Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 6, 2015 21:22:04 GMT -5
Why was he here?
The doctor asked himself as he stared at the numbers to the apartment that had taken him days to find. Nigma had never made it easy for him. So if he had taken the time to come here why was it taking him so long to knock? Why didn’t he come in through the window and cut the power to the building? Those were the ways he would have done it in the past, but not today. After what had transpired he didn’t even know how to approach what he wanted.
The doctor continued to stare at the numbers as they mocked him. Nigma either knew he was already there or was occupied with something else. Regardless he knew that he was going to have to take the challenge to initiate. Why was he here again? The doctor sighed and pushed his hair back through his fingers. He had taken a shower this morning, a short one with soap but no real shampoo or conditioner. Those were luxuries that soap covered just fine. Still, it made the front of his hair look slicker and stringy. He could see a partial reflection of himself in the glass under the numbers. He doubted Edward was behind it but if he was, what reasons would he have to open it?
He could have wasted this kind of time now….But instead.
The doctor went to knock, but before it landed his hand went down and checked to see if it was open. It would have been a long time to stand here with a door that was open the entire time, but luckily for him in that aspect it was locked. The door gave resistance and he let go to not twist it to make noise. Instead he was going to make it a bit quieter. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a reinforced shiny metal syringe. It looked like he pulled it right out of the dark age of medicine, but it was actually quite new. The doctor crouched and placed the tip just inside the lock. Slowly he squeezed out the contents and waited for a few moments.
Carefully, he grabbed the handle again and turned to find opening it was now much easier. The handle moved with easy and slowed him to push it open. He was quiet as he pushed it opened; only allowing a sliver of himself to show. He could see the flicker of the television and Nigma sitting in front of it, seemingly glued to it. He slipped in while barely holding the door opened at all, one of the benefits to being as thin as he was. Gently, he let the door go back where it was and progressed to stalk to the couch. The television was white noise to him as he focused in on Nigma staring at it. The doctor continued his approach until he stood just behind him. He was aware if the screen split just the right color he’d be seen, but at this point it didn’t matter. He was already in far too deep.
He reached out his hand to his hair but he didn’t touch it. He pulled it away and crouched down behind him instead. He brought his lips close to his ear. “What fear has taken you?” He whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 19:48:34 GMT -5
His spoon went stirred into the bowl of cereal in his hand in almost a numbing motion as he stared at the flakes and real strawberries within it. It lacked the class of his usually over prepared meal, but he hadn’t been expecting company that evening. Life had become painfully dull as of late, as if the colors were slowly being drained from the reality around him. He tried to ponder over new puzzles and strategies, and yet his mind only saw a blank paper in return. He had considered the options, but each lacked any enthusiasm. Robbing a bank was far too simple. He had done so in the past, far too many times, and he had little need for the money since he had already amassed a large fortune. Playing his game with Batman lacked it usual challenge, for he already knew the answer of the great puzzle. It had been so simple, he almost felt childish for not figuring it out sooner. He could certainly have his taste in revenge for a particular female scientist, yet he somehow found it beneath him as well. After all, ignoring her horrible existence would be a terrible burden. Everyone wanted his attention. He was a genius.
He smirked to himself as he took a bit of his cereal still pondering and absently listening to the news. He knew he could not stay on idle for long. It had only been two weeks since his lack of inspiration, and he could already fill his mind slowly decaying around him. He needed challenges. He needed puzzles. A mind such as his could not go wasted. He only needed to find a task worth his genius attention. He did have a current puzzle on mind though which gave him ease to have something to think about.
Why was Dr. Jonathan Crane here?
