𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 . ( sentence starters originating from season one of syfy’s ‘ wynonna earp ’ . adjust pronouns as necessary , heavy warning for mature themes ! )
❛ don’t go out there . ❜
❛ pretty AND smart . we’re gonna get along just fine . ❜
❛ if you hurt her i’ll kill you ! ❜
❛ what are you doing here ? ❜
❛ you’re late . as usual . ❜
❛ you’re in this with me now , [ name ] . ❜
❛ no one else is gonna save you . ❜
❛ why don’t you slip into something more comfy , huh ? like a COMA ! ❜
❛ i’m gonna put you in the ground like it’s my job . ❜
❛ you’re following me ? ❜
❛ i noticed you already ‘ borrowed ’ all of my whiskey . ❜
❛ you’re supposed to be normal - you’re supposed to be SAFE ! ❜
❛ of all the things i’ve ever wanted to call you ? you’re such a coward . ❜
❛ wanna know how batshit i am ? nobody shoots my family but me . ❜
❛ you stupid , crazy bitch . ❜
❛ you’re really staying , this time , aren’t you ? ❜
❛ this is BLACKMAIL , you dick ! ❜
❛ how dare you ! ❜
❛ you owe me dinner . i’ll settle for tacos ! ❜
❛ it seems i have settled among a commune of artists . ❜
❛ how about smiling , huh ? you ever do that ? ❜
❛ well , i like attention . i always have . ❜
❛ you ain’t one of us . ❜
❛ i’ve been meaning to introduce myself , i’m [ name ] . ❜
❛ when i see something i like , i don’t wanna wait . ❜
❛ good thing you’re not some guy , right , or this would be really , really awkward … ❜
❛ you don’t have to be nice to everybody . ❜
❛ i would remember a face like yours . ❜
❛ i’m an excellent judge of character . ❜
❛ you’re so not my type . ❜
❛ darlin’ , i’m everybody’s type . ❜
❛ the dead don’t get a vote . ❜
❛ pfft , rookie mistake . ❜
❛ god , that’s super weird - what’s going on ? ❜
❛ you need to hide . ❜
❛ run ! i’ll hold them off . ❜
❛ i am sorry , [ name ] , but it’s you or me . ❜
❛ you’re a good man ! you’ve got a code ! ❜
❛ you don’t wanna do this ! ❜
❛ you have no idea what i want . ❜
❛ buy me a round , [ name ] ? ❜
❛ seems like you’re just my type . ❜
❛ we can’t all settle down with our high-school sweethearts . ❜
❛ welcome to team ‘ shut up and do what he says ’ . sometimes , we get donuts . ❜
❛ you should be doing this . you were meant to . ❜
❛ deal with that … or i will . ❜
❛ we didn’t trust each other … and now look what i’ve done . ❜
❛ you do not know what i am . ❜
❛ you’re supposed to be a hero . ❜
❛ pull your head out of the past . ❜
❛ the hell took you so long ? ❜
❛ this is what our victories might have to look like . ❜
❛ with all the shit i’ve done in my life … working with you ? i don’t think i can look in the mirror . ❜
❛ look , if you’re about to propose a threesome , i’m tired & i haven’t shaved my legs . ❜
❛ this just doesn’t make sense to me . ❜
❛ goddamn , it’s you . ❜
❛ the problem with this criminal thing , is it’s kinda fun . ❜
❛ i can’t live like this , not anymore . ❜
❛ don’t get your hopes up , we don’t know what we’re gonna find . ❜
❛ it wasn’t my idea to do this . ❜
❛ this is the only way to sanctuary . ❜
❛ you just could never help yourself . ❜
❛ vengeance is hollow , [ name ] . it isn’t worth a thing . ❜
❛ you’re not a monster . ❜
❛ i need rules . a code . otherwise i’ll end up just like you . ❜
❛ stop kidding yourself , [ name ] , you are exactly like me . ❜
❛ i sympathize with your predicament . ❜
❛ leave if you want . go get … dead . ❜
❛ only one death scares me , & it didn’t take . ❜
❛ ugh , ever heard of manscaping ? ❜
❛ come on , he is just … so beneath you . ❜
❛ what’s up , [ name ] ? i never see you . ❜
❛ i’m the one with the vendetta , why are you gunning so hard ? ❜
❛ we ? there’s no ‘ we ’ . ❜
❛ why should i help you ? ❜
