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@angelharrison
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
Laini Taylor (via anachronisticfairytales)
❝ i simply don’t understand why i’m like this --- why can’t i just be organized ? see , this is why that little notebook of mine comes in handy ; it helps me keep everything in one place ! what if it takes ages for me to put these together and send them to a publisher , what if i’m missing something ? what if they end up thinking i’m sloppy ? i’m not ! ❞ of course , the redhead could simple turn to the sanctum in order to get her book published , but that wasn’t what angel wanted ; she didn’t need new reasons for them to use her more than they already did . besides , it was also a matter of pride . she could do this on her own , & she would .
in addition to that , the way she & kai were now closer to each other than ever before made her worry even more about the sanctum . she couldn’t let them hurt him , which also meant avoiding even the slightest possibility of being on their wrong side . with a heavy sigh , she rest her head on the man’s shoulder , eyes closing . at least his presence helped her relax . ❝ ... maybe i’m not even that good of a writer , you know ? perhaps it’s all just wishful thinking , there’s already so many books out there . ❞ angel murmurs , gaze shifting downwards to the persian cat lying on her bed , ❝ maybe i should think of a different career . ❞ / @persecvted
warrxns.
“don’t worry. i wasn’t doing anything important when you called me.” even if he had, he wouldn’t have let her feel bad about this. he was seething as his broad shoulders struck people within the crowd — though he forced himself to give them a surprisingly skilful chant of “ursäkta mig”s (“excuse me” in swedish, one of the many tongues he’d easily picked up over the years). he walked and walked until they reached his car, away from the people.
“don’t apologise, angel. jesus.” he said, “i wish you wouldn’t apologise so much. those fuckers? you didn’t owe them anything. i’m not blaming you or anything,” he said in advance. “sorry. i’m just… god, when will you learn that you should put yourself first? many people care about you, angel. i care about you. i know that’s not… that’s not much coming from me. i fucking hurt you. but a lot of better people do care about you. if nothing else, please believe that.” he took a sharp intake of breath. he was concerned that she’d been drugged or something, but he’d ask inside the car. “get in.”
❝ o - okay , i just-- ❞ she stops herself , as there’s something in warren’s tone that tells her she shouldn’t insist on apologizing ; not to mention how the last thing she could have possibly wanted right now was to upset or annoy the man . just be quiet , angel , she thought to herself , but it was so difficult ! her constant need to please people made it almost unbearable not to say a word , yet in contrast , the way he seemed to scold her soon after made the redhead feel incredibly small .
following as he led the way towards the car , the redhead dared not to say a single word . her delicate arms wrapped around her torso in search for comfort , eyes glued to the tips of her ankle boots . he was right , she owed those people nothing , & yet it was so hard to stand up for herself --- especially when she didn’t know what exactly there was to stand up for . still , there was something about the way warren’s tone that didn’t sit well with angel , prompting her to furrow her brows and look up at her friend through tearful eyes . she wouldn’t cry , but the want to was definitely there . ❝ don’t talk to me like that ! i-- ... just don’t , okay ? don’t . you-- you don’t get how i feel . you don’t know how difficult it is for me to put myself first ! besides , what was i supposed to do ? tell over ten people i have to go because they’re making me feel gross , because i feel sick ? i - i can’t do that , i can’t ! ❞ sliding inside the car , she put on her seatbelt before burying her face in both hands , elbows resting on her knees . moments like this were the ones where she wanted to disappear .
pcllx.
– “YOU DON’T THINK THE PLACES WE CHOSE ARE A LITTLE CLICHE?” esme laughs, stepping out of the car and hiking her purse over her shoulder. “i don’t think that’s what any of us are aiming for, okay, maybe before a night out, but right now…we just want to get this done. and look unassuming enough that no one remembers us too well.” esme was versatile in that way, and as long as she wasn’t on the ice, she could keep herself from being too memorable.
“exactly, yes we do!” she adds, encouragingly, hoping for the best. one pill to calm her nerves and she’s all set to walk through the front doors of the swedish bank, mary janes clicking on the sidewalk. they enter, and as per usual for a bank, they’re greeted with silence. only the rustling of paper or clicks of keyboards cut in, and esme knows they have to look confident. it’s likely that the tellers already know what they’re there for.
esme heads to the left desk, the one they have been instructed to trust, and lays a set of jingling keys on the counter to get the teller’s attention. “hi,” she smiles, sweet and innocent. “we’d like to make a deposit for miss lucinda carreaux.”
