“I wasn't aware you dreamed about your missions. Rudy. Where else would I be hanging them from?”
Styles kept his stance rigid and and clean, hands behind his back as he arched his eyebrow over at his brother’s little toast. He was a solider though and though. He sometimes shared more in common with Paul than he did his own brothers in that regard. There’s a little shake of his head at those next words.
“ The last thing mother wants is an update on your sleeping patterns. Either of ours.. So perish the thought.”
There’s a pause as he takes a few steps closer, till he’s standing in front of his brother.
“Unless you want your marching orders to return home with me. Solider”
“Krystal was our mission, there shouldn’t be more
to discuss about her.
So, how’s life back at the base
soldier? got any more medals hung
up your belt?”
With a smile far milder than the brew in his hand, Rudy lifts a
makeshift toast to his brother. quick to notice that the coffee’s
gone long stale. It rolls off his tongue with the harsh flavor of
the hot plate underneath the pot. Metallic, burnt, but it still pricks
at the corners of his eyes to nudge them open. Setting himself back
at the table, he bends a bleary, albeit obedient nod.
“Have I? maybe you should report me back
to mother while you’re at it ”
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I just got a whole bunch of followers and I'm not totally unconvinced it’s not because of Rudy’s butt.
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“Your name. Which is’nt the same as her name”
Styles just clicked his tongue at his brother, more than a little annoyed at the others secrets. It wasn't fair. The last thing they needed was more secrets. Not that Rudy wasn't the master at hiding them.
“You hogged the blankets as well.”
“I heard you say her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
“ and? you mumble my name all the time in your sleep,”
he doesn’t bother explaining any more than that, knowing full well that some things should remain secret no matter how much it’ll drive his brother up the wall with not knowing the full story.
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“You have me kept in a cage. That’s already difficult Or you trapped in with me?” He teased easily as his hand dropped to gently drum his nails against the the table in front of them, his eyes flicked up at her as he watched her. Rudy had gotten being unnerving down to a art form by this point. Just like seduction, if the camera footage was anything to go by. “Do you powerless that you can’t help her? Must be a terrible thing. All that power that comes with that pretty blond hair and that pretty white suit and you can’t do a thing to save your own girlfriend.” He chuckled as he dragged his eyes away from Delphine. “Castor. It’s a name that you already have.”
There was a barely there flicker in her eyes at the mention of Cosima. She had a feeling he would use her. Not playing favorites, she couldn’t. Still, she loved her with every fiber of her being, which is why she was here. For her, always for Cosima. “I’m not here to discuss her either. Whatever you are trying, it won’t work. Helena… I can make things really difficult for you, Rudy. Is that what you want? If you are trying to get under my skin, I’m warning you.. Names.. now.” Her voice did raise, but she didn’t yell, though it was commanding. She was to be the one with power and she had to show it.
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Rudy moved to lean against the desk between them, that same unsettling smirk not leaving his face as he stared over at her. He could address her question but where was the fun in that? “Cosima must be a lot to you for you to do all this.” Because of course they knew about Delphine. They tended to know more than they should about those sorts of things. “Is she very sweet to kiss? To hold? It must be terrifying to watch her slip out of your fingers like tiny grains of fucking sand.”
Delphine kept her face still, not showing any reaction. This is the path she had chosen, to keep Cosima and her sisters safe. With it came a side of her she never thought she had, but in a way it came easily. Anything to protect the woman she loved, even if it kept with very difficult decisions. “She’s not a pet, not a trade card.. she’s a person, she’s not yours. I know you have Helena, but why? Who wanted her so badly? I want names.. and not of your brothers, there is more to this.. so who?”
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Rudy just smirked a little, barely a reaction on his own part that he was utterly and totally naked. At the question that smirk got wider before Rudy gave a little shrug. “Why a’nt you? Seems a better question to ask. Then again, you don’t really prefer our company.” Rudy teased, easily talking about the “brothers.” There was a soft little sigh at the mention of Helena, a slight clicking of his tongue as he stared up at the roof. Rudy was good at acting fucking nuts. “They gave her to us. So now she’s ours. I told her to count her sisters.”
Delphine watched every move he made, though her eyes were firmly trained on his face, not caring for the fact he was completely naked. “Why are you not dressed?” Was it to make her uncomfortable? Because it wasn’t working. “I’m not here to talk about Sarah.. I’m here about Helena.. what do they want with her?”
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Rudy just gave a little tilt of his head at that before he slid off the table where he’d been sitting Indian style before dropping himself into the the seat across from Delphine. “And here I was expecting little Sarah. Did I scare her off?”
castorchildren entered the lab
Delphine entered the holding cell, not even batting an eyelash at Rudy and pulled up a chair. “Sit down.” She took one for herself and sat down, crossing her legs over each other.
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“....Rudy. Careful, or I might think you’re glitching.This a little further than you’re usual kinky act. ”
“Shhhh, shhhh don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. There’s no need to panic…at least, not now.”
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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
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Male clones
Mark Rollins
Corporal Miller
Scarface
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"You hardly seemed to mind either way. Look. I get it. You don't want it to happen again.
You know? Straight guys? Freak out at the whole "I fucked a guy thing? It happens."
"I’m just saying that begging is a strong word.. And to my defence, you weren’t exactly gentle either.
Gay freak out? I don’t even know what that means.”
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gypsylobo started following you
"You've got a hell of a disappearing act."
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"It's all rather amusing, don't you think?"
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