❛ you think an $8 bottle of pinot will make me listen ? ❜
❛ i never liked you , you know ? ❜
❛ am i in danger ? ❜
❛ back then , you lived & died by what the seasons gave you . ❜
❛ shut up and help me . ❜
❛ can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ? ❜
❛ [ name ] , now is not a good time . ❜
❛ happiness is a myth . ❜
❛ would you like some company ? ❜
❛ it’s gonna be a long night , might as well make it fun . ❜
❛ you’ve done your worst . ❜
❛ how many tiny pillows does one girl need ? ❜
❛ hold on a second , i want to record this so i can replay it to you when you’re being a dick . ❜
❛ you being here is definitely not selling ‘normal’ . ❜
❛ there’s been a change of plans , i need to go away for awhile . ❜
❛ this is supremely cryptic , even for you . ❜
❛ say ‘pomegranate’ if someone’s got a gun on you . ❜
❛ this doesn’t seem healthy , [ name ] . ❜
❛ i don’t really care where we are , as long as we’re all together . ❜
❛ are you sure you’re okay ? ❜
❛ don’t be cross , i’ve got wood . ❜
❛ your ass is like … top shelf . ❜
❛ dude , you’re like a walking bumper sticker . ❜
❛ is this strip poker ? i’m not shy … ❜
❛ this kind of wound won’t heal , i’m dead already . ❜
❛ you save your vendetta for another night . ❜
❛ you suck at your job . ❜
❛ don’t shoot me , [ name ] . ❜
❛ honestly , [ name ] , you’ve gotten so weird . ❜
❛ that is NOT sexy ! ❜
❛ nobody keeps booze in here , [ name ] . ❜
❛ i think somebody’s trying to scare you … toy with you . why ?! ❜
❛ you of all people should know better than to try and make me question my sanity . ❜
❛ what do you MEAN you killed a stripper ? ❜
❛ in my experience , dynamite solves all manner of problems . ❜
❛ haven’t you read a romance novel lately ? heroes always win . ❜
❛ oh , you want to be a hero ? ❜
❛ wanna tell me what that was about ? ❜
❛ that was really brave . stupid , but brave . ❜
❛ i have something i need to say . ❜
❛ i’m starting to think sanity’s overrated . ❜
❛ i understand if you hate me . ❜
❛ you’re always , ALWAYS lying . ❜
❛ we should get some breakfast , i could murder a stack of pancakes . ❜
❛ you should know by now , i’m not most people . ❜
❛ well , you learn something new every day . ❜
❛ hey , no , you’re okay . lay back . ❜
❛ [ name ] , i need you to listen to me . ❜
❛ okay , [ name ] , we’re in serious shit here . ❜
❛ park your daddy issues . ❜
❛ i’m not like you , [ name ] . i’m not brave . ❜
❛ what was the last thing you saw ? ❜
❛ close your eyes , take a deep breath in . ❜
❛ look at who the cat dragged in . ❜
❛ cut the bullshit . i know who you are . ❜
❛ you use humor as a form of self - defense . ❜
❛ answer my questions without any more guff . ❜
❛ what is it with psycho’s and talking in the third person ? ❜
❛ you’re not really in the position to do any bargaining , are you ? ❜
❛ you do look like you can handle yourself . ❜
❛ you want my help ? you need to earn it . ❜
❛ i guess [ name ] wants you alive for something . ❜
❛ we should make it look real . ❜
❛ you know how to make someone show you where something precious is hidden ? set fire to their house . it’s the first thing they go for . ❜
❛ don’t be irrational , [ name ] . ❜
❛ you served your purpose , and now you are released . ❜
❛ i’ve had a lot of names , but you can call me [ name ] . ❜
❛ you weren’t leaving without me , were you ? ❜
❛ never touch my stuff . ❜
❛ you’re the sickest puppy in the litter . ❜
❛ you were dead … and now you are not . ❜
❛ oh , aren’t you the master of deception ? ❜
❛ let’s not kid ourselves , you’re not going to survive this . ❜
❛ [ name ] , i always hoped that i would have this pleasure . ❜
❛ if you stand for nothing , you are sure to fall . ❜
❛ you do what you do best , [ name ] , you fight . ❜
