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» Here are some possibilities but open to all sorts of things!

Stranded.
Arranged Marriage.
Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse.
Assassins.
Fake relationships / engagements / marriages.
Victorian Era.
Fairy Tales.
Mythology.
The Hunger Games.
Harry Potter.
The 100.

Pick one of my characters: here.

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[ Sailing on the high seas for so long, Prince Steve decided to have a little fun and grabbed onto one of the ropes to climb his way up to the lookout point but before he reached the area, he allowed himself to swing a little. The gasps below on the deck only made him laugh but the disapproving look of his 'chaperon', sobered him a tad. The man rattling off his antics would only make his aunt more insistent about settling down and assuming the throne. As if he even wanted the responsibility in the first place.

Moving into the perch, he allowed for the wind to whisk through his hair and the sun to beat down onto his face. The last remains of the sun, at least, because soon enough the moon would rise and bring them one step closer to his awaiting kingdom.

He started to call down to the crew to settling in for the night when the tides began to change violently. Odd. ]

All hands on deck! [ His voice called down as he hurried to land his feet back on the deck with the rest of the scurrying members. The waters churned up more, practically slamming into the vessel and try as they might they could not navigate away from the looming rocks heading their way. ]

Brace for impact! [ With a sickening crunching sound the vessel slammed into the jagged rocks, sending everyone and everything flying everywhere. Steve hit the water so hard nearly all the air wheezed out of his lungs and he sunk down like a stone. It took a few moments for him to become aware again but when he did he tried to fight the way back to the surface, lungs burning and chest feeling heavier and heavier by the moment.

No, no, no. He needed to resurface and help his crew - his family. They mattered more to him than anyone else back in the kingdom and he couldn't lose them.

He couldn't. ]

[ Riverdale: the town sounded quaint and Veronica didn't know how to handle it. Big cities she knew how to manoeuvrer around and disappear into her own niche but small towns revealed too much. Why should she care? Well, she had a very big secret and she needed to make sure no one discovered it.

Sighing deeply to herself, Veronica went into the local hangout. Pops? Did she fall into a 50s sitcom or something? With a roll of her eyes, she went over to the counter to order a burger, fries and a chocolate milkshake before taking a seat at one of the booths. She removed her gloves and sat them aside, eyes drifted over to some of the other patrons.

The whole retro vibe would lose its appeal really quick but what could she do? Her mother wanted to move them back to her hometown and refused to listen to any of her arguments on the matter.

Fingertips sparking for a moment, she quickly managed to wrap her emotions back under control just as her food clanged onto the table. Too close. ]

[ The shot rang through the air, the noise reverberating throughout Clarke's body as she looked on in horror at Lexa nearly crumbling to the ground. Without thinking twice, she darted out to catch her and bring them both over to the bed. Frantically, she tore at Lexa's clothing to find where the bullet lodge itself all the while trying to fumble for her makeshift first aid kit she kept with her. ]

You're going to be okay. [ The words were to reassure her as much as Lexa if not more. Tears stinging her eyes, she readied the utensils and disinfected as best as she could before she started to pull the bullet out and stitch up the wound. She finished up by bandaging it, her eyes barely leaving Lexa's face the entire time.

At least, Titus had stumbled away and left them to deal with things. ]

I know we don't have a lot of time but you have to rest for now, I mean it. We can worry about everything else later.

[ Quaint was, perhaps, the perfect word for Riverdale. Cheryl Blossom knows this better than anyone; Riverdale is a small town, one that she may as well be the queen of. Or, princess of. It doesn't really matter; what matters is that she's notorious.

Rarely is she out without her hand in Jason's, or her arm slipped through his. They make quite the picture, she knows; there are whisperings amongst the townspeople about them. About her family, in general. But it doesn't matter, because she is bold, and strong, and powerful. She is fire. And she is feared.

Today is different. Jay-Jay is nowhere to be seen. His lack of presence is exhilarating as it is terrifying for Cheryl; but she can function on her own. Particularly when there's business to take care of.

Jason dislikes her "petty games," anyway. And when there's a new heiress in town, it's only polite to introduce herself. Which is why, with a flash of red hair and redder lipstick, she swiftly enters Pop's--and places one hand with long, red talons on the table in front of Veronica. ]

Cheryl Blossom. May I sit?