❝ maybe , but if it’s a cliche , it’s because it works ! ❞ the redhead reassured the brunette , a small giggle escaping her lips . a part of her wondered just how unrecognizable esme would be to the people in the bank ; after all , she was an ice skating star , & yet something was telling angel not to be too worried about her friend . after all , part of the beauty of ice skating was in the acting delivered during a performance --- perhaps esme was so good of an actress that her fame wouldn’t get in the way . either way , angelina wanted to keep a positive mindset , especially as she walks alongside esme into the bank .
the silence is a bit intimidating to say the least , but she knows better than to take it personally ; after all , banks weren’t know to be loud places , especially not the bank of sweden ! regardless , she wears a warm smile on her lips , letting esme take the lead ; maybe it was just a hunch , or maybe angel was a bit too shy , but something told her that esme would be better at doing the talking .
so much that once the two girls were finished with their duties , the first thing angel did upon stepping out of the bank was let out a deep breath of relief . ❝ god , i was more nervous in there than i was when we got here ... ❞ she spoke quietly , fingertips tucking a red curl behind her ear , ❝ but we did good , right ? that wasn’t so bad ... you’re really good with words ! ❞
siggsofsins.
sigmund stared up at the ceiling and stared at the crystal light fixture above the bed. for a moment he was silent. sometimes he wished that he was happy too but he knew that he wasn’t. he hasn’t been that way in a while and the last time that he could remember when he was happy was probably when he was with esme and now he doesn’t even have her anymore. the sneaking around with her made him feel like that he was actually important. taking a deep breath he counting all the crystals on the light fixture, not daring to make eye contact with angel. “i’m tired of owing something to someone.” he breathed out not realizing that he was holding in a breath. all his life he has had to repay someone and he was tired of being the pawn in the game. he has been pushed around far too much and he just wanted to start a new life. that was the original plan on moving to nyc was to start a new life then he got sucked into the sanctum and he couldn’t even really remember how that happened and maybe that was his fault for making his restaurant such a high-end place for fancy people in dangerous places to meet up in. “i- i don’t know.” he said turning over to face her. “i thought that maybe people wouldn’t even notice that i left if i did leave.” he muttered thinking back to the time where he was actually gone for about a week and missing all the meetings. that was after him and esme ended though and when he started to party like there was no tomorrow. no one went to look for him then. he figured that no one would look for him if he got a one-way ticket home.
❝ you owe nothing to no one , siggs . nothing . ❞ funny of her to say such a thing , when the sanctum had such a tight grip on each and every one of them . still , although some could argue that angel’s comment wasn’t exactly true , it was what she thought he needed to hear . her delicate fingertips play lightly with her friend’s hair , hoping that maybe it would make him feel better somehow ; there was only so much advice angel could give to the man , but at least she could try to be helpful in a way . he deserved for her to try . ❝ i ... i know what that feels like . it’s terrible , but i’m want you to know that you really shouldn’t be worried about things like that . & i would notice ! of course i would , i would notice it and be terrified that something might have happened to my friend . i’m sure other people would be worried too . scared even ! ❞ yet she understood the feeling of wanting to leave everything behind , and just fly away like a bird . it was true that angel used to feel much more stuck than she did now , as if her wings were clipped during birth & the sanctum helped her find a new pair ; while she belonged to them and so did her wings , she still felt freer than before . freedom had a sweet taste , even if with a bitter end . careful and hesitant , the redhead placed a hand on siggs’ shoulder , lips forming a straight line for a moment before she spoke once again . ❝ i would miss you if you left ... if you do one day , can you at least let me know you’re leaving ? just so i know you weren’t-- ❞ she can’t bring herself to lose the sentence , not wanting to think about the death of a friend .
eviewolff.
maybe part of evie’s motivation of getting to know angel was because she was getting close to kai and she had to low key check her out and make sure she was okay, she was safe, that she wouldn’t break kai’s heart for whatever reason. they’d spent their whole lives looking out for each other and old habits die hard, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy the time spent with angel, it just means she has an ulterior motive. around here, who doesn’t? “thank god, i don’t want to spend our first night here just at the bank, that could take forever,” she says with a fake whine and a laugh. “not a wink, i enjoy flying far too much to sleep through it.” it made her feel like she had wings, that it was her soaring through the air, not just in a giant bus that did it for her. once they get close to the street, evie hails a cab, perhaps a bit too tired to walk and opens the door for angel. “nah, i’ve been all over the world, but never to sweden. it’s pretty though, maybe i’ll come here on tour sometime.”
