Dex || ◎Bullseye◎

@piercingpaper.bsky.social

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"Walk. 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝘆." His tone was firm, gaze locked on her and the gun held steady. The hell was this shit? Some -woman- with a large shadow has been watching over him for a while? Yeah. He already knew that. Her name was Vanessa Fisk and she had been damn lucky he didn't put a bullet right in her-

𝐌.𝐈.𝐀.*@gravenger.bsky.social · last yr.

❝ Fire. There's no better ending for this interaction. ❞ He's unimpressed? Even were she not a mimic, she'd still be just as unimpressed. No sudden movements, no errant twitch of her hand down toward her hips. She's 'docile' and unarmed* as can be, staring down the barrel of a gun. ↲

* What he doesn't need is to step into his shame room. The slip ups that led him right into Fisk's clutches. The period of time he was paralyzed. The endless haze of the psych ward where he was drowning in pills to keep him sedate... No thanks. He'll pass *

|| One day I'll take a picture of the full cabinet but I picked up a bunch of Dex's things at the prop auction years ago. It was mostly paperwork (FBI folder, Dr. Mercer's notes, etc) because I wanted them for RP purposes. But...I love that I own his tape player. It's so important to his character!

Picture of a cassette player with headphones, a container with the destroyed remnants of a cassette tape, and a certificate of authenticity proving these items are props from Netflix's Daredevil show.

This place was derelict and chaotic but he was damn determined to make some pocket of peace and order he could call his own. He longed for his old apartment with it's clean walls and organized shelves. The stack of old newspapers perfectly stacked for recycling. His neat and tidy kitchen...

𝐌.𝐈.𝐀.*@gravenger.bsky.social · last yr.

❛Antonia, sweetie? You okay? The target hasn't moved for well over an hour, why haven't you engaged?❜ The devil's voice over her left shoulder. Trying to play sweet with her in case she'd slipped away; in case she'd lost her way. It happened so rarely, lately. Slipping away. Losing her way. ↪