❛ you’re just like me . you’re broken . ❜
❛ i’m not lonesome , i just prefer to hunt alone . ❜
❛ you have to let go sometime , [ name ] . ❜
❛ you continue to disappoint me . ❜
❛ let me make it up to you . ❜
❛ i thought i’d feel different . i thought i’d look different . ❜
❛ you release the rage , you might find there’s nothing left . ❜
❛ woah , wow , this is not what i expected the cat to drag in . ❜
❛ for the first time in ages , i woke up and knew exactly what i needed to do . ❜
❛ you can try , but i dare you to cockblock the drive i woke up with this morning . ❜
❛ i’ll sleep when i’m dead . ❜
❛ you’re not alone , [ name ] . ❜
❛ just once i want you to say it . that you care about me . ❜
❛ someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed . ❜
❛ why do i even get out of bed ? ❜
❛ i lost you once , i won’t let that happen again . ❜
❛ [ name ] , you are shakin’ like a leaf . ❜
❛ jesus , listen to me . maybe i am crazy . ❜
❛ i’m not sure this is the best idea . ❜
❛ you’re the one who told me i should blow off steam . ❜
❛ i’m not crazy , right ? there’s something going on here . ❜
❛ you’re making fun of me … ❜
❛ get in the car . ❜
❛ could everybody just stand still for one freakin’ minute ?! ❜
❛ it’s gonna be okay . ❜
❛ i just screamed at you , you shouldn’t be nice to me . ❜
❛ we’re not dating . ❜
❛ i would never ask you to be someone you’re not . ❜
❛ yeah , sure , [ name ] , whatever you want . ❜
❛ [ name ] , what kind of a mess have you got yourself into now ? ❜
❛ if you shoot , this all goes to shit . ❜
❛ your poker face is pitiful . ❜
❛ sorry , no speak evil . ❜
❛ who won’t you make a deal with , huh ? ❜
❛ you can judge me all you want . what do i care for some broken woman’s opinion of my character ? ❜
❛ you can talk all you want . they’ll be your last words , anyways . ❜
❛ this whole time you’ve thought this was personal . ❜
❛ you shut your lying mouth . ❜
❛ what happened to being friends ? ❜
❛ it’s not so easy to be brazen when the thing that you want , that scares you to death , is sitting right in front of you . ❜
❛ i scare you ? ❜
❛ when i think about what i wanna do most in this world , it’s you . ❜
❛ jump in anytime , [ name ] , because i really don’t know how to do this . ❜
❛ maybe you should make me . ❜
❛ i owe you a heap of thanks . and my life . ❜
❛ can i at least buy you a drink ? ❜
❛ aw , [ name ] , you really do care . ❜
❛ it’s worth dying to see the look on your face . ❜
❛ men are all the same . even the demonic ones . ❜
❛ [ name ] , calm your tits . have a drink . ❜
❛ do me a goddamn favor and refrain from mentioning that name . ❜
❛ i think you would be very pretty in blue . ❜
❛ everybody knows . about us . the sex . ❜
❛ you tracked me ? ❜
❛ what are you doing here , [ name ] ? ❜
❛ if you’re keeping things from me , IMPORTANT things … ❜
❛ don’t get all hard & forget that you’re human . ❜
❛ sun’s starting to go down , we should head back . ❜
❛ i feel a real connection with you , [ name ] . ❜
❛ i do hate goodbyes . ❜
❛ look , we need you , okay ? ❜
❛ can’t you at least try ? ❜
❛ we can’t tell anyone . not until we know for sure . ❜
❛ i don’t want to be rude , but i don’t know any of you … or what’s happening . ❜
❛ i don’t drink . ❜
❛ what kind of people give a kid a switchblade ? ❜
❛ this is your home , [ name ] . ❜
❛ how can you think this is funny ? ❜
❛ i’ve been crazy , didn’t care for it . ❜
❛ i’ve been told i have character . ❜
❛ are you scared of me ? ❜
❛ i need to start drinking less … or much , much more . ❜
❛ how in the hell did you get this ? ❜
❛ i lost control . i was angry at everything … at everyone . ❜
❛ you promised to never tell anyone that . ❜
❛ it’s always been you and i . ❜
