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hxndrcx ;
âThis is the last one.â Certain that it was something heâd proclaimed many times before, âThe last time I let you drag me to one of these things.â Still, the champagne glass in his hand did just enough to quell his own boredom in a room filled with people turning their nose up at the mere fact that had no idea who he was. âSome decrepit old woman groped me in ways.. I havenât been groped in years and Iâm only just now seeing that youâre completely happy to watch me suffer here. I feel used.â The smirk that lay just beneath the surface toying with the amusement bright in his eyes.
           âBut it gives you all the time in the world to show off your assets,â she teased, manicured hand coming forward to redundantly adjust his tie in spite of how perfect it had been in the first place; under the guise of events such as these, no button or pin could ever be out of place. âYouâre a modern day escort, Hendrix, best update your resume.âÂ
kaseyxreid ;
âShall I compare thee to a summerâs day?â Kasey held the rose out towards Beth, a slow smile being tugged onto his face. It was rare for him to be in a good mood â especially when the entirety of the Ouroboros had their eyes wide open in this false world. But this had been too good to pass up. âMine eyes doth taketh interest in thee.â
           âYouâre not funny,â she scowled, plucking the finger from his hand in tandem succinctness. The ophidian had her nose perpetually scrunched in such distaste, though a faint smile dared to seep through, unavoidable whenever in Kaseyâs presence, as it would seem, bringing the rose up as if it would drown out every other unsavory smell that surrounded them now. âAs if you could court me with that abhorrently dead vernacular.â Beth could play along to the fantasy world whenever necessary, yet she could not stand it for long.Â
alxndrhenderson ;
âOut of all the time periods, they had to go with this one.â Unamused, Alex looked from their rather dull surroundings to his companion. Beth still stood out, just as she did in modern time even in period appropriate dress. He didnât expect any less of her. âCould have been anything. And we got this.â He just couldnât really wrap his head around it, what it was supposed to accomplish. Granted, he often wondered why everything needed to be so elaborate. After a decade of this, heâd learned not to ask questions, just hope that the outcome looked to be in their favor.
           âYouâre staring,â she hissed, brackish sentiment more in regards to her unfavorable attire proving to be suffocating in all the places it should not; the corset pinching at flesh below, â â And trust that I donât want to talk about it, weâre already suffering, complaining will just drag out the inevitable.â A surly expression settled in on the mien, russet hues peering around the horridly rural area. A life time of growing up in cities and around those considered of higher status allowed a negative attitude to swarm her, âThough I am missing my cellphone â and central air,â she scowled under her breath, lord forgive her if any of those unaware could overhear.Â
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kaseyxreid ;
âBonnie and Clyde didnât make it very far. Weâll just say weâre better than them.â Kasey brushed some of her hair back from her face, before he shook his head, dropping his hand, âYouâd have to, Beth. Sometimes thereâs justâŠif something happened to you, Iâd burn this place to the ground.â He would, and he would probably die trying. But they wouldnât let him rest, not when he had two more lives to give. âBut even if I fail, you can bring me back.â It felt unfair, to ask Beth something that may or may not happen. Preparing for the worst was what he did best; he knew nothing else, anyway.
           âI canât ââ survive alone,â the ophidian near cracked, russet hues flitting away to bore into the ground. Vulnerability was a trait she was horrifically adverse to, the sentiment unfortunately clawing itâs way back to the surface, out of her own control. âI donât know what Iâd do,â syllables fell pitifully from her lips, before she paused as if to regain any sense of void confidence her own viscera could allow, âI wonât let them take anything else from you.â It was a prospective promise to any sense of varied events that could come their way over the days to come.Â
sabinevolkova ;
âNot content to sit still for too long then?â she said, almost teasing, but the huff of a laugh that followed her words lacked the mirth to make it so. Both the Ouroboros and her position at BITE kept the vampire almost endlessly occupied, and for one who dwelled so deeply in her own mind, the idea of sitting idle sounded both foreign and welcome. A holding pattern was not quite the sameâthe group of them idling on the precipice of the end of what had been a trying ordeal made for high anxiety and rash decision-making.