❝ it really could , & that would be no fun --- especially just after getting out of the plane ! we should probably grab a bite to eat regardless of where we go ; i’m hungry , plus airplane food isn’t really that yummy . ❞ as a matter of fact , angel absolutely despised airplane food . ❝ still , i really like flying too ... in fact , birds are my favorite animals ! sometimes i wonder if i was one in a past life ; do you believe in those things , like reincarnations ? ❞ it wasn’t something angel thought about a lot but when she did , the redhead always ended with the same conclusion : it made too much sense not to be true . ❝ oh ! do you have any favorite places ? you must’ve traveled more than i , ❞ she asked while sliding into the cab , a bright smile on her lips . for some reason , talking to evie came naturally , which angel surely enjoyed . ❝ i came to europe a few years ago but stayed in france back then --- with occasional visits to other countries , though never sweden . can’t quite remember why ... oh well , at least i get to see it now . ❞
persecvted.
the way she does the signs, it’s timid in a way and he feels the need to reassure her. “angel, there’s no pressure here. you don’t have to do it perfect. you just started learning, give yourself some room to make mistakes.” he said it very gently, he supported this process, how could he not? he was thrilled she’d asked to learn at all and he didn’t expect anyone to pick up a new language perfectly in a matter of days, that would be madness. he understood her desire though, he often felt the need to never falter but it was no way to live, not peacefully. “we can take a break too, if you want?” he didn’t want to push or pressure her in any way, they wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for his own weakness and failure.
“she does, she’ll dance around the room until she’s out of breath and laughing. she used to pull me out of my teenage angst the same way.” he had very fond memories of it and couldn’t resist dancing to abba wherever it came on, or whenever. “I’m sure she’d be happy to sing the lyrics with you as loudly as possible.” the image made him smile.
but angels mood shifts visibly and he begins to worry he said something wrong. and then she’s talking and he wants to help, so desperately. “please forgive me for asking, but why have they stopped talking to you? his voice is intensely kind and gentle, he doesn’t want to upset her but he could use some more information if he is going to help, he thinks. she’s clearly hurt by their actions, confused even as to why and he can’t understand it either. angel is —uncommonly wonderful and he wonders why her own parents would shun that. he knew a lot of the people involved with the sanctum were less than admirable, including many linked to the untouchables and that cruelty could be found much too easily. but angel, perhaps there were people who saw her light as something to be used and abused, instead of loved, instead of cared for and protected. it made his blood begin to simmer.
then she’s back to talking about his mom and his entire mood lifts, his mom has that effect without even being there. “she does, and if she didn’t i don’t think she’d say so. — you want to meet her?” he was a little surprised. his friends hadn’t met her or ever asked but the thing about angel was was that he wanted her to be more than a friend even if he didn’t deserve that distinction.
he could have looked at her for hours, but hearing her voice was almost better. it was melodic and soft but not in a frustrating way, he didn’t struggle to hear her words and each one was curated just for him. he felt undeservedly special around her, it was the same quality his mom had. his moss green eyes widened when she said that and GOD he wanted to. but he was to much of a romantic. he wanted it to be effortless he supposed. and not that it would be a chore if he did this now but didn’t she deserve a better first kiss, from him? “trust me— i want to.” he smiled shyly, pulling back an inch, hoping she didn’t feel rejected because that wasn’t his intention at all. “ but i’m afraid if i do i won’t be able to stop.” he blushed, embarrassed somehow by his candor but he’d said it out loud, that he cared for her. and then the fear kicked in.
❝ i know , i know . i just-- ... i don’t want you to think i’m not trying , or that i’m not interested , ❞ maybe it had something to do with her need to prove things to people , or simply the fact that angel didn’t want to disappoint kai . his reassuring words , however , made her feel good about her progress ; they brought a certain sense of confidence to the redhead , as if whatever little mistakes she might have made were only natural . she didn’t have to be perfect , not for him . it was a good thing to be reminded of . ❝ a break ? yeah , that sounds nice actually . there sure is a lot of new information for me to process , ❞ nodding as if to reaffirm her own statement , angel closed the notebook she’d been keeping on the pillow over her lap , placing both items to the side .
as he talked about the things his mother would do to feel better , but also to pull him out of teenage angst , angelina giggled at the image of kai dancing to abba , ❝ do you have a favorite abba song then ? you must know a few . ❞ the smile on her face did , however , falter a bit , turning into a slightly saddened one when he asked about why exactly her parents no longer talked to her . it wasn’t his fault that he was curious and in fact , she definitely trusted him enough to tell him about it ; still , it didn’t make the subject any less painful to think about .