[ She offers a smile, and sits without waiting for Veronica to speak. ]

[It's like a bad dream, the kind of nightmare you have in the two hours sleep you get before a battle.

There are no words to be said when she looks down at the black stain of her blood leaking out of her, the gun in Titus' hand... and Clarke. She must have thought of dying a million times before. Heda's came and went like the summer birds, she had been an exception, but even those don't last forever.

But she didn't think it would end like this, with the sharp, suddenness of it all, the taste of Clarke still lingering on her lips, the hope that she could get her to stay still sticking to the back of her throat with all the words she was sure she would never, now, get to say.

The world seems to swim beneath her, and then she's grabbed, picked up by arms she would know in any lifetime... arms she could never have conceived of betraying her. Titus.

It doesn't matter anymore, her head is light, her body trembles as she tries to focus on Clarke, on her sweet face that had been smiling not ten minutes before, on the worry that now creases her brow as she tries to staunch the blood flow, tries to find something to fix Lexa's wound.

She had never been one to let things be.]

Clarke. [her voice doesn't feel right, the pain too sharp for her to completely mask that she feels it but she presses on.] Clarke do not be afraid. [Death is not the end, she almost adds, but, it would be, for Clarke. She has never given Lexa anything but disbelieving looks when that comes up. It is not in the Skaikru nature to accept death.

At least, it was not in Clarke's so Lexa makes no noise of protest when Clarke starts to dig around inside the wound, seeking the traitorous bullet that had ruined a day that had barely been salvaged, to begin with.

She ignores the way her eyes water and her vision spins as each stitch pulls her unwilling flesh back together, she even manages to smile a little when Clarke is done and tells her to rest.]

If you do not go, you will never get past the blockade. You wish to be with your people, you still can. [She tries for reassuring as her fingers squeeze Clarkes, but her grip is as fuzzy as her vision is right now, and she's not sure she's helping her case.

Not that it's a case she wants to make... but Clarke was clearly no safer in Polis. Titus had been the one the commanders in her dream had warned her about. Of all the people it could've been.]

[ The expression of gratitude takes Matt by surprise, and for the first time in who knows how long, a hesitant smile appears on his face. No one's ever said that to him before, no one's ever thanked him. It feels nice.

He stands up a little straighter because of it, too. If he'd been able to somehow make a difference, if things were better now, then dying would be worth it. ] Thank you, sir.

[ Once again he's thrown off-guard by something the other man says, cocking his head in confusion. ] 1918. Maybe...1919? [ He doesn't really know how long he's been dead, after all, but it's obviously been a little while. ]

[ Emotions fueled everything, sometimes as soft as a whisper, feather light and fleeting while other times they were consuming to the very depths of a person, pulling them underneath currents without any mercy. But each and every person in their society wanted to feel something because it ensured a soulmate; the perfect other half to make you whole. It sounded rather cliche and fairy book but it held things together when it could have spiraled into ultimate demise.

If someone didn't feel anything but their own sense of self it meant they were one of the very, very rare unmarked ones. The unmarked were scorned and thought of as dangerous because why would mother nature deem someone unfit for another half?

Typically, they were tossed into the outback, far away from everyone else to not taint them all with their instability. Whether such an instability existed mattered very little.

For Steve Rogers, he just so happened to be soulmate-less but he managed to keep it to himself and when he crashed the plane to save the world, it didn't really matter in the end. His tattoo never made sense and he never felt his soulmate there in the back of his mind. No one ever shared his emotions and as much as it pained him, his demise meant Peggy could once again focus on finding her intended rather than lose focus with him.

Waking up seventy or so years later really tossed him for a loop. Anxiously pacing back and forth in the same room they had him in after they explained what happened, Steve waited for the one they assigned to help him 'acclimate'.

The last name being Stark made him both eager and fearful. Both emotions remained when the man entered the room and for the first time in his entire life he felt a surge, a ping and his tattoo felt hot, white hot, in fact resting on his chest.

It never made any sense but little did he know the tattoo was a replica of the arc reactor featured on Tony's chest. ]

[ Popping a fry into her mouth, Veronica slowly looked up to see the face of the owner of the red nails suddenly featured on her table. Didn't take long for news to travel about fresh meat, did it? But she's used to the attention as all those in the Lodge family were, especially due to recent events with her dad. He made them rather infamous but if the others only knew the secret she harbored deep within, the one she needed to keep under very strict lock and key.