❛ it can be like it always was … and different , too . in all the right ways . ❜
❛ you’re not alone anymore . ❜
❛ i think i got a little bit shot … ❜
❛ i need you to tell me everything you know about [ name ] . ❜
❛ i thought i was doing what you asked ! ❜
❛ whatever you’ve got planned , i’m game . ❜
❛ now there’s a sight for sore eyes . ❜
❛ i don’t wanna hurt you . ❜
❛ why aren’t you more freaked out ? ❜
❛ if there’s one thing i’ve learned this year , it’s that ‘good’ is a moving target . ❜
❛ what are you gonna do about it ? tell on me ? ❜
❛ who the hell are you ? ❜
❛ you took it from me ? ❜
❛ nobody’s getting hurt on my watch . ❜
❛ when are you gonna take responsibility for all that you’ve done ? ❜
❛ i’m running out of goddamn time . ❜
❛ this isn’t over . i’m coming for you . ❜
❛ now you know how it feels when people take your things . ❜
❛ i know that you’re scared , so am i . ❜
❛ are you sure you’re up for this ? ❜
❛ you might want to stand back . ❜
❛ you went wrong . ❜
❛ this one’s gonna hurt . ❜
❛ i’m ready for anything . ❜
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𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊, + raffaello torrigiani.
once away from intrusive eyes of lvmpd officers and completing salutation pleasantries, palm rests on the back of the constantine’s neck and digits grip — nonetheless steering the supposedly OLDER & blitzed saint through the dimly - lit parking lot. ❛ oh yeah ? name one god damn thing you’ve been useful for since you got here, ❜ retort through gritted pearly - whites, headache bubbling up from tension twisting in temples. of course not to disturb the constantine patriarch from his … activities … rafael leaves the premises ( & pausing reconnaissance work with another assassin that will definitely NOT shut up about this ) to bail out the good-for-nothing of the three children without a notification. i mean … for as long as he has been introduced to the family, rafael has grown to care for them as family. that also means anger can quickly arise towards the stupidity of a nephew putting himself in harms way. free hand reaches for the passenger door handle of an italian luxury sports car. ❛ you and your siblings have only been whining like children and getting in the way. get in and stop pouting, ❜ a command, hand on neck using force to shove alexandre into the cushioned seat. ❛ go on, ❜ rafael leans an arm on the door, smug grin on visage. ❛ i wanna hear it. what’s one thing you’re useful for, alexandre ? ❜
ascetic pinch at the nape of his neck, & alex is cogent enough to understand he’s earned it ⎯⎯ can’t rustle up the good graces to give a shit, though ! ❝ you get paid to come ‘n bail me out, don’tcha ? fuckin’ ... 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗇, you should be 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 me ... ❞ another supercilious sniff when long limbs are sent asunder in passenger seat / shit, man, could be worse. could’ve been thrown in the backseat like a real criminal ... somehow, bloodshot optics maintain icy hauteur, even cast down in his lap. when first light of wintry daylight starts to seep into tomorrow’s bleak landscape, he’ll wake up with a hell of a headache & a cotton mouth full of half - baked apology inarticulately spat in front of rafael, a PITIABLE attempt at redress. for now, he’ll tamp down the urge to roll blown - out baby blues. ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ❝ can we bank the bullshit for tomorrow ? interrogate me stupid then, please, i just ... can we just, like, go ? ❞
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𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, + dominic langdon.
