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call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey and reilly - Kerberos - 04-12-2017 I stuck around long enough to be sure Dad and his little train of groupies were gone, but eventually I get back to the Lake, where my cozy little family’s waiting. Gather up Lacey and Reilly to have a little chat while the kids scamper about - they do so love the lake. “There’s no one there,” I say, dropping the small talk to get straight to the goods. “Place is all but empty. I scoured the island, didn’t see a soul. Not sure if they decided they didn’t like our pretty little island, or they found somewhere they liked better, or they just got bored and fucked off into the night, but there’s no one. I stuck around a little longer than I planned, just to make sure.” A quick glance from one to the other. My fine Lacey, my buddy Reilly - and he still is, at least on my end, whether he’s especially fond of me lately or not. “So I guess we’ve got a choice to make. Here’s safe enough. The kids like it. Sweet, clean mountain air, that gorgeous lake, the twins are pretty damn fond of that. Hell, I’m a fan myself. Running across it, watching the fish swimming, seeing all the way down. We could stay. We could be happy here. Fill it with people like us, people who just want a home. People who aren’t interested in being ruled by anybody with a bit too big an appetite for power. People who just want a safe place to raise their kids in peace, and somewhere to call home.” And the idea really has grown on me. I didn’t see it coming, but there’s something that feels...good. It feels good, to do right by my kids, by their mom, by my friend. Working side by side with him to make this place something we can be proud of, I’ve grown pretty damn fond of the idea. “Or. Ischia looks pretty damn free for the taking. If you want, we can go back. Take back what was ours. I’m pretty damn fond of that sweet little island, and the kids loved it. All that water, nice and far away from everyone. Do you guys...do you want to go back, or would you rather stay here? We should decide now, move in while the moving’s good. I’m game either way, as long as the kids are safe. Though...I mean, hell, you guys, I’d love to live somewhere that had stood against Kirin. We may not have won, not exactly, but fuck. He didn’t either, apparently. And that’s something to be proud of. Fuck, let’s...unless you object, let’s chalk this up to a family vacation and go take back our damn island.” RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey and reilly - Wallace - 04-14-2017 Wallace He'd been gone for days. It shouldn't have bothered her, not one little bit, but it did. She grew edgy and antsy in his absence, her flamable temper far shorter than it already naturally was, her veins glittering with hungry sparks just ready to ignite. It was probably just the hormones. Probably just the urge to be near the safety of the father or something. |