exthne
"And you are?"
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❱❱ like for a starter!
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" Le Louis XV at 7:30.
Tell them I sent you. "
A beat. Food. She then realizes
that she’s in god damn Monaco
and has no idea what she can
do aside from talk to this guy.
But also — food.
”Hm. Alright, you’ve got yourself
a deal.”
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libxrum ; albywrites ; littlemissredriding
" Yes? "
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" It's no trouble really.
I'm Alexandre. "
❝ Usually I wouldn’t ask for any help… But I’m really
grateful for this… I’m Snow by the way… ❞
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" Brilliant. "
he mutters
" What if we discus
this over dinner? "
“It’s just Elis. Also…
At this point? Very slim.”
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" Can I help you? "
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solxbus ; exthne ; achroix
" The pleasure is all mine, miss. "
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" In my time,
I've found it's
just as important
what you don't say. "
"I said nothing." Nico said smirking.
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" I could feel
your gaze boring
into my skull. "
Not having smoked a cigarette
in a while makes him do things
like stare at people who have
one lit between their lips.
He’s not meaning to: it’s just
that he can’t help it.
❛ … What? I wasn’t looking
at you. ❜
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" Miss Yorke.
What are the chances
you're going to give me
the answers I want
during this conversation? "
”That’s the attitude
that pays my bills.”
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" That is the attitude that
brought you to me in the
first place. "
”Nope. Well, not yet at least.
Give me a computer with an
internet connection and we’ll
see what I can do. Heh.”
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nightxmxre ; emersuslupus ; mistxkesmade
" Yes? "
he can feel eyes
looking at him.
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" So you don't actually
have the incriminating
photos of me, then? "
But now she knows they exist.
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Archetypes: | MACHIAVELLI’S PRINCE
He is beloved and he is feared, and he walks among his people armed with cold steel and kind words. There is a massacre ready behind his eyes and war written on his body. He is above honour but not deceit, for though he fears no evil and will bow to no god, all others must or suffer his wrath. He hunts for glory like lesser men hunt for freedom. Maps of his lands roll out beneath his fingertips, and with his eyes closed he can trace every line of the blood, love and dread upon which he builds his empire. He knows his land and his people as a sailor knows the tide. Fate’s fickle fingers cannot drag him to the shadows, for his will is the stronger. He is to become the architect of a new world, written in among the dire myths of those gone before. Oblivion is his only fear.
He is Alexander, he is Caesar; he is war, he is conqueror.
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“Well, if that’s the case, then
you’ll be pleased to hear that
I am totally, completely just
fucking with you.”
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" If there were inopportune photos
of you floating out in the world
somewhere, especially if you
were in my position, wouldn't you? "
”Are you legitimately upset about this?”
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