find solace at the dining room table. walls crowded with memories, odd sentiments become peculiar knick knacks while day finishes with recounted nostalgia. this time, it’s a memory WORTH a wryly smile / a sense of reminiscence that isn’t so acetous. arm outstretches as his cigarette taps the side of the ash tray, ❝ how can he not ? spending all that time in 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 doin’ fuck all. ❞ lingering envy exhales with the nicotine ( it’d be easier to disregard it all as ego ; found his way out with an opportunity . . . could you entirely blame him ? now back as a reminder of what once was. ) features WINCE with brotherly horror, ❝ i don’t wanna know . . . but remember they did invite us to a dinner party once, with a bunch of others, & 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 some of their silverware to turn into bullets ? ❞ memory recollects that rather it 𝚜𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 to please, digits nimble enough to pull off instructed misdeed ( think too hard & find that guilt still comes bubbling through / soured by what ANGER IS INHERITED. ) but it’s an open wound that’s left untouched. tired features soften, nonchalant shrug at the end of it all. simply had to in their line of work, their destined ends as slayers. ❝ COULD BE WORSE, i ’spose ? at least i don’t deal with exorcisms on a regular basis. don’t know how you & will constantly do it. ❞
uncustomary life paths for langdons, all thingd said & considered ; destined to be ruthful / dejection as birthright, defied in the face of something more. jubilant existence 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, & look where it’s got them ! overflowing ashtrays, ECCENTRICITIES lined up on hand - painted walls. ( a weekend spent in uproarious laughter, lacquer in her hair & wicked grin the boisterous counterpart worn by adored husband, a fond memory nestled amongst so many. ) ❝ that fucking dinner party, i could’a sworn mother dearest was gonna kill him there & then. stealing silverware right off the table ... what did she call it again ? amateur shit that a shit - for - brains newborn could’ve pulled off ? 𝗝𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦. ❞ unconventional isn’t quite the right word for a childhood tarnished, adolescence 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 & the taste of iron thick on a tongue that never asked for it. replaces it now with ash, exhaled cobweb rings & a smile that speaks of eternal affection when SWEETER HALF is noted. ❝ s’not as 𝙗𝙖𝙙 as it could be. will’s better at it, somethin’ about the whole ... european thing, honestly ⎯⎯ the only thing i’m getting sick of is that they’re always at some ridiculous hour of the morning. you know how many 1 am callouts we’ve had this week alone ? nobody decides to fuck around with spirits at 3:30 on a sunny afternoon anymore, it’s a crying shame. ❞
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𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. the langdon household, at some godforsaken hour.
& it’s a funny thing, the creak of a door amid witching hour. to some: symptom of malevolence / beginning of every horror movie, otherwise 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, funereal knell signalling torment to come. intruders, nightmarish conceptions belonging solely to dante’s seventh level, all MANIFEST on innocuous doorstep. to others: a welcome home. ( not always surge of succor she’s come to associate it with / unspoken volumes of growing up on eggshells, she supposes. beholden, then, to the figure bathed in shadow that creeps across threshold. ) ❝ easy night, honey ? ❞ they’ve made it into a routine, sort of twisted game ; when a work phone alights with 𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃, calls one of them away into blistered midnight, the other waits. sends a shopping list, if they’re feeling playful. hers to @mincrfeelings tonight includes a carton of half & half, fresh pack of smokes. ❝ i dunno what the old bat thought she was doing, playing with a ouija board like that ... play with fire, get burnt, all that. ❞ except the scorch in question is having a 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 brutal demon make unfortunate, possessed acquaintance. attention catches vaguely on television, light of which limns her in jarring technicolour ⎯⎯ ❝ you’re home just in time, too. they’re JUST about to realise they’ve been 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. ❞
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𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚝, + jean - paul constantine.
“ since when have you ever liked it when i played nice ? ” traditional romanticism never a notion he entertained when it comes to her. dinner dates + movie nights are only for those who haven’t mastered the art of conversing in teeth & tongue. actions speak much louder than words — & vulnerability, the only luxury he can’t afford. not when he’s found himself rather attached to the bite of her venom, annoyed scoffs turning to knowing smiles. familiarity is what he settles it to, boiling down for his penchant for those who bite back : helps that she does it just how he likes it, hard enough to draw red. “ maybe not mine, ” blissed, sporting an unfamiliar calmness in gravelly tone. at that moment, he almost seems content. “ called in sick for you. i’ll pay for your fucking time, just … ” the word catches in his throat, even if for a moment. it’s still one of the hardest four letters he’s ever had to stay. “ stay, ”
❝ i hate it when you make good points, y’know that ? ❞ who needs ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏsᴇs, when she’ll bloom something maroon underneath pious digits anyway ? no need for overindulgent beguilement ... funny, really, how she always fancied her attention the kind to be importuned, coaxed. ( 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: enter exigency, handsome as they come & christ, doesn’t he know it. ) thorny temper usually honed in his presence, but she borders on ... sated. serene. namesake would scream something shrill if she could see this: i told you, foolish girl. crawl into 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐓, & you TOO will leave with venom on your lips. what does it say, that candied poison doesn’t sound like such a punishment ? ❝ keep your money ... i want to stay. ❞ paragon of verity, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 ; recumbent, sinuous in position she’s come to relish. thank a god she DOESN’T believe in that this has stopped being alarming, the sheer candor with which she speaks. ❝ i’d rather be here. ❞
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𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚜, + francisca silva.
𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐄́ 𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 , silken pjs with feathered cuffs fall short of weather appropriate raiment . at least fashion stayed at the 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗆 . unforgiving is the onyx haired femme , arms tightly crossed over chest , irked twitch of groomed brow . ❛ hi ? hi … SERIOUSLY ? did you loose all your braincells in there ? ❜ outburst the accumulation of exhaustion and the interruption of a 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 . vanity comes with the territory of being splashed across video site in high definition , for the money she’d earned who wouldn’t be a tad conceited ? ❛ lucky for you i’m tired … and your 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 is triggering my maternal instinct . ❜
augmented sable erodes cerulean damn near whole, obfuscated when they’re cast up / aphoristic rapture looses a histrionic heave from bitten brims, like he’s got any right to get huffy ! looms to full height, so much taller ... & yet, under irate caramel, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. ❝ hi ? fuck, francisca, y’want me to tip my BOWLER ? salutations, m’lady ? ❞ ( determined to deserve her annoyance, destined to make it up later ... 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀, insolent thane saving something akin to warmth for just after he’s abraded her shitless ? god, he’ll be appearing in no end of her videos to make up for this. ) ❝ the fuck is everyone’s obsession with my braincells right now ? you & fuckin’ wario ... ❞ 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, how one can sound so simultaneously chagrined, irascible, downright loopy ; probably the only reason why he just about cracks a cheeky grin. ❝ maternal instinct ? so if i was like, mommy, take me home ... ❞
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𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, + dominic langdon.
the job is forever esurient. espionage demanded full attention / give up personhood as a one - way ticket in, there’s no guarantee of emancipation from 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 they’ve witness on return. ( a veteran of such, romania still haunts in your peripheral vision ; despite dissimulated as another, the grief was now intertwined. ) dominic sits adjacent, navy hues downcast of what’s been reported. ❝ that’s real reassurin’, kid. just what i want to be hearing right now. ❞ voice gruff. wristwatch reads somewhere around two am ( their schedules mimics nocturnal creatures . . . a good enough excuse to justify the growing trepidations that keep you up. ) take a sip of burnt diner coffee & hear what the younger has to say. he’d expected something . . . but not quite this - a set of 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜, left slightly visible. seen one too many wounds like this & what path it lead / fraught mind can’t help but counter. ❝ i’m not saying i don’t trust you. but, i’m not ‘bout to risk having one of my agents become some walking juice box for the sake of finding information. there’ll be some other way if we’ve got to. ❞ digits harden around the scalding mug, conscious can’t bear to have another ghost haunting. ❝ you say that now, but believe me, cass . . . 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. ❞ gaze moves to stare outside the window, watch the sun slowly spill over the horizon. passing realisation hits that perhaps cracks are showing. ❝ & besides . . . some of those consequences ends with me filing more paperwork. ❞
singularly fine line she traipses, in between two domains with their cogent links ⎯⎯ something attritional in russet optics when they trace evanescent slash through boss’ blonde brow. ( same pernicious taction turns venerated on her, diligently enough to leave bruises, fireworks of broken capillaries ... but doesn’t she press own OVERHEATED digits into mottled indigo ? what does it mean if she’s the one prolonging the bruise, 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 ? ) ❝ reassuring, isn’t that my middle name ? ❞ trenchant in between gulp of scorched coffee ( undersugared, bless misguided attempt ) ; cover of bleak obsidian is the only time they can meet, but it robs local diner’s worst efforts at caffeine of heat at an 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 rate. price they pay, she supposes. ❝ there’s no other way, that’s what i’m telling you. just ... i’m, uh. safe, & all that, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. managed to make myself some high - flying acquaintances. consider me ... well - protected, if that helps. ❞ rather delphian way of saying i’ve been spending more time in extravagant sheets than my own. ❝ look, i’m not gonna promise you that it’s gonna be entirely DEVOID of paperwork. 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 ... ❞ try as she might, she can’t quite bite vocals off before quandary creeps in, ekes into the tails of utterances.
