Suits (2011-2019)

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Underestimate me so I can embarrass you.

(via dope-fashion-style)

F. Scott Fitzgerald ― This Side of Paradise

Honestly I had to do it, because it felt better than nothing. That thorough fucking shame was so much better than that horrible empty nothing.

alexmarkovna​:

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Alex raised his head from the plants before him when the other admitted to not wanting to ask anything about plants, making the hairs on the back of his head neck stand up on end. He couldn’t put any words to why he felt that way, but only that there was a slight urgency in the other’s tone that he couldn’t ignore. “You’re right, that does sound weird,” he admitted after a heartbeat as he gazed at the other’s features and studied them for a moment longer. After another beat, Alex deflated slightly with a shake of his head. “No, sorry. Am I supposed to recognize you?” He was pretty good at faces, having trained it to be a useful skill over the years with work that it didn’t take much for him to pull up an old face with a moment’s notice. “I’m usually pretty decent with faces so if you came through the precinct or something like that, maybe you have me confused with another detective.”

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Nyah willed the next words to fall from his lips be that of surprise recollection, then they both break into wide grins and share hugs. Regrettably, that’s not what happened in reality. Hoping for some glimpse of recognition was simply too good to be true. It hurt that she even bothered to get her hopes up having known that Alex’s memory of their times together were long gone. No, sorry. Am I supposed to recognize you? Quite frankly nothing else Alex said met her ears. Instead, those words echoed, resulting in her eyes stinging with the threat of tears. Nyah blinked quickly trying to compose herself in the midst of emotional pain. “Silly me, you just…” she cleared her throat, and looked down at the society's garlic plants. Oh how she wished for strength as strong as their smell. “Stupid allergies,” she lied. “You look like someone that I used to know, that’s all,” a nonchalant shrug punctuated her statement. “Don’t sweat it,” she crossed her arms, and then uncrossed them again, clearly not knowing what to do with herself. “So, I guess we should make this less awkward and pathways or...should I at least introduce myself after putting you on the spot like that.” Nyah rarely rambled, but this situation has turned all the highly functional parts of her mind to mush. Now would be a perfect time as any for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. 

dawn-dubois​:

Location: Dawn’s apartment in Staten Island With: Dawn & @nyahsaqueen​

Throughout her existence, Dawn had made lifelong friends along the way, treasuring each and every one of them for whatever time they were allowed together. With the years came her friendship with both Alexandros and Nyah, what they’d call the Three Musketeers, a trio that could rely on one another for anything. It was naïve for Dawn to assume they’d always be together. Losing Alexandros had been Dawn’s breaking point, a rift in all of her relationships, remembering just how tragic it was to lose someone out of nowhere. She’d parted ways with Nyah, unintentionally losing touch every now and then, guilt-ridden that somehow it seemed that Dawn always remained. 

“You have no idea how good it is to see you, Nyah.” Dawn said, again surely, repetitive over the years, especially after they’d both lost their third person. “Where’ve you been? What have you been doing?” The next question held on her tongue, the impulsive curiosity to know if she’d seen Alexandros’ doppelganger, if she’d talked to him, if it was him. A question Dawn wanted and did not want the answer to, knowing either way it’d break her heart all over again. “Tell me everything.”

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Dawn’s presence immediately lifted her mood, and reminded Nyah of an era in her life where everything was perfect. Alas, life always has other plans and despite the number of years that Dawn, Nyah and Alexandros spent together their connection eventually fell apart. Now it seems like the universe was giving them another chance. If anyone would have told her several years ago that she’d be hanging out with Dawn again, she’d laugh in their face. “You’re telling me? It’s been far too long!” Nyah hoped that this time they could actually make the most of reuniting. “I’ve been living in Europe with Will and mom,” she sighed. “This is the first time I’ve been in the States for years,” it was only until her mother’s parsing that she figured out why the matriarch always steered them away from returning. 

“My mom is no longer with us though, but on the plus side we found out that our dad is a vampire. Will and I came to New York to find him.” Nyah wasn’t sure if she wanted to delve further into her mother’s demise right now. “It’s been amazing getting to see him again,” especially after losing Raya had left her more empty on the inside than usual. “Career wise, I’m a figure skater! I finally did it, and you will be proud,” she’s quite a decorated figure skater in European circles. It’s one of the many careers on her list that she would have often talked Alex and Dawn’s ears off about. “Last season ended pretty roughly, I didn’t get to place because I fell and fractured my wrist,” Nyah held up the formerly injured hand, now free of it’s cast. “Thankfully, it’s all good now,” thanks to vampire blood that she took during the Summer Retreat. Oh the things that being overly competitive will make you do. 

“Sooo…” she drawled. “What about you?” Nyah further settled in by tucking her feet underneath her. “How long have you been in New York? Have you met any interesting people...or blasts from our pasts?” Nyah anxiously gnawed on her bottom lip. How was she going to bring up seeing Alexandros? “I mean, I’ve run into a few faces that I thought I’d never see again,” shredded, in hopes of giving herself more time to come up with a better strategy. “It’s like New York has some weird pull to it or something,” she shrugged. 

who: OPEN @darkesthourstarters​

where: central park & environs 

when: witching hour (1-4am)

Nyah wasn't sure what startled her awake, but when she opened her eyes she realized that she's not in her bed at home. The cool night air hit her face and she knew nothing good was going to follow. Slowly she looked down at her feet and there was a dead body. Not tonight. Taking a calming breath, she looked around, ensuring that there's no one lurking. Nyah stooped down and placed a hand on the woman's body. Instantly her eyes glazed over as she relived the last moments of the person's life so she could see how they died. When the vignette ended Nyah pulled back. The Banshee felt nothing but sadness at their painfully lonely end. Looking on the brightside, there is no foul play involved in the death. A heart attack or something else internal was at fault.

Crossing her arms over her chest she turned away from the body and started briskly walking away. Almost fifteen minutes later she finally found someone that seemed approachable. Nyah assumes that she's in Central Park, but she's still very unfamiliar with the city. There were a lot of questionable people Nyah passed along the way, although she shouldn't be one to complain considering she's currently sporting a silk pajama set and no footwear. Deciding to take the chance, she walked up to the stranger. "Hey, excuse me, do you have a phone? I need to make a call," she paused to take in a shaky breath. "Actually, two calls," Nyah added, knowing she'd have to call someone to come and get her as well.  

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