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the bleeding will stop, the wounds will heal, the scars will form ; and all of your problems will still not be fixed.

to collapse a great deal of personality into a single sentence : dera makes use of a single brain cell that has a habit of repeatedly playing the cantina band song, but only the first six seconds, on an infinite loop.[break][break]

being adventurous and attentive are what got him into his first profession to begin with. a self-labelled adrenaline junkie, dera finds himself often chasing such situations -- they have a pleasant side-effect of making all sorts of self-doubt and anxiety melt away. he almost makes it a personal mission, really, to always be riding that high ; he's not a fan of who he is in the aftermath. because, see, contrast all that with a soft voice and a habit of daydreaming, as well as a general demeanour one could describe as lazy ; dera is a creature of conflicting parts.[break][break]

take note too, of the bleeding heart, the rose-tinted idealism, and the poor decision-making faculties. reel him in with any sob story, and you’ve probably got him, hook, line, and sinker.[break][break]

aesthetics : cold brew coffee & mid-day tea ; a dozen cans of soft drink bottles in the passenger seat, cushions in the back ; a locked jaw & wan smiles ; cat hair perpetually stuck on clothing. athleisure & leather jackets. wire-rimmed glasses.

MISCELLANEOUS INFO

♤ is often accompanied by ghost, a black domestic shorthaired cat that makes a habit of stealing his food.[break][break]
♤ personally owns a 2006 red mini cooper, but absolutely refuses to use it for work purposes.[break][break]
♤ restless tinkerer. doesn't matter if it's parts of a car or a ballpoint pen or chasing down a rumor he heard at a bar.[break][break]
♤ will absolutely bring a knife to a gun-fight. batman who?

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death-defying.

he’s always had a knack, they’ll say. he’s got a knack for unravelling, for tearing apart, for seeing. that’s what makes him good with all this police work, you know? one of the department’s youngest detectives, about to embark on a dangerous undercover mission -- it’ll be a long job, kid, and you’ve gotta be careful. remember what you’re doing.[break][break]

it’s the stuff of movies. how proud his parents must be ! how proud, truly, if they cared ![break]



being in the centre of this was never his intention -- it never has been, and dear god, he does so hate attention -- but rarely do things ever go as planned. you know, it was supposed to be simple. get in, grab some documents, get out. it was supposed to be simple ; he had a plan, you know ! but that plan went down the drain pretty fast, pretty much as soon as everyone started pulling out guns. ( he never liked guns. )[break][break]

“look me in the eye,” he spits, and he’s got his chin tilted up and a glint in his eyes, like he’s not staring down the barrel of a gun and counting down to his death.[break][break]

they don’t kill him, though, because he’s spent too long underwater and maybe the boss has a soft spot ; they leave him with his mouth tasting like the wrong end of a gun and bruises the colour of wine, dirt under his nails, and blood in his teeth. [break][break]

he gets out, somehow. it’s a blur to him.[break][break]

new city, hell, new country. clean slate. it’s fine, he’s fine. look on the bright side, he's alive![break]



the street lights blink neon in his eyes and black spots dance at the corner of his vision ; there’s the scent of iron in the air and the cold barrel of a gun pressed somewhere between his shoulders. ‘drive,’ snarls the man, but ! here’s the thing, see -- dera’s not quite on the losing side, here. he doesn’t think he is.[break][break]

“i’ve already said i’d help, you moron - ” there’s a stranger bleeding out in the back of his car, he can’t sit back and do nothing, “ - what, you shoot me, then you bleed out yourself?” [break][break]

he takes a deep breath, and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “for f-’s sake -- just put that gun down, and tell me where to go.”[break][break]

later, he’ll find himself shaking from the adrenaline, and have a million different thoughts running through his head from things that could have gone wrong. he’ll spend too long in the shower thinking, then he’ll worry about the cost of the water bill at some later date. but, mostly, he’ll focus on the fact that some stranger had just bled all over the back of his brand new car.[break][break]

and even later, while attempting to clean out the car, he’ll find a little yellow pin, nestled into the folds of the seat.[break]



you know, if you added up the amount of times he could have died, it’d be too much. there’s the big ones, of course : it comes hand-in-hand with being somewhat of an adrenaline junkie, and by the nature of his job. or, former job. he’s pretty sure they all think he’s dead. what a tragedy, right?[break][break]

he’s pretty sure that, if someone had asked him so many years ago, where he saw himself in ten years, he wouldn’t have said : sitting in a chair with a gun pressed to his forehead, about to play a game of russian roulette with his life as the prize. he’s pretty sure that is something that only happens in movies. but, here he is.[break][break]

somewhere in the grand cosmos, a hand rolls a die. it skips the grand tapestry epics and collapses fantasy and happy endings into a single moment :[break][break]

DISCORD