her gun, she kept it close in case he decided to try anything. Even if he ended up betraying her in some way, she knew in advance not to trust everything he said and if the money didn’t follow through, she wouldn’t be upset - entirely.
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     sounded like she didn’t believe him and for a split second, dmitri found this to be a waste of his time. if she wasn’t going to help him then there was no need to try and expend anymore interest in trying to resolve this. if it ended up being the case, he’ll kill everyone by himself. or at least attempt to. surprise evident on his features, dmitri put on a cocky smile the moment she put her gun away. “let’s walk and talk, hmm? it’ll be a bit obvious if we just gawk in the middle of the sidewalk.” he started to walk elsewhere, anywhere around the block, to discuss the terms of his situation. “as a kid, there was a group that wanted to overthrow the dolohov family. my parents, and those before them, were rich. were aristocracy. had influence over regions. and... they had powers. so naturally, they wanted every bit of it. i thought every last one of the members had died.. but that doesn’t seem to be the case. that’s where i need your help -- to abolish them.”

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🌹*╱           ⋮ ╰  normally, the young artist would absolutely hate to be rude. especially when she was sitting across from someone she cared so deeply about but, as he had said to her one cold night, artists like them couldn’t help when inspiration struck. and as they sat across from another waiting for their food to arrive, juliet couldn’t help the OVERWHELMING desire to draw him     and she always had a pen on her. a flustered giggle passes her lips, suddenly finding a million things wrong with the sketch she had just finished. always so critical of her own work, she was. ❝ i-i mean      it could be. no, yes ! it is. it’s probably horrible and looks nothing like you, i know. ❞
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     oh how that giggle filled his senses, his eyes squinting behind his lenses in sheer happiness. it was lovely to see her in this light, to be sketching on napkins and going where the wind takes her. it was flattering that she had sketched him and that alone was more than he could have ever asked for. “are you kidding? this looks very much like me!” he exclaimed, reaching into his book bag for his phone and taking a few pictures of the item. “if i was a cartoon character for a show, i would want you to be the one designing my character,” he cheesed, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze. “if only i could draw you but you would end up looking like a cactus for sure.”

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     🌹*╱           ⋮ ever since she was a little girl, juliet had a habit of doodling on napkins. it developed as a way to tune out her father and brother during family dinners. although she was in much better company than her father, the napkins before them and the pen that sat within her purse were a bit tempting. still being an attentive and engaged friend, she’s scribbling onto her napkin up until their food arrives. she took to dressing the salad that sat in front of her before puncturing her fork into the dish. ❝ yeah but, they’re all works in progress. nothing really to show. ❞ she’ll declare before taking a bite. ❝ there’s no need to apologize. your rehearsals and getting sleep is way more important than me. ❞ a soft grin (free of lettuce, thank god.) finds her lips. ❝ i’m glad we’re together now, though. ❞ she’ll give her napkin masterpiece a final glance before sliding it toward him. 
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     interest piqued as she started to etch something onto her napkin, something that he could only assume was produced out of boredom. was he really that terrible of company? doubt filled his mind and he was hesitant to look at her, so aleric sat there and listened with eyes to his sandwich every time he finished taking a bite. at the mention of his rehearsals being more important, eyes went wide and he snapped his head up ( unfortunately for him, there had been lettuce sticking out from the corner of his lips briefly before wiping it away. “no no, that’s not good. my rehearsals should be the last thing from... your....” voice trailed away as she slid the paper across the table, heart melting into a pile of goo at the sight of her sketch. she really did have such immense talent. “is... is this me...?”

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“And yet I find myself repeating myself - how much?” Emma deadpanned, she was blunt and straight to the point. If she were to get anything out of this, it wouldn’t go to her. There were people she was in charge to take care of and they all depended on her. She would be crazy to say no to this opportunity, sometimes she had too much pride and she needed to learn to suck it up for this. “Too late for that.” She was caught in the right place at the wrong time with the police on her own case, she knew they would be too stupid to figure it out by themselves. “I would need some proof of that, wouldn’t I? Before I start dealing with whatever the hell you are.” She added, not budging just yet. She didn’t trust him, every part of her warned her not to and since she couldn’t read him by his appearance clearly, she couldn’t make a rash decision.
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     “we can start with fifty thousand... and if you actually up helping me finish the job, i’ll pay you ten times that.” there was no indication on his face that he was lying, and he was more than happy to show her his bank account. dmitri did not come by this money.. legally, necessarily, but he did attempt at helping others more than he ever cared to help himself. THAT was his reasoning and THAT is how it will stay. the air of mystery around her confirmed that she was the very person that he needed to help him, but how else to convince her of this? “i don’t have a dna test that says i’m not a demon. my family was born with powers, we know no heaven or hell. demons, as i understand it, are hell-ish. i’m just.. a doctor. what do you say? otherwise, i’ll go on my own. and keep the money to myself.”