He had been standing outside his home now for a long time. His security system automatically switched one of his televisions to the front door camera when anyone walked within five feet of his door, and there Jonathan stood, staring at his door as if it were a brick wall. Edward only watched slightly amused. It had been the most amusement he had found in the past weeks, and he enjoyed it, which was why he made no move to get up. Instead he puzzled over the riddle. Why was he here? Their…friendship was over. He had forgiven Jonathan for his mistake, but it did not mean he wished to return to whatever type of friendship they had in the past. They would be professionals for now on, and not a professional he trusted. Which brought him back to the riddle…
He suspected it might be over the rumors of a new Arkham facility. He had done his research, confirming the plan that seemed stupid to him. Making a city for rogues and criminals to run wild was one of the stupidest things he had heard. It didn’t affect him though. He lived in nicer areas of town that likely would not be converted. The only way he might get stuck in such a city would be if he was caught.
Hah, laughable. Batman would have to catch him, and now, Edward held the golden goose of escape ropes. Everyone was wrapped around his fingers like puppets waited to be guided. He was the master of his Chess Board!
He sighed, bored again. That was part of the problem.
He heard a whispered question next to his ear. It appeared he finally decided to come in. He smirked and continued to spin his spoon in the bowl, not reacting or turning to face him. “Hello Jonathan,” he remarked, “No interest in knocking or do you still lack proper manners?” He chuckled to himself, glancing at the news, “Why are you here?”
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 22, 2015 23:56:00 GMT -5
He was waiting for it, waiting for the man to jump and curse his name. It would have been extremely satisfying. It would have saited a craving from him that he’d had for a long time, at least for the moment. With Nigma it never seemed to be enough for either of them. But instead of getting his desired reaction Edward stayed still, staring at the television and stirring the bowl of breakfast cereal that it looked like he had no intention of eating. The doctor straightened behind him, not prepared to have a normal conversation as he came in.
But Edward was always presenting him with a challenge to stretch his limits. Unfortunately he hadn’t yet learned that he had no limits. He had considered knocking, but decided against it. “Would you have come to the door if I knocked?” He asked without really expecting a response. After everything that happened he knew that they weren’t standing on the best of terms. Judging from the way Edward reacted to his presence he had already known he was there. So it was just as he thought, he’d let him sit there and contemplate at the door and then let him destroy the lock.
His eyes turned to the news over him and he watched with him for just a moment. Yes, he had heard about the cities means to change and the trouble that it was going to put them in. Edward probably thought he was in a good position, but something told him that there was much more to this than they were seeing. “I assume you already know that.” He came around to the side of the couch with his eyes on the television. When it cut to commercial he looked at Edward face to face for the first time in a long time. The glare from the television cast on his face and shaded it darker or brighter with each frame. He made his way closer but didn’t sit down.
“I am going to be hunted.” he spoke plainly but with no concern in his voice. It was a simple truth. He wasn’t afraid of being found, but being found was going to be a detriment to his research and all of him plans. He wasn’t just going to be hunted by law enforcement, but by other professionals and by his captor most of all. “I am going to need a place of refuge to lay low until things are stable enough to find my own position.” He stated plainly what he wanted without actually asking for it. He would rather not have to do that. He crossed his arms and followed with his leg, leaning his foot against the base of the couch. That was why he had come, this was the best choice he had.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 10:30:19 GMT -5
His patients for his fellow rogues had drastically decreased over the years. He could respect them in regards to defeating their common enemy, but the way each pranced around Gotham with superiority and ownership only insulted him. Out of the growing list of people donning a costume, his preference for those he felt content to work with limited itself to Oswald Cobblepot, and even the Penguin managed to easily irritate him. While Dr. Jonathan Crane might have graced his short list, the man’s past actions had dropped him straight to the bottom to the point that he barely found his presence durable. He snorted at the question. “Of course not,” he remarked. He had no interest in seeing him, and if the man did not have the intelligence to find a way in, he certainly did not deserve to see him.