❝ well ... i just-- ❞ the redhead pauses , a deep breath escaping her soft lips , ❝ i guess they just got tired of me . i was never the daughter they wanted me to be , you see ? i disagreed with them on a lot of things --- they are very traditional people , never wanted to date the people they would pick for me , didn’t follow any of the careers they wanted me to choose from , was far too emotional all the time ... ❞ a small shrug , gaze shifting downwards for a second , ❝ i just wasn’t the person they wanted me to be , so when they realized that would never change , they shut me out . all of my credit cards were taken away & they gave me a week to move out . ❞ tears started to blurry her gaze , though angel refused to let them fall . her parents didn’t deserve her tears . ❝ it wasn’t-- it wasn’t all bad , you know . they used me for so long , there’s a part of me that feels freer now than i ever did ; even with the sanctum around . as a matter of fact , that’s the reason i joined , ❞ she confessed , lips pursing together for a moment , ❝ i had nowhere to go , no money ... but lucinda and her husband were acquainted with my family . lucy knew what had happened , i told her during this stupid brunch they threw just a couple of days after kicking me out , which they refused to cancel , & she told me about the sanctum . ❞
taking a deep breath , angel reached back to bring her red curls over a shoulder , shrugging lightly as she offered a small smile to kai . ❝ but it’s not all that bad , you know ? i mean , i’m here now . i don’t owe them anything anymore & ... well , i met some nice people within the untouchables . i met you . ❞ and that was something she would never regret . ❝ of course i want to meet her ! i mean , if that’s alright with you --- i feel like she and i might get along , so ... so why not ? ❞
as she listened to his reasoning , angel’s ocean eyes watched kai’s reaction to her words ; not only because she was curious , but also because it wasn’t like her to say something like that . usually , guys wouldn’t hesitate to kiss her if the mood was right ; then again , kai was different . so different , and she liked it . with his last comment , a confident smirk grows on her lips , body shifting lightly on the bed so that she is sitting on her knees instead of crosslegged . ❝ good . ❞ angel says nonchalantly before her hands reaching upwards to his cheeks & she leans in , eyes closing while rosy lips brush lightly against his own before pressing a gentle kiss to them .
poiscnveined.
well this is just a journey and a half for dante tonight. he goes through a face journey at her words, lifting his eyebrows in question as she waxes on about the kindness of bartender’s hearts — furrowing his brow as her eyes tear up. he isn’t sure if he should stop her when she reaches for more alcohol so instead, he stays still, soft smile on his face. her apologizing is as endearing as it is captivating.
“hey, you ain’t a bartender huh? you don’t have to offer me drinks right, that’s not your job.” he lifts a hand to her arm, fingers running down the length of it in a gesture meant to be comforting. “’sides, i can get my own drinks when i want to, see?” he reaches out and grabs his own glass of champagne, making sure she’s watching before downing it in impressive time. “look at that, no bartender going sad tonight. means you shouldn’t be sad tonight either, huh?” he can’t help the thumb that passes over her cheek, wiping away the tear that escapes the corner of her eye. it’s a brief, barely-there gesture that shocks even dante in the softness it presents. his voice matches the gesture as he asks, “c’mon angel. time for bed, huh? how’s that sound?”
