I AM THE VILLIAN OF THIS STORY

"T", She/Her. 24.Writebr. WIP — S O N D E R

[justgoghawaypls]

it’s always “want to fuck?” and never “i’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to”

[recaption]

Peaky Blinders 

[ardent-lachesism]

CHARACTER INTRO -- Lucinda “Lulu” Sparrow

I hit the door one last time before I sit down with my back to it. I am instantly angry with myself. Having no idea where your purse went is one issue, but the fact that your keys went missing too is much more troubling. I put my head into my hands, my hair cascading protectively around my face. I want to scream but it’s 2 am and I don’t want to risk another fight with a tennant.

“You good?” I hear a female voice say. I look up and meet the eyes of a stranger who I have seen maybe a few times around the building. She’s very pretty in her workout attire, with her curly hair piled on top of head; face framed by errant curls. The thing that really strikes me about her though is the compelling need to trust her. Her whole presence just screams comfort and in this moment, before I even speak to her, I know for certain I need to be her friend.

[ardent-lachesism]

Character Introductions -- SHEA CANNES

I take a quick glance at the mirror as I pass by and even I am impressed considering the circumstances. I had decided last minute to pull my long, dark brown hair off of one shoulder to highlight the slim curve of my neck. The shiny, cream colored silk dress looks like it’s painted on me, falling just right on every peak and valley of my curvy body. With a pair of black stilettos I have to be almost six feet tall.

I look beautiful, dangerous, lethal. This is the first time I haven’t felt broken, the first time I’ve felt power, the first time I feel in control. Its intoxicating and I decide I don't want to feel anything other than this ever again.

[ardent-lachesism]

Character Introduction -- REMY MOREAU

I shut the door of L’ultima Cena behind me, despite the pleading of my male coworkers to let them walk me to my apartment. Its a particularly warm, particularly dark night, which usually means one thing in this neighborhood -- crime. I cannot bring myself to care though. Nothing really scares me anymore.

By the time I am at the mouth of the alley leading up to the street, I hear the musings of a fight that can’t be more than 500 feet away. Curiosity makes me turn my head just in time to see two very large, heavily tattooed men coming towards me so fast that I barely have enough time to step out of the way.

“Watch where you’re fucking going!” I yell after them, turning back in the direction that they were running from. A figure stands impossibly still in the middle of the blacktop, illuminated by the overhead streetlight.

He is striking, with black hair that falls in curls to about his ears and a strong, divinely angular face. Even from here I can see the dark covering of stubble on his jaw and his full lips turned into a sneer. His shirt is tattered and ripped, and through it I can tell that his skin is darkly tanned underneath.

His entire being screams danger and I know that I should want to run, but the desire that I feel is the first emotion I’ve felt in so long and he’s looking right at me. So before I know what I’m doing my feet are bringing me to him, and even now I still cant muster up a single ounce of fear.

[ardent-lachesism]

Sonder -- Night

I let out a deep breath, sinking to the concrete floor of the balcony as I gaze out over the sunset haze of the city. It’s always been puzzling to me how even the buildings pulse to life as the shadow of night falls over them. How people and noise and energy fill the streets with the comforting fullness that I love. This has become my newest obsession -- sitting on the balcony of my apartment into the deep hours of the night and watching the various people live their lives. Reminding me of how the world can continue to buzz with no regard to my own life; how the world can continue to spin without me, without us. 

[ardent-lachesism]

Sonder - Un. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ULh221L024 

[ardent-lachesism]

Sonder -- L'appel du vide

I stand with my toes poised at the edge of the building, letting the wind caress my hair in the same way that Poppy used to. This has become my nightly ritual; climbing to the top of my apartment building and letting the void whisper its encouraging words to me. The french have a phrase for this feeling -- L’appel du vide they call it. It’s the overwhelming voice inside of your head that begs you to jump when you’re at the edge of a cliff. The voice in you that whispers to swerve into oncoming traffic. It’s a hopeless wail from somewhere beyond that begs you to just end it, because what’s the point in existing if there’s no one alive to love you?

[ardent-lachesism]

Sonder – Signs For a long time she wondered what it’d be like to be here, in this moment, with gold sparkling from every corner of the room and riches displayed obnoxiously everywhere she looked. With a man who she despised touching her back, her hair, her lips. With pangs of guilt and repulsion running through in time with his touch like electricity, the current running off of the heavy diamonds at her throat. With a sucrose smile she scanned the crowd, careful not to let her eyes linger too long. That was until she saw him, and the electric current in her body solidified her into a stone. This wasn’t supposed to be happening….

[astrologicalaestheticss-deactiv]

Aesthetic For: Leo (m) and Libra (f)

 “I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.”

 Requested by @misslittlepeach

[wave---length]

e n o u g h 

you save everyone, but who saves you?

song: Stampede by Alexander Jean (feat. Lindsey Stirling)

[blackk-and-white]

[vanish]

[nefretimkazandi-deactivated2020]

[romanbymarta]

Emmanuelle Seigner in ‘Bitter Moon’

[mareamo]

[ardent-lachesism]

Sonder -- Remy

I stare at Remy from my place against the wall. I’ve angled myself in his direction, my long, glittering leg protruding from the deep slit of my gown. I tap my finger on my champagne flute until he notices me staring. He is lounging in a plush red chair, strong fingers wrapped loosely around a crystal glass resting on the arm, so large that the chair looks minuscule underneath him. His pose is all power, and for some reason I can’t look away. He holds my gaze with his, the corner of his mouth turned into a cruel smile, green eyes burrowing deep into my soul. As the room falls away and he pushes himself to a stand, I know with absolute certainty that this man is going to ruin my life.