He took a bite of his cereal, chewing the flacks that seemed to have lost all taste. He made a face and placed the bowl down on the coffee table. Everything had lost its taste. What was the point when you already solved the greatest riddle? What more was there to do? Wallow in his pajamas as he eats cereal. Pathetic. He was better than this. He wished Jonathan would leave. Could he not see he was currently facing a mid-life crisis? “Yes. It hardly concerns me. Let them create a sanctuary for the unstable. My mind belongs with the intellects,” he stated before standing. He should have changed earlier, but once again, he hadn’t been expecting company today. His eyes met his and his partially hidden face. The extent Jonathan went to create his aura of creepiness seemed ridiculous to Edward. He caught the direction of Jonathan’s request.
He wanted to stay with him?
He laughed and rolled his eyes. He turned his back to him, grabbing his bowl to bring it to the kitchen. “I suggest looking elsewhere than, Dr. Crane!” he said in a sing song voice, “May I suggest Tetch or Dent? I feel they might enjoy your company more than I.” He washed the bowl out before placing it in the dishwasher.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 4, 2015 15:34:46 GMT -5
The doctor watched Nigma stand, for someone that wasn’t in the slightest concerned he was certainly glued to the television about it. It wasn’t unlike him to want to be informed about everything, but something told him that Nigma was planning his own route of escaping the inevitable. For Nigma, things were different. He was generally accepted by the professional community as for Dr. Crane had nearly been chased out at times. He knew that even The Riddler had considered doing that once, but there was always a force that seemed to draw them back onto the same path. He couldn’t stay on the balanced scale forever.
His eyes followed Nigma as he moved across the room and placed his blow in the dishwasher. Was he trying to mock him by pairing him with a patient or a mob boss? Staying with Tetch would have been problematic and Mr. Dent wouldn’t be beneficial to him. It wasn’t a matter of trust, rather than opportunity. Perhaps once, there might have been something close to what someone would have called trust between them but as so many things show their true colors, it wasn’t real.
He didn’t want it to have to come to this and surely Nigma knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as declining the offer. The doctor hadn’t come expecting to be welcomed, after all. But he wanted to give Nigma the chance to think about what he was doing before he did it. “The unstable…” The doctor repeated and made his way toward him slowly. His voice as calm and low and his eyes were fixated on the emerald glimmer that seemed to have dimmed since last they spoke. They both knew where they stood in this and Nigma wasn’t unintelligent. This dream of escaping what had already began was not a reality, even for him. “The very ground beneath your feet will be ripped from you. You only run to keep yourself from falling where you don’t wish to place yourself first.” He stopped in front of him in the kitchen, an arm’s length away.
Nigma was going to hide. Whether it be here or somewhere else Dr. Crane intended to know where that was going to be. But as he stared at him a better thought had come into mind. If only Edward had been more cooperative. “You should reconsider Nigma. There is nothing to fear from the unstable if you have planted yourself firm. It’s those that run that the city will swallow whole.” He folded his hands behind his back.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 0:11:57 GMT -5
As he shut the dishwasher, he finally turned to face the man that stalked him like his own shadow. He had once been a time of curiosity for Edward, an interesting puzzle to pull apart and study, but now, the man had become a glued nuisance that Edward seemed unable to pry away. It felt odd to ponder over the past few years, and his particular relationship with Jonathan. Edward never considered a person a friend or gave the resemblance of trust to another, and yet for a brief moment in time, he had thought both of the good doctor who could hold lengthy conversations with him about philosophy, physics, or any matter that came to mind. Even those of a superior genius needed someone to chat with. Friendship. Flimsy and breakable like a human bone trapped in a machinery. It baffled him how he could ever thought the starved man in front of him could ever fill that unattainable void.
He must thank Dr. Stenet for once again proving that people are stupid and brutish idiots that would do anything for their pointless desires. “You understand far more of Tetch’s ramblings than I. Unstable minds tend to think alike,” he noted, a cocky smirk spraying over his features. His one hand fell onto the counter, and his fingers began tapping it. Tap. Tap. Tap. He counted each sound as Jonathan rambled his poetic words full of double meaning, not noting the close distance between them.