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    “A bounty requires a payment. How much and why do you think I’d help you?” His cockiness and not being concerned about getting shot made her put him into consideration as some sort of demon. Of course, other hunters she’s met were similar in a way but much more concerned about the aftermath of themselves. “You think just ‘cuz you’re some demon I’ll work with you? If you really have heard of me, then you really don’t understand what I do and if you do, then what makes you think you’re so special that I won’t kill you instead?”
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     “because of how much i’m willing to pay you,” dmitri smirked, only to mask his shuddering thoughts. in truth, there was much resentment in how he was feeling. dmitri never cared to ask for help and the only reason why he was doing it now was because he thought his past had ended. apparently not. head tipped to the side and his face turned sour, as though it were in insult that she called him that. “a demon? i’m not a demon. don’t lump me into that category. i’m perfectly.... human.” last bit was spoken with a devilish hint to it and he dared to step closer. “you don’t have a reason to kill me. unless you want to be thought of as a murderer, then by all means, i URGE you to try. i have plenty of money. you wouldn’t want to pass that up, now would you?”

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🌹*╱          ⋮ ╰  meeting his brother would certainly be a better idea than aleric meeting any of her family. her brother’s political career kept him far too busy to worry himself with his little sister’s friends and juliet refused to bring people she actually cared for within a TEN MILE RADIUS of her father. the girl follows closely behind him as the two made their way toward the back of the cafe. curious eyes glance about the establishment’s interior, wondering what sorts of memories lie within these four walls ; for him and for others. once they reached the booth, she’ll sit with her arms wrapped around herself ; still SELF-CONSCIOUS and a bit cold ( as always. ) his answer brings a pleasant smile to her lips. the sound of his laughter only causes her smile to grow. ❝ you’ve come a bit full circle then, haven’t you ? ❞ 
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     “something like that,” he chuckled sheepishly, running his slender fingers through his hair. “they’ve all moved on. to bigger and better things.. places.” there was no malice in his voice ; it had been his intent to stay here and so far, there have been no regrets. soon enough, their food arrived and he took to eating as though he hadn’t eaten in days ( as politely as one can ). “have you painted anything new lately? i’d love to see it, if you’ve got pictures. i know it’s been a while since i’d seen you last... and i apologize for it. rehearsals take hours and by that point, i’m trying to find enough time in the day to sleep.” and, well, eat.

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🌹*╱          ╰  ❝  no, i just meant that you’d        ❞ remembering that her dear friend was quite the tease, she scoffs before giving him a playful little shrug. ❝ gosh, you know what i meant ! ❞ when she spoke originally, she didn’t even put much thought to the double meaning her words carried. then again, he was always WITTIER and more CLEVER than she, that would probably explain why his jokes sometimes flew clear over her head. ❝ i always hear so much about your brother, i’d love to meet him one day. ❞ wanting to meet his family? that seemed a bit bold. again, the dress. once they’re in the cafe, she mulls over the menu while he orders. when he prompts her to order, she decides on a salad and water as her drink. ❝ so, uh      how’d you find out about this place ?
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     meeting his brother would make him so... so happy. and atlas was always OVER THE MOON when he met aleric’s friends, half because he was automatically attracted to people and half because he was happy to see that aleric was breaching out of his comfort zone. fingers grabbed the plastic number to hang at their table as they sat, tucked in one of the cozier booths in the back of the cafe. “hm, i think it was after rehearsal one day.” it’d been quite awhile since the first time he’d adjourned here that he hardly thought it was necessary to remember. “it was my first professional quartet and we practiced in the same hall that you saw me perform at. it was just as late as tonight and it was the only thing open. good thing too, because we never decided to eat anywhere else again!” he mused, letting out a hearty laugh in its wake. 

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    A defeat sigh escaped her lips, her shoulders slouched as she reached for the gun in the back pocket of her jeans. “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been tryin’ to shake ya off since three blocks from here.” Emma called out with annoyance that took over the tone of her voice once she brought them to a deserted alley way, “Y’know … I usually shoot stalkers first, then ask later.” She warned with her gun now gripped in her hands, ready to pull the trigger.
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     “then you can try if you want.” bullets wouldn’t affect him, not if he could procure bones out of his palm as a shield. last time someone shot at him, they very much regretted the outcome. “i’ve heard about you,” dmitri started, calmly, with hands in the pocket of his italian tailored pants. he was always WELL DRESSED to throw off those that were hunting him. “i’m going to need more than just myself to deal with this... problem. consider it a bounty.”

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🌹*╱          ⋮ ╰  juliet felt a similar CRAVING, the urge to kiss him again and again and again until every inch of him was covered in the mark of her lipstick. her own little painting; his skin the canvas and her lips the brush. these desires stay LOCKED behind tight lips fearing rejection or looking foolish. all she can do is flash him a rather bashful smile and hope that one day she would have the courage to tell him how she truly felt. the sound of his voice pulls her out of her thoughts about him, funnily enough. ❝ oh ! i definitely do. i always find myself starting a painting and by the time i look up the sun is rising. ❞ it was a bad habit of hers. whenever there was a painting to be done, the girl often sacrificed sleep for a finished product. ❝ that’s still not a good reason not to have eaten, especially before a performance like that. you need all your strength, don’t you ?
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     for a moment, he looked at her funny, her words having double meaning. “funny, i didn’t think that you needed strength to play the cello. i definitely don’t have the muscles for it,” aleric teased, in the hopes that she understood that his joke was under the assumption of physical strength. “that’s my brother’s forte, i’m afraid. his muscle mass is about as heavy as i am.” chuckle escaped his lips and he patted her on the shoulder, cheeks stained red from embarrassment at how pathetic the joke actually had been. moments later, they arrived at the cafe and he ordered himself a large panini with chips, and tea as his drink ( an addict, he was ). “and whatever you want.”

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