âDid Susannah speak to you?â she asked after a beat, sharp eyes now carefully watching the serpentine woman for any sort of reaction. It wasnât an outlandish tone, not from her, not from someone saw no point in mincing words when met with someone who would catch charm for what it was: mere manipulation.
           âIdle hands are the devils workshop,â she chimed in a mockingly sing song voice, âThe same can be said for idle minds.â Beth could practically shudder as a certain someone who was the perfect inscription of said saying came to mind, offering a mere shrug at the vampireâs latter inquiry. âNo, she has not.â There was no means for elaboration, here time in the Ouroboros proving to be vital on her own sense of survival skills; you could not trust even those who were closest to you, by any means.Â
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kaseyxreid ;
Kasey felt like he was holding his breath, unsure if Beth would actually agree with him or not. It was risky; it was literally life or death for them. If they managed to get out, then theyâd be out. But if they were caught, well, thatâd almost be certain death â at least for Beth. Itâd be almost too easy to brainwash a phoenix again. He squeezed her hand, letting out his breath in pure relief. He had a promise to the basilisk, anyway. He wasnât going to let anything happen to her as long as he was there. âOn the lam? What a phrase, love. Weâre going to leave this bloody place behind,â he murmured, pulling her into his arms so he could hug her. âI know itâll be risky, but I wonât let anything happen to you. If things go wrong, you get out. Iâll have a second chance â you wonât.â
           âItâs certainly accurate,â Beth chided, a strange sense of a smile masking any paranoia that riddled every fiber of her being, rocking back and forth on her heels in a recherche bout, âWeâll be fugitives, something like a romanticized Bonnie and Clyde.â It was best for the ophidian to make light of a matter that may as well have consumed her, the possible ways for such plan to go wrong outweighing such spec of freedom that always seemed woefully just out of reach for her. Guilt saturated extempore could scour her near deluded cling to current happiness, offering a grim and unconvincing nod, âI think you know better than to believe I could leave you behind.â She had been an accomplice to the nightmare of a life Kasey had lived; brainwashed to be a devoid contraption, hellbent on serving the Ouroboros endgame, Beth hardly ignorant to such plight.Â
thelevivale ;
âThat doesnât happen everyday,â Levi pointed out but she wasnât wrong that there were a lot of other riders who were just as bad or worse in different ways. Levi had to hold back his laughter when she asked if he wasnât rich enough for his own town car. âDo you normally asked people about their socioeconomic status? Openly asks about it when on the subway?â He laughed.
           âI was merely teasing on that matter, love, but itâs safe to say your reaction might point to a yes,â she paused, sable hues near mockingly assessing the other as they flitted over his frame, a brow raised in tandem, âThat; or youâre afraid of getting mugged if you admit to it.âÂ
cyrus-hayes ;
Loneliness was something Cyrus hated. He loathed the feeling, the sense of being utterly inconsequential that rode with it. So he hoarded the people that made him feel less alone. He craved the things that filled the voids inside of him. And he fed the hate he had for ancient fucked up families with promises of their pain and suffering. Heâd done nothing as a child to be hated except be born. And if the world was going to hate him then he would make sure they had a reason. It was contradictory the hate of being alone and the need to destroy. But it was far, far too late for the Basilisk to change, because when he found those fleeting moments of balance, when he felt precariously happy it was enough, it was a high that beat every drug on the market. It was always so quick to leave but that made him want that next fix all the more. Keeping his people was a difficulty in itself. Because most people let him down eventually. They would pull away sooner or later. So he learned to hold on tighter, to burrow deeper, faster, earlier. Being a monster had saved Cyrus from a hateful existence or drudgery and misery. Even at five, death had been preferable. And heâd been given this instead. This miracle of horror and power. That had been what he had given Bethany all those years ago. Her dark eyes found his, bright and blue as she responded in the negative. And something inside of him began to unwind, to release and relax. He even smiled, a soft huff of amusement pushing past his lips when she mentioned the vampire that was none too fond of their kind. He looked down as she changed the position of their hands, her cool fingers clinging around his. The snake looked up as she spoke the words he wanted to hear. Soon accompanied by those same fingers that had been clinging to him so tightly brushing through his hair. He softened, as far as the Basilisk ever softened. For the first Basilisk that he had found and brought into the fold. Beth would always be bound to him as far as Cyrus was concerned. He looked at her face, examining it and building his own expression, mirroring hers for a brief moment before he let it slide away, leaving his expression passive and calm. He couldnât talk about what he knew, where heâd come from, the why of what he was. And at this point he didnât think it would matter. Not to anyone that didnât already know. âViolence is a part of what we are. From eyesight to entrails my darling Beth. We canât abandon the truth of what we are.