❝ n - not a bartender ... but i could be ! oh , i would make such a cute bartender , i’d put those little umbrellas in every drink &-- ❞ she trails off when he downs the the glass of champagne so nonchalantly , as if the drink is as common as water to him . maybe it wouldn’t be as impressive if the redhead was sober , but still --- it makes angel’s jaw drop , eyes wide with surprise . ❝ wow ! how’d you do that ? doesn’t it make your throat itch , not even a tiny bit ? you’re right , the bartender isn’t going to be sad , ❞ angel chuckles , realizing how silly she must have sounded when crying to dante about the bartender’s feelings , & yet appreciative of his efforts . although the redhead was drunk , she could tell he was trying his best to help her not feel so bad , and it was sweet .
a lazy smile appears on her lips when he wipes her tear away , ❝ thank you , dante ... wait , what ? i can’t go to bed here , silly --- it’s a club ! we’d have to go back to the manor and wow , that is a long walk ! ❞ though of course , there was virtually no reason for them to walk back to the manor when they could very well have someone drive them back ; except of course , angel’s train of thought wasn’t the most coherent right now . still , though she tries to fight it , the redhead does let out a small yawn while her gaze wanders around the crowded room , returning to the tall figure mere seconds later , ❝ do i seem sleepy to you ? i’m not sleepy , i’m just-- ❞ that’s when she stumbles a bit , though her only reaction after nearly losing balance is to let out a sequence of slurred , tired giggles , ❝ heh , i am sleepy ... dante , do you think they have a bed in here ? ❞ with another yawn , she took a step forward and simply leaned her forehead against his chest , eyes closing almost instantly . ❝ think i’ll just nap on both feet ... then drink some more when i’m up ... ❞ after a brief pause , angel spoke up again , ❝ can we leave ? i don’t wanna be here anymore ... ❞
@eviewolff
persecvted.
she repeats the sign, perfect form and he grins, not sure if he’s more proud of her or himself. he feels like a good teacher but he’s never certain. yet with two friends with more than enough words and his mom and evie fluent —maybe he isn’t so bad. “yeah, maybe not everything. there will always be more to learn i think.” it was something he loved and appreciated in his day job, something that excited him outside the sanctum. he enjoyed pushing himself, intellectually and physically. he saw her looking around however and began to regret his words, she’d really put him to the test now. “bird is this –” he performed it and then walked her through it. “–so you form the letter g, like this and then put it at the right side of your mouth, then open and close your index and thumb twice. bird.” he does it again for her and watches with care as she mirros yet again. it’s becoming difficult to focus on her signing when he keeps getting distracted by the sun pouring in through the window and setting her hair on fire, or trying not to count the freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose, or drowning in her ocean eyes. he’s a shipwreck in them.
“yeah, my mom.” he chuckles, he never tires of talking about her. “she’s umm, she’s just the best. people are drawn to her because she’s kind and she gets stuff, you know? no one ever lies to her because she can pretty much tell but she’s also never going to judge or abandon anyone based on their circumstances or past choices. she makes you feel valid and wanted. she’s a safe place, for everyone she knows. i’ve never met anyone else like her. and when she gets frustrated, because she’s still human, she just closes her door and blasts some abba, comes out a few hours later to make some kind of meal. i think she finds cooking cathartic, i never complained anyway. and she protects people, whether it’s the ghost in their closet or an abusive ex, she just — she’s the best person i know.” he realizes as he talks that maybe he’s more like her than he thought, they both do their best to take care of people but she’s the only real hero. and it’s such a contrast to how he feels about his other dna contributing parent, or the rest of his extended family. they’re the reason he sought out the sanctum, the root of the reason at least, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive them for making it a necessity.
he was so close to her, could feel the cool heat of her skin on his, unable to look away from her. she thanked him and it felt unnecessary. but then she returned the promise and he didn’t think he ever wanted to kiss anyone more than he did her in this moment.
❝ g and then ... ❞ the redhead trails off while repeating the movements he made , trying her very best to replicate them as perfectly as possible ; after all , angel didn’t want to end up making so many mistakes that kai would eventually feel discouraged to teach her . thankfully , she felt as if she’d succeeded in performing the sign , which brought a smile to her lips & a bright look to her eyes , ❝ like this ? that wasn’t so bad ... or was it ? ❞ she chuckles at her own bit of insecurity , finding it best to laugh at it rather than let him see just how afraid she was of potentially messing up . but when he starts talking about his mother , angel finds herself relaxing and simply listening to his tales about the women --- there’s something endearing about the way kai talks about her , & a part of the redhead wishes she was able to say the same about her own mother . maybe she just wasn’t as worthy of a good maternal figure as kai , or perhaps it just wasn’t the way things should’ve been for angelina . either way , she enjoyed listening ; in fact , she enjoyed listening to him in general , regardless of the subject .
