whispers parker can now be found on @ontheriise (which im gonna try to be more active on)

Do not cry wolf; become it.

         ---that makes me cry inside, in my special angry place.

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                     “won’t have to.” snitch, that is. “don’t have anyone t’ snitch to anyway.” eliot twists his beer around a few times before finishing it off and asking for another. this day just got a whole lot weirder and eliot really wasn’t looking forward to continuing with it. “you can bet your ass that if he finds out he won’t see it as a weird coincidence.” his beer is refilled. eliot glances at the bartender and offers him a half-hearted smile in thanks. he takes a long drag from it before twisting to look at her properly this time. “my question is, what do you wanna know? how i left? why i left? how my experience ‘s different than yours? how i ain’t dead?” the wound that damien moreau left behind when eliot high-tailed it out was raw and throbbing, and part of eliot knew it would never quite heal over.

                     Parker hums acknowledgment, “I cover my tracks.” Right now she’s got someone who owes her a favor doing a job for her on the side to throw Moreau off her tail. Leaving her signature carefully. Just long enough that she could have this little chat. 

                    “Why don’t you start with the ‘Not Dead’ thing. That sounds interesting.”

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the women coo and damien looks proud. “very good, parker.” he praises her, lightening his pressure on her neck. it’s the same way one praises a dog who has played a game of fetch with you. he says little more as the women talk between themselves with the other man and food is delivered. it’s pasta. something as basic and plain as he could find. the only hope is she would eat it.

the over dinner conversation turns to business, this time in english and parker is all but forgotten among the discussions and the food.

              At least they don’t try to talk to her anymore. She’s grateful for that. And the fact that while noodles aren’t cheerios, they’re at least palatable. The sauce is a little fragrant for her taste, but it’s not awful. Still. She saw a corner store from the town car. It’s a matter of a picked wallet and she’ll get her cheerios one way or another. Parker gives Damien’s sleeve a little tug, “Where’s the restroom? Can I be excused?”

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               eliot says nothing for a moment and just watches her intently. she’s not here for moreau. that’s… interesting. and dangerous. eliot wets his lips and returns to his beer. “you expectin’ a wounded animal or somethin’?” it’s bitter. annoyed. because that’s exactly what he is. “he finds out you’ve been seein’ me he’s not gonna be happy, y’know…. might start thinkin’ that you’re thinkin’ about leavin’ him.” like eliot had. that wouldn’t be good. 

                    “Didn’t know what to expect. That’s why I came.” She answers. The bartender hands her a drink she didn’t order, states it came from a man down the way who’s been making eyes at her. Parker doesn’t even give him a glance before she asks the bartender to bring her a club soda instead. “I’m not chipped. I just delivered a payout so I have some off days. This is a funny coincidence. That’s all. You won’t snitch, will you?”

sir, that’s my emotional support beloved minor background character

my kink is fictional couples protecting each other not because one is ‘weaker’ (ie the female character) but because they’re both completely equal and their first instinct is to protect each other

K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths

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           “what, he finally get tired of waitin’ for me t’ come back with my tail b’tween my legs?” eliot’s jaw clenches a little and he takes a moment to steady himself with a long pull of his beer. “you must be parker.” everyone who’s ever worked with moreau knows about her. his knew project. his new pet. or. less new now, he supposes. 

                 “Probably. But I’m not here for him.” She runs her hand along the bar’s grain, tracing the shape of her wood with her finger. She’s on a looser leash these days, decided to see what a Post-Moraeu world would look like. Especially for someone like him. He’d be furious if he knew. “You seem different then I thought.”

                 “---So you’re Eliot.” It’s not a question. She knows who he is. She’s seen Damien’s files and the papers and even if she’s never really met him herself, she knows. Everything that’s ever left Moreau’s side has long, deep claw marks. “He said you’d be here. Not here-here. But close enough.”

@hittcr

moneymoved‌:

damien’s hand, still resting on her neck, tightens when he notices she hasn’t responded. he’s beginning to think showing off his newest acquisition to his empire was a mistake. though, damien is not one to back out halfway. he can fix this. he turns to parker, voice low and sharp, “be nicer. you’re reflecting badly on me.” he hisses to her. turning back to continue his earlier conversation.

the woman gives a thin smile to the girl, but decides to see if shed can win her over, one last chance. “that man.” he gestures to a man out the doorway, well-dressed and clearly affluent. “he’s wearing a watch. could you bring it to me?” her tone is condecending. 

damien glances down at her, “go on, parker.” he all but orders.

               He never told her to be nice. He’d told her to show up and speak when spoken to. That was the arrangement. She doesn’t care how he looks and besides. She’d warned him that this would happen. 

                Parker doesn’t say anything. Just stands smoothes the skirt out and walks past the man in the doorway, brushing his shoulder ever so lightly with her own. A few moments later she takes her seat again, places his watch, wallet, keys, and a little pearl-handled pistol on the table in front of them in a neatly arranged little pile. Maybe she’s showing off. She doesn’t like him treating and talking about her like she’s stupid. 

moneymoved‌:

the woman looks startled and annoyed. damien turns his head to look at her, raising a hand to rest in the back of her neck. a bit of pressure applied. a firm warning. “behave.” he growls. “forgive her, she’s socially inept.” he says to his company, a winning smile seeming to put the woman at ease. it’s the man who takes up talking now, casually chatting with damien in rapid serbian once more. damien frowns, shaking his head, his words in serbian are crisp and firm, “she’s mine. i don’t share.” it was as close to protecting parker as damien would get. because other hands on his pets meant things could go wrong. he could lose a very valuable asset. and that wasn’t worth the money he was promised. parker was more valuable to him in one piece. to hell with emotional scaring of what was implied would do to her.

the woman tries again, “perhaps if you wore a little makeup with it.” she offers, kindly, though doesn’t try to touch her again, seeming to have learned her lesson, “dear, make eye contact when you speak to someone. it’s not fitting of a young lady to not make eye contac with her betters.”

                  Parker seems to shrink a bit under his hand. Reminds her too much of some of her past foster fathers-- But now she has more to lose. She can’t just scare him and get sent to a new family or run away. That’s not going to work this time. 

                    And then she starts to talk again. Parker is getting annoyed. She’s never had the patience for makeup and she really hates eye contact. So Parker just idly twists the hair tie on her wrist. Doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even acknowledge her. That’s going to make things worse.

Leverage team uniform uwu

booty shorts that say “menace to society” across the ass

Parker from Leverage hates Autism Speaks!

Requested by @omgwhatsittoyou!