â He brushed his fingers over her hand, cupping it as it touched his cheek. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her palm. âIâm sorry I wasnât a better teacher. Iâm sure I left a lot of be desired. But you are spectacular.â He released her hand, his fingers brushing along her arm, âIâll try to be better about checking up on you.â
          It was brazen for Cyrus to unwind even a shed from his own savage persona, the impression of his shoulders near lowering and the subtle flex of his jaw no longer clenched offered a bizarre sense to overcome her. The reminder that perhaps her own recognition within the other basilisk was the very sum of said chains that bound her to the Ouroboros, and to him â perpetually forlorn and cemented into a timeline that no longer served her. The ophidian wished to never be such sense of comfort for the unhinged male before her and yet it was her own effortless will that made such sense seemingly inevitable. Her own aegis for those around her offered a repressive air, torrid in every respect; an exquisite delineation that provided a tenebrous itinerary of Bethâs own hamartia. Deemed to near slander her own sense of sanity and inner psyche when it came to the vying sense to comfort those around her; even those who need not ever deserve it. Eyes fluttered closed in tandem with Cyrusâ extempore, her own undetected bout of a wince in his presence, unable to quite face him as he spoke of their shared plight. She could never quite imagine what Cyrus alone had gone through to transmogrify him into the calloused basilisk weaned off of desolation, yet she could garner her own spectrum of ideas. After all, she too had been left for dead â an experiment gone apparently right when it came to her single survivor status. Despite such trauma, Beth had a family who had loved her before such fall; doting parents, a fiance who adored her and she wondered if Cyrus ever claimed such right to said fondness, or if he ever came close. It was moments such as these, a rare tug to an intimate revelation, where her eyes could peer back into his own cavernous hues, that she could frankly assert to herself that Cyrus was a man who had never clutched to even a drop of selfless affection and it tore at her very soul. âIâm nothing like you,â she near whispered, as if such statement went against the very stretch of a compliment Cyrus was trying to vocalize, eyes snapping open in a wounded bout, âDonât pretend youâre not disappointed.â Syllables hoarded the very chasm between her and Cyrus; hues expressionless despite her attempt to convey such hurt. She was nothing like him; and she would repeat it to herself until kingdom fucking come.Â
elioxalvarez ;
âYou know thatâs not true,â Elio smiled, helping her off the couch, âyou spend your entire day surrounded by art. Just because itâs not on a canvas doesnât make it less so,â he mused, pulling on his coat in preparation for the brisk March air the city brought. At least it wasnât snowing again and the sun was shining a bit more oftenâ something the basilisk was forever grateful for. âWe can walk or take the trainââ what do you want to do?â
           âYouâre very kind to my craft,â she chided, a sliver of a smile painting itself across glossed lips. âYou said itâs only a few blocks, yes? Why waste it huddled up on a less than savory train ride?â
sabinevolkova ;
An absent flick of her fingertips closed the folder whose contents Sabine had been studying as her gaze lifted to meet the basiliskâs, expression unreadable as she gave the woman a quick once-over before she began to organize the apparent paperwork strewn across the desk. âIâm old and tired,â she deadpanned, but a glimmer of a smile crossed her lips as she spoke. âIâd like to think weâve crested a hill, if that makes sense. Like weâre no longer pushing a boulder up it,â she continued, then turned so she could lean against the sturdy tabletop. âI donât suppose any of us have been particularly busy lately, you included?â
           âOr something like that,â Bethany agreed, the ophidian offering a shrug of her shoulders as if in summary. With the task Anton had relayed to her, she would be naive to think Sabine or any of the others wouldnât have also gotten one of their own, âDarling, if Iâm not busy on some accord then Iâd be wasting my life away. Iâm not particularly fond of that,â despite what was deemed as an extended lifespan, with no current end in sight, Bethany would not vie to waste any crucial moment, down to the minute.Â
a wretched pantomime || beth & anton
LOCATION: Ouroborosâ library.