Her mom wanted them to put the pieces back together and anything else startling would only hinder the process.

Chewing on another fry, she only narrowed her eyes slightly when the girl sat down without an invite. Uncouth.

Cheryl Blossom. The girl far too much of a persona of how she used to be. Interesting. The mean girl wanted to give her the spiel then. ]

Charmed. Veronica Lodge and are you the welcoming committee? [ With a raise of an eyebrow, she took a delicate bite of the burger, dabbing her mouth with a napkin afterwards. ] And just so you know you should go a shade darker or lighter with that red lipstick if you want it to work for your complexion.

[Tony had never been a big fan of the whole soulmate thing. He made a lot of noises about being an empiricist, about there being no real scientific evidence, but the truth was a lot more prosaic than that. Howard Stark's son had known what the shield on the inside of his right wrist meant the second he was old enough to understand what a soulmate was.

The universe had tied him to a dead man. Hilarious.

Except it hadn't stopped laughing, apparently, because some three decades later Tony had been in the middle of poking at one of his myriad projects when his chest suddenly twisted so hard that for a second Tony thought the reactor had failed. The surge vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving ghostly echoes of shock, confusion and an overwhelming sadness. And none of it was his.

He'd been in the middle of reaching for the phone when Fury called. And Fury had to have known, for all that he'd been nothing but his usual charming self when he'd barked that Tony had better get his ass over there. Tony had been hiding his mark for most of his life, but Fury was Fury. And no one in their right mind would have called in Tony Stark over something as delicate as trying to re-acclimate a man to a new century if there hadn't been some ulterior motive. For once, Tony hadn't argued.

So here he was. Staring at a man who was born sixty years before him but looked twenty years younger. His right hand twitched slightly at the heat spreading from the mark on his wrist, and he folded his arms across his chest, trying to find some semblance of calm here.]

Captain Rogers. I'm Tony Stark.

[As first introductions went, it probably could have gone better.]

[ Blood drenched her hands, the black droplets staining everything around them and even with the heart clenching terror filling her, she tried to keep as calm as possible. Lexa needed her steady and in control of their current situation, especially when she needed to keep them safe for the time being. Eyes darting over to the entrance, she moved momentarily to try and blockade them inside. Anyone initiating an attack now would be dangerous for them, nearly fatal.

Lexa never listened when she told her to not become involved.

Returning to the bed, tears stung her eyes as she knelt on it, close enough to Lexa to keep an eye on her but also with enough distance to spring up into action if needed. A paranoid behavior perhaps but things were happening quickly and with so much unease she refused to take any chances. ]

I. am. not. leaving. you. [ The words are fierce and resolute, not leaving any room for any sort of argument on the matter. How could Lexa even think for a moment she would leave her there too weak to defend herself? Sure, Lexa managed incredible feats before but a bullet wound tested anyone, regardless of 'destiny'. ]

[ Slowly, she ran her hand over Lexa's hair, fighting back tears again. ] My people will be fine. We have to worry about us right now. I'm not sure how long we can stay here.

[ But moving Lexa would be too high of a risk and she just needed to make their current situation work somehow. ]

Tell me if you feel hot, Lexa, okay? That's not a good sign.

[She should want her to stay.

No. She does want her to stay, she'd have wanted her to stay if Clarke still kept to her room and never spoke to her. Lexa could've gladly waited a thousand years for her, if only she knew she was safe, in Polis.

But if she ever was safe in Polis, she isn't any longer and that little voice in the back of her mind that whispers like the Commander she trained under says and she never will be.]

Octavia is waiting. [Somehow, she remembers, somehow that sharp, reckless girl that she had ordered killed until Clarke protested it swims to the front of her mind as she pulls Clarke's hand from her hair, slowly to her lips to press a soft kiss there. There's blood on her lips but it doesn't matter.] If we are to have peace, Pike must be stopped... The blockade.

[If there was anyone who fell from the sky right into their lands that could stop this it was Clarke. It was always Clarke, had always been Clarke. They could swap chancellors, send her mother, Jaha, Kane, even Bellamy... none were like Clarke. None were meant for this. Whatever authority they wielded had burned in the fires that brought them from the sky.

