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butch·er
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1. a person whose trade is cutting up and selling meat in a shop
2. a person who kills people indiscriminately or brutallyWhen people refer to The Butcher, they're putting a little too much emphasis on the second definition and not quite enough on the first.
Nathan makes Nathaniel finish his dinner
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Kevin is invited into the room ;)
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- Part 2 of K+Andreil
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Andrew and Neil have fun while Kevin is in the other room.
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- Part 1 of K+Andreil
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Kevin joining in on Andreil activities ;)
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Neil was always going to run, the choice to reveal his name and hidden designation never should've swayed Andrew, but they had.
Neil had swayed him, and now Andrew can only reckon with the fact that he was stupid enough to want again.
It's those thoughts that are circling his head when the car pulls up. It's not smooth, he watches as the driver goes over the curb, though Andrew doesn't care enough to tell them off for their horrible park job.
Not until Neil fucking Josten practically collapses out of the driver's seat, beat to all hell and with red hair to boot.
Andrew is at his side before his conscious mind realizes, his body already having made the choice for him. He smells blood, and fear, but they're overpowered by the sweet scent of strawberry sorbet pouring out from Neil's neck.
His mouth starts to water as Neil practically folds into his arms, pupils blowing wide as he catches the heat scent of slick in the air. He has a second to curse before Neil is looking up at him, glazed eyes blinking heavily before getting stuck on Andrew's face.
"Andrew," He says his name like no one else ever has, possibly ever will.
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Andrew’s upped his training in preparation for his pro offers. It shows. It shows a lot. And fuck.
The sauna was not their brightest idea. Neither is working out together like this, late at night. It’s too private, too tempting.
It’s become a habit.
The more Andrew benches, the lighter Neil becomes in comparison.
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The cop turned to the woman with a roll of his eyes. “Which delinquent do you want first?”
“They are children, Officer Wright, not delinquents.” She stated, calm and collected despite the hour.
“Which child would you like to speak with first,” the cop tried again with a bite of frustration to his words. “The one that put four men in the hospital with his fists, or the one that put two men in hospital with a gun?”
The woman remained un-ruffled, turning her gaze on the cop for only a moment. “But it wasn’t his gun, was it?”
The cop decided to shut his mouth after that, gesturing to the pair of them instead and waiting for her decision.
“I’d like to speak with Mr Doe first.” She said, her eyes settling on Nathaniel.
Andrews head snapped up, anger flitting over his features before quickly being filed away again. When Nathaniel made no move to stand, he nudged him with his elbow. “I haven’t been Doe since my last stint at Juvie.” He stated, keeping his attention fixed to Nathaniel now. “I guess that means they’re referring to you this time.”
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All he needed was ten minutes.
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Andrew died (or did he) and Neil is totally coping. (No the fuck he's not).
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Nathaniel Wesninski had been different, even as a little boy, and now Neil Josten, at age nineteen, didn’t feel any more normal.
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Now that Neil is somewhere safe and with people who care about him, he is finally able to process the trauma he has lived through in his life. The problem is that he doesn't know how.