He let out a light laugh again, “I am not running. If I were, I would be in Europe, salsa dancing in Madrid with a fine woman, glass of wine and tapas until the early morn. Instead I am here, listening to your panic drabble. For someone supposedly in control of his fears, you certainly appear worried." He had everything in control, and a pet project by the city full of corruption held no effect on his sleep at night. "I do hope this is not the only point you came here to make. You know how I truly dread having my time wasted.” The smirk finally fell to an annoyed frown.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Nov 13, 2015 20:54:03 GMT -5
Dr. Crane ignored the insults, Edward was always full of them. No matter how much Edward tried to act like he didn’t want him here or around anymore Edward came up with a lot of ways to show the opposite. It was only his fear that was keeping him in this cycle, not letting him get far but not letting him get close. In the end it was his own fault but Dr. Crane knew he didn’t make it any better but what he had done.
Tap. Tap. Tap. His hand covered Edward’s firmly in a quick motion and he closed the distance between them. “It’s clear that my previous transgressions that you hold against me haven’t been redeemed with favor.” He whispered harshly to him. He knew that this would possible happen. Edward didn’t promise him that any kind of forgiveness would be had, but he did say to would help the situation. “Are there anymore petty trinkets you want me to retrieve to sate your “temper” tonight?” He used the word loosely. It was clear that it was more about Edward’s insecurities.
His finger tapped on top of Edward’s to shadow over Edward’s previous annoyance. “We can do this all night Edward while you continue to pretend but you should know better by now.” He confessed through cryptic words and moved into his space even more. His hand moved from Edward’s to his wrist and as he spoke his hand became tighter around it. “So instead of thinking about dancing your mind away into some drowning hope that this isn’t a problem for you, I have a better suggestion.” His eye focused on Edwards. The man was cocky and ever confident that he had everything figured out.
Edward was a smart man, it was one of the few reasons Dr. Crane was able to speak with him when they’d first met. He was tolerable, to a degree. One insecurity after another the doctor became fascinated with his mannerism. He baffled him in a way that he had become difficult to understand and even more challenging to follow. It made the spiral even more interesting the deeper it went. But there had been an interruption.
He searched his eyes in thought, trying to put it in the back of his mind. “If you won’t run the you will stand and watch everything that you’ve acquired….put so much of yourself into become nothing. Or…I could offer you a way out.” He suggested to him without giving away exactly what it was. Edward’s curiosity was better left peaked than laid out.
Before he could answer his eyes turned from him and went to the television that was still talking about the laid out plans. They were all just beginning stages for something bigger. This city was going to collapse upon itself and they were going to be trapped. They were going to put them in a hole. Maybe they thought that dogs would continue to eat dogs until there was only one alpha to deal with. Dr. Crane had better plans for it. Any research and any plans would become extremely difficult with the Professionals scrounging for power and land as the walls that came to claim them instilled fear in their hearts. The chaos would be beautiful, but not productive…For either of them. There was a better way. He turned his head back to him and loosened his grip, letting his fingers fall on his skin to rest. He wouldn’t admit that a part of him wanted there to be some kind of resolution, closure…”Forgiveness” in what he had done to Edward….But there couldn’t be. It was a false veil that now, both of them intended to use.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 0:48:56 GMT -5
His skin squirmed as his hand covered his own. It felt like a spider had gotten under his shirt and decided to make a new home. Edward made no effort to hide his displeasure with the touch, his eye twitching slightly, and his frown deepening. His emotions usually played across his features as easily Hollywood movie. His brown eyes lifted from his hand to Jonathan’s, and his lips pursed at his question. “You’re confused, Jonathan. Your little favors as you call them merely prevented me from seeking my vengeance against you. Do not mistake it as forgiveness,” he spoke darkly, glaring into his icy blue orbs. His patience was thin, and if Jonathan continued to play off past encounters, he would find himself quicker to the door.