But not Clarke. She found her legs on the ground, she had marched into Lexa's tent, a place some wouldn't even dare to venture on bended knee and she had demanded and fought as well as any warrior who had lived this their whole life when she had been here not even half a year.]

Victory... [She says, swallowing back pain, blinking away any traitorous tears that threatened to expose her true desires.] Stands on the back of sacrifice, Clarke.

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[She told herself she wasn't going to do it again. After the last time she swore to herself that she would never again try to break the curse that kept her chained to her lonely island. It wasn't worth the hope or the inevitable heartbreak that came. The first two hundred years she'd dashed herself against the fickle hearts of men, hoping that one would come to love her in spite of what she was.

Her jailers had condemned her for what she was, had cursed her for circumstances beyond her control rather than judge her for her heart or actions. For decades she'd tried again and again to find the one man who might see past what she was and come to love her for who she was.

And every time they had learned the truth, the whole truth, they had turned their backs on her and condemned her as surely as those before.

She'd told herself she wouldn't shipwreck another young man onto this island, for the last hundred years, over and over again she tried to teach herself to be content with her solitary existence. She honed her magic and saw to the prosperity of this island. She hunted game and farmed the land, she fished the oceans and explored its depths for the treasure of ships that had sunk beneath the waves. And every time a ship had come near her island she'd resisted the urge to try once more.

Until she saw him.

There was something about the way he'd stood on board, something proud and free that had appealed to her. She'd felt her heart soar watching him hang without fear from the rigging of the ship even as the waves had tossed it to and fro. Treading water not far off, mermaid-tail churning beneath her to keep her aloft she'd found herself transfixed. There was no part of her that could resist him. The pain of what she'd lost and the constant heartbreak had dulled in the absence of company. The lure of everything he embodied and represented outweighed the history of her incarceration. Hope kindled in her breast and she didn't even think twice before using her magic to call harsh winds and rough waves to batter the ship. Single-minded in her purpose she drew a storm to crash over that ship, again and again until the man flew free of it.

And at once, she swam beneath the water to retrieve him, to save him and pull him ashore before he could die among the bones of so many sailors who had traveled too close to her island before.]

[ While not often too selfish, there were a few things Clarke stubbornly held onto and those she loved happened to fall into the category. She would do anything in her power to be there for them, sometimes ignoring very important decisions in an effort to maintain a loved ones safety. They were her blind spot, the one touch of weakness in her otherwise steely demeanor. Lexa existed as one of the greatest weaknesses but love for her rested as a strength at the end of it all. She would always refuse to see caring and loving as a weakness to be exploited. Without love, she wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as she had.

Heart clenching painfully in her chest, Clarke moved to lay down next to Lexa, running a smoothing hand up and down her side. It had to display her choice clearly enough but Lexa continued to talk, despite needing to keep quiet to heal and mend. Fiercely stubborn no matter what.

The kiss nearly overwhelmed her and she looked up at Lexa with her own watery eyes. ]

Why must we always have to sacrifice being with each other. [ The words were out of her mouth before she could think twice, a few of the hot tears slipping rapidly down her cheeks.

But she knew Pike needed to be stopped and soon before things triggered into an even larger scale war. ]

They'll hand him over. They have to. [ But she knew there would be a resistance and the blockade going towards the camp would not help matters. They would want Clarke to pay as well given they saw her as the leader, regardless of Kane being the actual Chancellor. She refused to think of Pike as being in charge. ]

I can't leave you, Lexa. Things are dangerous for you with Ice Nation here now. They want revenge. They want power and to have a Commander on the throne. [ Sitting up, she looked down at Lexa. ] You can't ask me to leave you like this. You can't expect it.

[ Water stung his eyes and made everything hopeless distorted and grotesque. The burning in his lungs heightened and he nearly felt as if they would explode at any moment but the black dots swimming in front of his vision happened to be the worst of all. Resigning himself to the end drawing near, the pressure slowly ebbed from his consciousness and the sand sticking along his skin registered a few long moments later. Sputtering water and heaving in air, Steve's eyes moved around quickly, eventually falling onto the face of a woman. She appeared concerned and idly he wondered if she saved him.