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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ family therapy ! family therapy ! family therapy ! ❞
❝ you can try ⎯⎯ ❞ ( & oh, how she’ll get riotous kick out of it ! ) ❝ ⎯⎯ but i’m pretty sure langdons are to 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙿𝚈 what atheists are to churches. y’know, the whole ... ❞ amorphous waggle of ringed digits + indistinct sonance, like a bomb being dropped / blaze set by 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 ; for the record, she’s not entirely convinced that she’d spontaneously combust upon therapist’s vestibule ... vacillates on whether she’d make it out in one piece, either ! ❝ closest thing we can do is, like, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐. you ever heard nic wailin’ to material girl ? who the fuck needs a shrink after that ? ❞ impudent grin etched, aimed at @sinaers ; got to ADMIRE her commitment ! ❝ you’re not the ONLY one who’s been trying to get us to go, though ... what about us screams family therapy, exactly ? ❞
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𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚝, + tatiana zakharova.
perhaps ... they should have heeded colette's forewarnings with a little more than just a laugh. how bad can a party of bloodsucks really be ? at least there would be free-flowing alcohol far older than twice of her lifetime, not to mention networking with the characteristically scornful bunch often fitting the guestlist of las vegas' most infamous. money makes the world go 'round, as well as pay for their frequent flights to meet a certain someone. small talk wears at social battery far quicker than it should at that particular night, the assassin finding themself hiding with their phone in hand as they await said bumbling, walking scarecrow. “ did you get my dr- what ? ” azurian lifts + lands at man ... nay, boy, who looks closer to a kid playing dress up in his father's tailored suits — laughter breaks out as tati sports the first smile of the night. maybe they misjudged the night afterall. “ which one ? the guy sucking face with a girl who looks young enough to be his grandkid ? ” a scoff wedges. “ or was it the bad edward cullen cosplay with the weird trench coat ? ”
& there’s a capacious dichotomy between glitzy opening night of latest production + whatever ... this is. ( question: how the fuck does a former catholic schoolboy, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 & starched uniform, end up here ? answer: when he’s asked / demanded, more like. complaisant arm candy, champagne - dizzy ... sullied eminence of it all hasn’t gone unnoticed. he’s grateful enough just to BE here, to be seen with them / soak up the 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖾 of it all. ) smoke sought to ground himself, & that’s when he’d been caught OFF - GUARD ; soy boy ? ❝ yeah, yeah, the one with his tongue jammed down lolita’s throat for the entire night. i didn’t realise i was getting softcore porn with a side of weird insults tonight, but shit, in for a penny, in for a pound, or whatever ... ❞ mock - offense unremittingly betrayed by a bemused grin when he ambles back to god - given place at tatiana’s side / tumbler in each hand, ice a silver knell against cut crystal. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 - 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 until the end, isn’t he ? ❝ a fucking soy boy ? c’mon. i haven’t been called that since, like ... sixth form. jesus. you gotta start teachin’ these creeps to insult better, i mean ... that’s just pathetic. ❞
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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ what i think they meant to say was that they wished your mom had given birth to a can opener, because then at least it would be useful. ❞
❝ oh, fuck off ! bit harsh there, dickhead. ❞ pot, calling kettle black : when handcuffs had finally come off of stinging, 𝚛𝚎𝚍 - 𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 & he’d been asked very politely if he’d wanted a LAWYER, he’d asked for that italian cunt ... y’know, it’sa me, manwhore-io ! ( another charge on a rap sheet longer than the fuckin’ odyssey. drunk & disorderly, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, illicit use of a controlled substance ... ) there is, of course, supercolossal truth to brutality that @bludluna, figure he considers an uncle, spits. only one party to this viperish parley will admit it, though, & it’s not the one with the cocaine nosebleed on the horizon. ❝ i am useful. fuck off. ❞ said like 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 : with a disdainful sniff + something that borders on a pout.