The grip on his wrist only furthered to darken his mood. He looked at it with distaste, but allowed Jonathan to spout out his cryptic words in order to find the reason for him being here. He still respected Jonathan. The man had a keen sense of the happenings around him, even if he could be insufferably socially inept. He would listen to this plan out of pure curiosity, but Jonathan had taken him as a fool if he thought that Edward had not already come up with his own. In a slump or not, pajamas and television binge-watching, half empty puzzle books, and leftover pizza, did not mean that Edward Nigma was still not the Riddler!
The Riddler was always ten steps ahead.
As Jonathan continued to close the distance between them, Edward became more visibly irritated until finally, he ripped his wrist away. “I would prefer if you did not touch me,” he stated as he turned his back to him and grabbed a glass from one of the counters. He poured himself a full glass of red wine, as he pondered over the offer. “Let’s say I am curious,” he said off handedly, attempting to appear indifferent, but indeed, he was extremely curious what Jonathan had in mind, not that he planned to take it. He only wanted to know. Knowledge offered power. “What is your way out?” he asked and took a sip of his drink, a large gulp that could be seen as his Adams apple bobbed.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 6, 2015 21:16:54 GMT -5
The doctor took in every twitch, every movement and every expression Edward made. Watching Edward react to what he said and did was like watching artwork in motion. It was only unfortunate that the canvas had lead them to this point. It was becoming clear that bringing up the past wasn’t going to sway Edward’s opinion on him, not that he wanted it to change drastically…He found himself in a situation where he couldn’t agree with himself about what exactly was going on, but nothing was ever clear between them. As frustrating as it was he had not been able to study Edward long enough to fully understand him…But he would.
With the snap of Edward’s wrist against the cusp of his fingers Dr. Crane finally let go. Perhaps….Edward wasn’t far from the truth. What is Forgiveness isn’t exactly all he wanted? There was always more. Forgiveness was empty, it was too easy. Edward could forgive him and things move on but what happened was real and it meant something. Edward’s inability was merely painting a picture of his anxiety and it only made him linger.
He turned silently and watched him as he poured wine into a clear glass. The liquid swirled around inside and filled the lines of the fragile cup. The moment he asked the doctor almost smiled. He claimed not to be curious, but there was clearly the need to know. Edward had to be in control, the loss of control was one of Edward’s greater fears.
“I’m involved with certain resources.. In and outside of the city. They are going to lock us in. But I will still have resources..Whatever you’d need.” He stated simply But he knew it wouldn’t be enough to convince Edward. He was probably seconds away from claiming he could get whatever he wanted because he was smart enough. In any other situation he would have agreed with him, but not now. The doctor came to his side again, his eyes moving up from the glass to catch with Edwards. He kept a more comfortable distance this time, but didn’t turn his gaze away.
“Wayne industry…Ra’s…Lexcorp.” He named off the corporations and people that were supplying him, for better or worse. The doctor had no need for these sort of supplies….At least not all of them. Luthor provided the most and even then he only used a small portion of what he could get with Luthor’s oversight.
Edward may have been ten steps ahead….But right now Dr. Crane owned the chessboard.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 21:17:39 GMT -5
Edward practically rolled his eyes when Jonathan started to speak. He brought the glass of wine up to his lips and took a deep gulp. Alcohol slowed the mind and clouded it with pour decisions. Neither of which Edward particularly enjoyed, except sometimes one wanted to have their mind fogged over and the past erased. His father had been a terrible alcoholic (Not that Edward would ever compare himself to his father. He had far more control than that buffoon!) However, his blood ran in his veins and occasionally, Edward felt the need to use the substance, especially when his mind appeared to be dancing over too many thoughts at once. Most were reasonable. His own plan he had in the works and the pieces he needed to move in a precise motion to get what he wanted. Others were not…like the question of why would Jonathan think it reasonable to touch him or invade his personal space in such an uncomfortable manner?!? The man obviously had no social etiquette. Or worse, he still thought it was appropriate because of what had occurred in the past that had most certainly ended, and with such a thought the flashes of light touches, skin on skin, mouth pressed against….