Relief only lasted a moment as he realised the rest of his crew were still in danger. Fighting his limbs to cooperate, he attempted to stumble into a standing position, gesturing wildly to the water. For some reason, his voice felt too raspy and his throat ached too much to speak at the moment. But she had to notice the wreckage and all the others in the water?

If she saved him -

But no one could try and rescue so many men. Yet. Making his way to the waters edge, the strong currents raged in front of him and Steve felt his heart twist sickeningly in his chest. No, no, no. Tears gathered in his eyes as he noticed a piece of the ship wreckage nearby. His fingers reached out to grab for it and he clutched it to his chest.

His family were lost in Davey Jones' locker and he couldn't do anything or risk upsetting the oceanic spirits more.

Shoulders slumping, he tried to look around for something to use as a vessel to at least try to save them. Fates be damned. They might have made it.

Someone else might still be alive. ]

[ Eyes darting around nervously, the cold continued to seep throughout his body, something the scientists and doctors reassured would end soon enough. Being frozen for seventy odd years took time to move past and the fact he could take in air at all proved a feat. It felt the complete opposite of a feat when he felt so out of sorts. The tightness in his chest seemed a little extra jarring but he tried to not consider too much about it. Maybe prior to the incident he might have thought about soulmates again but mother nature decided not to give him one.

Right?

Yet another thing to set him apart before he received the serum but he couldn't really complain. At least, others around him were able to find their soulmates because of his sacrifices.

The man, though, looked almost like a ghost to Steve's eyes, a blurring of the past and the present. It nearly felt like seeing Howard for a second but when he blinked a couple of times the image faded from his view. The heat on his chest remained and the anticipation grew thicker inside of him.

Interesting.

Shivering, he held out a chilled hand for Tony. Manners and all.

Tony Stark. ]

Nice to meet you, Tony. [ He paused for a moment. ] Did you draw the short end of the stick to have to show me around? [ The weakness spreading through his entire body continued but he wanted to hide it from the doctors to be able to leave the hospital wing. He couldn't stand being there for another second or he would scream.

Steeling himself, he slid off the bed and while he wobbled dangerously he managed to stay on his feet. He ripped off the wires and needles, nearly looking at Tony with almost painfully vulnerable hope. ]

[ The fumbling with the date sunk Steve's heart further in his chest and he wished he never asked in the first place. Upsetting a spirit probably wouldn't earn him very many brownie points. Looking down for a moment, Steve moved back to sit on the end of the bed. The exhaustion still lingered and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't crash onto the floor and rouse the rest of the Commandos. ]

Aren't ghosts supposed to cross over? [ He still wanted to blame the exhaustion but he decided to accept the state of things for the moment. For the most part. ] Do you have some kinda unfinished business or something?

[Tony moved forward to take the offered hand on pure reflex, then blinked as the Captain began pulling free of the myriad of medical equipment. He was no expert, but he was pretty sure a lot of that was important.

He might have been about to ask what Steve thought he was doing, but then Tony caught that look. The one that said if he stayed in here any longer, he was going to lose it. Tony was painfully familiar with the feeling.

And even if he couldn't feel some indescribable mix of emotions tugging at his chest, Tony still would have given him the same flash of a grin.]

Nope. I'm here to break you out.

[ When the man's only reaction is to return to the bed, Matt can't decide if that's good or bad. Until he notices the slowness in the way he moves, the unconscious heaviness in how he carries himself. Of course he's exhausted, they all are, aren't they? And the officers more than anyone, Matt supposes. Carrying the weight of command, the expectations of their men. The guilt of loss. ]

I, uh. [ Matt figures it's good that he's a ghost, hopefully it hides the flush of shame that rises in his face as he ducks his head. ] Don't know that I'm all that much of a hurry, considering.

[ If there's unfinished business, he doesn't know what it is. But he isn't going to argue over any kind of reprieve from the one-way ticket to Hell he knows is waiting for him. ]

[ For the first time since waking up, a genuine smile worked over Steve's face and he felt lighter somehow. Nodding his head, he moved forward, ducking around the corner to see where the others currently were milling around. Planning a jailbreak probably wouldn't win him many favors but at the moment he couldn't care less.

They should have known better than to corner him in the first place. Clearly, they knew all about him.