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𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚝, + jieun song.
tangled sheets + the remnants of the last summer sunset, record player thrumming the beat to la vie en rose ; the most romantic love song of the last century even unmatched when pitted against the look of love shared between the two. home is found in the most unlikely of places. fitting perfectly when embraced in the arms of her beloved, snort accompanying an amused eyeroll. “ oh, yeah, jack the ripper ? ” with any other companion, fear would have struck & sent her running. a fawn finding comfort in the embrace of a predator — sunken marks on the nape of her neck a testament to just how easily the demise of a poor soul will be at his hands & yet, she's nothing but all smiles. she's starting to get used to the bite of the nip, finding euphoria in letting go. anything for him. propping bird bones up on elbow, lips nearing his as a smirk mimics the one he often sports. she's picked up a few habits. “ what are you waiting for ? maybe i'd be a good sookie to your eric, ” lacquered digits trace his burgundy-soaked lips, pearly whites nipping into her own. “ or d'you just fancy me as your good little bloodbag ? ”
new favourite location, raveled up in sheets that bear traces of her perfume + shampoo alike / mother tongue croons distantly, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 : since when did he repent enough to find this brand of heaven ? digits & petals are a fatuous graze across vellum, mapping well - charted territory over, over, over again. ( touch settles on the small of her back, kisses alight at collarbone, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, an incessant trail. ) ❝ who keeps telling you i’m jack the ripper ? i covered that one up well, thank you very much. ❞ lush chuckle practically dripped against her own bitten petals, NO purview left between them. not when he dips in, steals another fleeting kiss. ❝ d’you want eternity with me, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ? like this ? ❞ permission, that’s how he operates this whole thing. all she has to do is ASK, + he’ll craft infinitude into bones he’s found home in, make her his in a whole new way. he’s picky like that ⎯⎯ not 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵 he extends to just anyone. oh, how special she is ! until then ... ❝ yeah, well. not my fault you’re so fucking DELICIOUS. so sweet, all mine. ❞ ( not a lie : her cruor is still nectarous against the backs of his teeth, craving sated + destined to rise again. )
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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ they did once call me the cunt of monte cristo. ❞
regaled tale met with cacophanous snort ; sisterly sympathy flown the co - op when it comes to ... alarmingly snappy nicknames ! ❝ the bastard’s gone soft, then, has he ? ❞ ( spoke of the 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻, & he appeared / not entirely unsummoned, of course, not with the way she’d frantically smoked her way through a pack of benson & hedges, FLIPPED through rolodex of blasts from the past. desecrate rapine has consequences, of course, & sometimes an uncomfortable call has to be made. ... 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, she hadn’t been made quite so sapient of the power dynamic. ) ❝ leventis ... does he have a SISTER ? could’a sworn i did a leventis back in the early 2000s. ❞ knavish grin around spearmint gum / & underneath all her posturing, there’s stark delight : @mincrfeelings bemoaning at careworn 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, what more could she ask for ? all her PRIORITIES under one roof, humming with abject throes about respectively grim days. ❝ sounds like you had a thrilling day, then. ❞
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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ if we get through this, is there a thing where we, like, talk to each other about stuff ... normally ? ❞
❝ you say that like we're goin’ to war. ❞ only half jocund when he peers up from pony - necked beer to @ohmortem, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 like it’s destined to unravel ; like he knows more than he’s letting on. ( deep & meaningful under the body of a decrepit pontiac firebird, concerns traded back & forth with wrenches, greased cloths alike. best friend / boss sets his troubles down, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 + benign grip will always take more than he can carry. ) ❝ we can always talk, though, y’know that ? as long as i’m not working ⎯⎯ ❞ POLITE way to describe being wrist - deep in 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾, ❝ ⎯⎯ i’m all ears. ❞
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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ don't threaten me, i don't have time to jerk off. ❞
❝ play nice, & you won’t have to jerk off at all. ❞ if looks could kill ... stare that she levels is all molten umber & aurelian nectar, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍. just this side of bared teeth + flared tempers, an indulgence in ruination. today’s brand : stolen half - hour extended until they’re both due elsewhere, but there’s no intention to move. bared legs are still sprawled across @vilebit, ritzy sofa in his office / keenly mindful that filthy bills that could be paying for upmarket furniture are being slipped into someone else’s lingerie, that she’s got things to do besides him. 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 ... not like she minds, anyway. ❝ can i have my 𝐛𝐫𝐚 back now ? or do you REALLY want me to jam that gun so far up your ass that you cough up bullets ? ❞
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