He took another deep gulp, finishing the glass with ease before pouring another. He avoided his eye contact before waving his hand in the air. “You spout out names as if they might mean something to me. It sounds like you have whored yourself out once again. Congratulations, Jonathan,” he smirked and then walked around him. “You do not have control of any of those people. You are only a pawn in their game.”
He went back into the living room, glass in hand, and looked over his apartment. He frowned slightly, finally noticing how messy it had gotten. He had truly let himself go since finding out the identity of Batman. Could one blame him? It had been his purpose for years. He huffed. He would have to clean. He glanced back at Jonathan, “I have my own pawns. I don’t need you. You know where the door is, so feel free to let yourself out.” His OCD nagged him, and he needed to place his life back in order. He couldn't do so until the pest in his life left.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 1, 2016 19:00:56 GMT -5
The doctor caught every word unspoken. Edward’s posture, the drink in his hand and the avoidance of his eyes. He was trying to maintain control. The man was running from his sight, something that Dr. Crane had once thought something of him for. Edward never moved away from the challenge to meet his eyes and hold his stare. It was a part of the fascination with his mind, but now he was running. Such a place for a run…
It was obvious, even with how abruptly their last encounter ended and how sealed the exchange of words was that things hadn’t changed. The only thing that had changed was the way they circled around it in this small space. But it was always a circle that they walked. It was a part of the path that led into the mystery, the curiosity that led him to need to know more about how Edward worked. He had laid hypothesis upon hypothesis on the table for himself about it, but each one written off but something obscure the man tried next. It didn’t make any sense… But he was determined to eventually make it clear.
The next glass came just as quickly as the first. He didn’t know Edward to be the type to drink so quickly. How quickly was he determined to drown his fears? He kept his eyes on him as he mocked him and walked that same circle around him, only to head further into the room. When he stopped the doctor came up behind him, still offering several feet of distance.
“They have as much control as I allow them.” He reminded him. All of these, with the exception of Wayne Enterprises wanted something from him. If they didn’t they wouldn’t want to keep his employment. The doctor may have had many masters, but he worked for himself. His end goal was far beyond what they could see, what he could understand….But it wasn’t their fault.
Edward was smarter than that. “Don’t pretend that I don’t see you.” He spoke softly as he came up behind him more. He had seen much of Edward, beyond the glass, the pressed smile and the tailored suit. He came around to his side and examined his profile from the right. Edward was as opened as a book at the moment. He insulted him with the thought that he couldn’t read what was going on. He is the most accomplished doctor in the entire city in that field. Evidence was everywhere.
The doctor moved further into the living room and turned to a window looking over the city. “You’re pretending that your life is in order. When the wolves will be at your gate, how organized do you think you’ll be? With what?” He turned back to the apartment and looked around. “Codes to closed banks and intelligence to hack into abandoned facilities. How will you stave them off when they are clawing at your door with that?” Dr. Crane asked rhetorically and turned to him, stepping forward. By the pace of his drinking, his unordered thoughts and the discord in his plans and apartment he could tell Edward was struggling with something and whatever they were about to do out there was going to be on top of them.
He stopped a foot away from him and reached out for the glass in his hand. “You’re stuck here or you would have already been gone.” He leaned forward and tried to pull it firmly from his fingers. “To that Island you boasted about…” He called him out on the flaw of what he wanted. Yes, Edward might have wanted to stay for other reasons, something to fulfill, a lack of motivation driven by fear. Something was anchoring him to this spot and soon the people at his feet would be at his throat. “You may have your pawns, but when rabbits aren’t enough to feed the wolves anymore their eyes start to wander to the hand that feeds.”
He grabbed the top of his own collar and pulled at his tie, loosening and bringing it down further around his neck. He swallowed and rolled his lip, trying to stay focused where he was. “I am offering an infinite source..In…and out”
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