Ducking into a side corridor, Steve let out a breath, waiting for Tony to follow him. Two more corridors and they would be out - he hoped, at least. ]

That Fury guy is sure demanding. [ The words were murmured as Steve continued to lead them through the compound, the shivers still working up and down his spine. The trembling made it a little difficult but he had dealt with far worse in the war. ]

You don't know the half of it.

[Tony muttered back with a dry look as they made their way through the corridors. They probably didn't need to be sneaking all that much, but Steve seemed to be enjoying it so Tony left him to it. If Fury didn't want them leaving, he shouldn't have sent Tony in to begin with.

Though he did glance curiously Steve's way when they apparently were paused for a moment.]

How much did they tell you?

[ Sneaking around had become nearly second nature for Steve during the war and even being in a new time period changed very little with his natural instincts. Better safe than sorry and he needed to explore more to trust the war really ended. He hoped, almost desperately but he knew better than to blindly believe anything anyone said, especially those in a government setting.

Gazing over at Tony, he felt his heart beat a little faster and he couldn't understand why. If only he paid more attention in school when it came to their lessons about soulmates and bonding. ]

Not much. I don't think they wanted to overwhelm me. [ He shook his head with a deep frown. ] The basics of I've been frozen for over seventy years and now it's 2011 I think the Director told me. That's - [ His hands clenched for a moment. ] Everyone knows who I am, apparently, and there's a group called the Avengers. Not much other than that. Are you one of them? The Avengers? [ Kind of cheesy name but he'd keep such thoughts to himself. ]

[ Giving a tired nod of his head, Steve noticed the commotion downstairs becoming quieter and quieter. The others must be settling down for the night to catch some shut eye. Something Steve needed to do as well because he couldn't remember the last time he actually slept. But in his defense, super soldiers could go much longer without sleep. But pushing himself so strongly would probably come back to haunt him. ]

Well, you don't have to worry. We won't be here too long before we're heading back out. We've got a lot more ground to cover. [ And raids to accomplish but why worry a ghost unnecessarily? If he even believed the whole ghost aspect in the first place. ]

Been awhile since I talked to someone like this. [ Usually, the others were only discussing strategies with him, which he understood but he needed to unwind sometimes too. ]

[Tony studied him for a moment before tipping him a wry half-smile.]

Technically, I'm just a consultant. [It still stung, just a little, but Tony was pretty good at ignoring that.]

But if you're asking if I can fill in blanks, then yes, probably. And very likely more than Fury wants me to know. Come on, this way.

[He grabbed the edge of Steve's sleeve, mostly because he didn't trust himself with skin-to-skin contact yet, and pulled him towards the hallway that lead towards the door.]

Just walk briskly and look like you know where you're going. [He murmured it under his breath, glancing briefly Steve's way.] If anyone tries to stop us, let me do the talking.

There may come a time when we don't have too. [she says, echoing Clarke's words from earlier this afternoon and her sentiment about so many other times before today. Life was about more than surviving. Wasn't it?

Was it?

What life would there be to have if Clarke's people did something rash and got themselves killed? Or if Lexa's never accepted Clarke.

It could be Costia all over again, and there would never come a day when Lexa would be prepared to find Clarke's head in a box at the end of her bed.]

Your people would've gone to war for Finn. [It's not something Lexa treasures bringing up, least of all now with yet another person Clarke cared about covered in sticky, drying blood, least of all when she didn't really want her to go. But some things would always be more important than her wants.]

He was just a boy. They made Pike chancellor.

They are your people. Azgeda will not attack Polis. [Even if she had to get out of bed to stop them herself.] The wound will heal. [Maybe. She's never felt anything quite like this in her life, but it must, right?]

[If Captain America is making deals with him then he must be desperate, or at least passionate enough to sit some usual rigid rules and morals to the side. Frank knows recent events haven't exactly been in the Captain's favor but his personal view on the man hasn't changed. Rogers knows he won't say no.

Thinking on it, Frank sighs and mutters something to himself before turning away from the ledge. He doesn't disappear though, simply climbing down the nearby fire escape and dropping to the floor, keeping some distance between them.]

You get all your information and then I do whatever the hell I want. [His terms. Whether they like it or not, they will always clash there.] You know I'll find him later, even if not today or the next.

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