with a warm smile on rosy lips , the girl lets out a deep breath as she paints a picture of his mother in her head , ❝ she sounds wonderful , like someone from a movie or something ... and she likes abba ! i like abba too , i don’t think anyone can stay sad while listening to their music , ❞ she comments with a small laugh . still , the laughter fades eventually & her gaze drifts away , focusing down towards her lap for a second , ❝ i ... my mom hasn’t talked to me in about a year now . both my parents just-- ... we don’t talk anymore . ❞ it’s difficult to say such things out loud , mostly becomes sometimes angel herself can’t believe her own family would treat her this way , & yet she trusts kai with this information . as a matter of fact , she would probably trust him with her life . ❝ but your mother , she seems nice ... does she like flowers ? i just-- i feel like it’s a nice gift , i want to give her some . like a little thank you gift for being a wonderful person , ❞ a small shrug , gaze returning to him as a smile returns to her lips , ❝ and for being your mom , of course . ❞
her gaze stays focused on his for perhaps longer than it should , and she wonders if he notices when it shifts to his lips for a brief moment , only to focus on his very own eyes once again . there’s a warmth filling her chest that isn’t unfamiliar to the girl , but it is also different from all those other times where she anticipated a kiss ; this time , it doesn’t strange or unwelcome , but natural instead . yet of course , the little voice in the back of her head tells her not to jump to conclusions , not to get ahead of herself . you don’t want to get hurt again , angel . ❝ i ... ❞ she begins quietly , eyes staying on his , ❝ if-- if you want to kiss me ... you can . ❞ the words come as a whisper , ❝ i mean it . ❞
slgrld.
“i hope so. i haven’t been to sweden before…i hope they have good burgers…or something greasy, at least.” sigrid enjoyed europe well enough anytime she was contracted there or decided to splurge on a vacation - a rarity, but it happened. one thing that sigrid felt europe lacked in comparison to america was the burger joints. it was a shame.
sigrid opened the door of the car for angel before sliding in after. she was glad to be spending a little time with one of her sister’s best friends. after all, sigrid liked knowing the people esme spent her time around. it was easier to look after her that way. “have you ever been to europe, angel?”
❝ ooh , i would love something greasy right now ... sometimes that’s the best food , just the right thing to eat . ❞ & although angel was born to one of the richest , wealthiest families in new york , she could very much appreciate the simplicity of a burger with fries . in fact , she might’ve pick that over some strange dish where more than half the plate is empty .
sliding inside the car when sigrid opened the door for her , angel thanked the brunette with a small nod of her head . straightening her posture when asked about europe , the redhead found herself unable to even begin to feel mad at the other female for asking such a question ; sigrid didn’t know about what happened a few years ago . hell , esme didn’t either ! the redhead hadn’t told them , it was one of the things she liked to keep to herself --- just in case it let to further discussions about her family . ❝ i ... yes , actually . i studied here for a bit over a year ; in france to be exact . is this your first time in europe ? ❞
pcllx.
– IT’S TRUE THAT THERE’S NOTHING PARTICULARLY SUSPICIOUS ABOUT THE PAIR OF THEM. they’re two well-dressed girls, kind and unassuming. no wonder the sanctum utilized them, they were the ideal cover. esme may have been known for her beauty mostly on the ice, but she was talented at putting on an innocent face, and that was even less suspicious than a pretty one.
“i’m not sure if this is what the sanctum meant when they asked us to bring in all of this money, but it does the job…hopefully inconspicuously,” she laughs as the car turns the corner. “though i don’t think it’d be a problem if they were higher up. kind of hot, actually,” esme teases. she’s encouraged by angel’s confidence, a front she’s been trying to put up on her own. “yeah, totally. we deserve the reward. and pedicures.”
the car pulls up to the bank of sweden and esme looks up at miles of windows. god, this really was a big fucking deal. and a lot of money. “yep, totally ready,” she says, adjusting her bra and stepping out of the car.
though the redhead can’t say that the job they’re about to do is something she’s comfortable with , angel knows better than to even think about hesitating --- the sanctum keeps a tight knot around her neck , & esme’s too ; it would be the same as asking for death ! all she can do now is hope that it ends quickly , and that both girls are able to do so much of a good job that the sanctum won’t worry about just how useful they are . at least not for a little while .
with a chuckle , angel combed through her red curls and spoke , ❝ inconspicuously ... i think we’ll be fine . besides , considering the places we chose to hide the money in , we deserve to go through this without a single care ! ❞ the brunette’s comment about where angel chose to hide part of her money makes the redhead blush , bursting into warm laughter right after , ❝ oh no , e ! it’s not hot ... okay , maybe a little , but it’s not what i was aiming for . ❞ then again , she hardly ever made effort to be or look attractive . it just happened .
when the car pulls up , she gives esme a curt nod & a small , slightly reassuring smile . ❝ we got this . let’s go , ❞ after fixing her stockings underneath the dress to make sure the bills are properly secured , she followed the other female out of the car , the peaceful look on her face concealing the slight bit of nervousness in angelina’s stomach .
the rumors are true, i am an angel.
milaiis.
