The life of my enemy in in my hand

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam sat at the dinner table, chewing gently on his bottle lip as he toiled over pen and paper, a calculator beside his arm. The man taked away on several calculations, a folded towel with the vial of clear liquid placed on it. Laramie sat on the couch chewing at his ass.

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[icy_bitch]

Rolling out of bed, her body sore and still aching from her beating. Feeling something snag at her hair as she tries to rise, laughing as she pushes Gennie back down onto the pillow.

"Sleep little girl. I know you were up all night.'

Laughing, gathering her robe about her, Emma padded into the kitchen, the black silk open, baring the front of her sleek, and purpled, body.

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam's gaze lifted, a soft smiling on his lips, a touch of sadness from seeing the bruises.

"She arises fr'm her pillowy lair."

Smirking, clickign the numbers in.

"How you feelin' baby?"

[icy_bitch]

"No frowning. I can live with them. And I'm rather proud of them. I survived, didn't I?'

Smiling, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"I'm wonderful, baby. Really. And I feel fine. Just... You should know. I'm... I'm going to be getting my mutations back from Hermes. They have had an averse affect and..."

[adamdouglasjr]

"On him. Yeah I've seen."

Concern for Hermes, though moreso for Emma, as she was his love. Hermes and he may not have had the closest of relations, but at least he was a good man when the two talked. Always so bright and cheerful.

"And I've been meanin' t' talk with you. Y'know... Greg was wrong. I need you -and- those powers you have. And one day... So will the baby."