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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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whcwashe:

“ — I might have.” She would have, but that doesn’t mean she’s not indignant about it, the assumption that she would’ve excused herself at the first sign of excitement. Or trouble, as it were. He’s right, really. She sticks to her guns though, brows furrowing as she huffs. Fists clench – like she’s going to hit his shoulder – she doesn’t, he wouldn’t have felt it ANYWAY, so she declines. Freezing instead as her nose wrinkles. The last thing she wants to do is make some kind of scene, so her head ducks, shoulders tensing as she works through a retort. “ — y’know, you can’t just assume that I’m some kind of prude – or ….” She huffs, again, mad now that she can’t even come up with a proper reply. “ – Whatever.”

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“ — Yeah, I didn’t – I didn’t ask for those risks, okay? I do my best not to invite any more risk than I have to, that’d be – y’know, fucking stupid of me.” Or something. And it would’ve been. Her life was dangerous enough already. People died, and if she didn’t keep her head down, magically speaking, more people WOULD die. People had been snapped in half just for living NEXT to her. Risk was a thing she calculated carefully anymore. And although she doesn’t expect him to understand that, she’s irritated, suddenly, that he seems to think she lived in some kind of bubble for no reason. “ — No. I mean, MAYBE, for a second, but I really – I really prefer to be CALM, usually.” Sometimes. Today, anyway, apparently. 

“You would have,” he retorts back. Which was fine, but it would have defeated the entire purpose of the trip. Xander didn’t do ‘leisurely drives’. And sure, he had to keep a low profile now, but there was still a little wiggle room, still a little bit that let him that chance to have fun. All he wanted to do was share the pleasure he felt when doing the stuff he did, and though he knew there were some people who would just never see the fun in it, he saw something different in Liv. Sure, he’d just met her, and sure, she was a fragile little bird of a young woman, but some of the most badass creatures in the world were birds. Hawks and Falcons were about some of the coolest things he could think of in the animal kingdom. “I didn’t assume,” he touches his temple, “perceptive, remember?” 

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And there she went getting all serious. “Never said you asked for those. But this risk had a happy little reward, you got out of your little bubble and experienced something new.” He may not have known about how many people had died or anything about her past her name and that she was like Haley Joel Osment from Sixth Sense, but he did think she needed to loosen up a bit. He definitely understood the reason for the bubble even if he didn’t know the specifics. “Look, see, one second of fun, that’s more than you’ve had in a while, Liv. You said so,” a pause, “you’re welcome.” Xander shrugs. “Calm’s for librarians and chess players. Just ‘cause your life’s full of scary stuff doesn’t mean you can’t have thrills that’re a good kind.” He held up his hand for a moment, “Here, hold up, come back inside with me,” he definitely didn’t want anyone to think they were making a scene. Once at a table, he pulled out his phone and googled himself on YouTube, pulling up the stunt when he’d stolen the senator’s car and jumped it off a bridge, held it out to her, “Press play. A couple of wheelies under 80 miles an hour was just the tip of the iceberg. I took it easy on you.”

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