“ANGEL! ANGEL!” milai says, trying not to pant and sound shaken (not very successfully). she’s just been to the massage area of the manor’s spa, an early bird to her scheduled hang-out with angel (because she doesn’t have much else to do, although she won’t admit that she has “no life” by new york elite standards). “i know i should’ve expected this, but i can’t believe they actually do that…. they… they make you take off your clothes and then knead your body like you’re bread? they claim the practice produces ‘endorphins’ but i’m not feeling those endorphins right now. there isn’t any real empirical evidence that massage therapy helps with musculoskeletal pain anyway! let’s go somewhere else,” she requests, “please.” || @angelharrison.
her friend’s tone makes the redhead stumble back just a bit , not out of fear but of surprise , yet that is soon made up for as a warm laugh escapes angel’s rose - colored lips . ❝ what is it , mi ? ❞ she keeps her voice calm , just in case the brunette needs some sort of reassurance or even a reminder that everything is okay ; then again , the redhead knew milai could be a little bit too much at times , and she suspected this was but another one of those situations . eventually , after hearing her explanation , angelina laughed & nodded her head , understanding where her friend was coming from . she did have a point , after all . ❝ yeah , the technique is a little weird ... but it’s also relaxing if you let your thoughts disappear for a little while ! ❞ smoothing down the skirt of her dress , she thought for a moment on where would be a good place for them to go , but assumed it could be better to just ask milai what she wanted to do instead of a spa massage . ❝ i guess we could go somewhere , if it makes you more comfortable ... however , i still think we should have a massage sometime , even if it’s in new york ! ❞ with a bright smile , she posed the question , ❝ what do you wanna do instead , mimi ? ❞
poiscnveined.
if there’s something he isn’t expecting on his night out, it’s running into angel. et voilà, here she is, swaying herself into his arms for a point of contact that falls somewhere in between hugging and clinging. he listens to her speak, wholly fascinated at her mirth, her choice of words, how lively she is. he takes the glass from her hands as she offers it — the few drinks he’s had tonight are barely a buzz in his head, so, he figures, what the hell. “sounds like you’re having fun all by yourself, red.” he tips the rest of angel’s drink into his mouth, smiling at her when he’s done. “y’sure you want more drinks? cause it sounds like you’ve had plenty so far.”
❝ --- but i am ! that’s the point , right ? we’re here to have f u n , and this club is lots of fun ! look at all these fun people , ❞ there’s excitement in her voice as the girl spins around , pointing at the room as she does so , only to find herself dizzy & stumbling backwards when her little twirl is over . it was a poorly calculated movement for sure , but could you blame her for that ? angel had always been a lightweight , just ask esme !
she promptly moves a hand to dante’s shoulder as somewhat of an attempt to stabilize herself , but it makes her giggle that he did indeed finish her drink for her . how polite of him ! ❝ huh ? oh , of course i do ! i mean , i can’t just let them pour all these drinks for everyone and risk having some glasses not be taken . c - can you imagine ? you do things for people out of the kindness of your heart , and they won’t even take the champagne you poured them ? it’s so ... ❞ somehow , certainly due to the extreme alcohol in her body , angel’s eyes began to tear up , her gaze lifting towards the man . ❝ it’s just really mean , dante ! i can’t do that to these people ! & look , now i’m crying like a fool again , ❞ her delicate face slowly became covered with embarrassment , and she took a small step towards him in attempt to hide herself --- though it wasn’t long until angel reached out for another glass of champagne , downing almost the entirety of it in one sip . ❝ mmm ... o - okay , i think i’m good now ... oh no , i - i forgot to offer my champagne to you ! ❞ & once again , the tears began to form . ❝ you’re gonna hate me f - forever & ever ! ❞