TIME: 4/03/29, late evening.
FEATURING: Anton GrimaldiÂ
âBethany,â Anton nodded at the basilisk as he took the seat beside her in the Ouroborosâ library. There was no one else present and the witch had already cast a charm the moment he walked in, muffling the sound within to any outsider. They may have been in their main headquarters but Anton was ever cautious. What he had to say was for Bethanyâs ears only, after all. âI donât mean to disrupt your time here,â he was never one to impose on someoneâs presence. If anything, people tended to impose on his. So he wanted to keep things succinct but the fact that he was there, taking the seat beside her, instead of requesting her presence in his own study meant that whatever he had to communicate, was important enough to be brought directly to her.
âMallory Bordeaux,â he began, hands clasped as he braced his forearms on his knees, studying the wooden panels of the library floor. âSheâs had the dagger for months now.â The witch looked over at Bethany, âand once everythingâs set in motion,â just a few more days, he thought, âwe want you to help procure the location. Youâll need to gain her trust when sheâs susceptible to influence. And she will be. Youâll need to gain her trust enough that she feels comfortable with you, that sheâll confide in you, Beth.â Intentionally or by the slip of the tongue. The destruction of the other dagger at the hand of Noah Bordeaux himself had beenâŠunexpected to say the least. At most, theyâd believed it would have been damaged but its totally destruction had left them reformulating their plans and now they were ready to move forward once more. His death had been a victory, however it had occurred, but one death would not suffice.
âWe both,â himself and Susannah, "agree that youâre most suited for the task.â Old enough to be wisened by lifeâs cruelty, young enough that her face wouldnât jog any memories beyond present day ones. Calculating enough to think on her feet in any situation. Eager as the rest of them for this to draw to a close. She was everything they needed. âIf you do thisâŠyou will have given us one of the final pieces to end all of this.â
He felt the weight of Tillieâs wedding band against his chest, hanging from a chain that seemed to grow heavier each day. âIf you do this, Bethanyââ you help us win the war.â The witch looked over at her, unable to truly read beyond her current expression but that didnât bother him. If anything, it instilled confidence in the Grimaldi. He was renown for reading people like books, one glance and he knew the beginning, middle and end of their tale. Not so with Bethany. And if he couldnât see beyond what she presented, neither would Mallory. Neither would any of them.
âWill you?â Once the pieces were moving, everything would make sense. Her mission would be clear. All of their missions would be. For now, Anton left his words hanging, needing to know that Bethany was in agreement. If she was, their plan could continue to march forward and they could share the next phase in the meeting to come. They would be one step closer than theyâd ever been before and Anton could almost see victory on the horizon. They could win the war.Â
           The utterance of her name alone provoked an uneasy impression to resonate within the ophidian, sitting before Anton could ever quite request it. A musky and oppressive sense clouded his lexicon, as if the invocation was a veil to a deeper meaning â that it was a test she would surely fail. Her dedication to the Ouroboros had been nonpareil for dozens of years to come, only waning recently when it came to the zenith of influence her own survivors instinct could provide. Beth could only become brittle under her time with the organization, their outlandish coveting for various secrets and their need for vague propriety whenever they felt it suited them, offered an unsettling feeling that she could never quite shake. Once upon a dream, she had found home in the fact that there were others akin to her, like Cyrus; a saccharine nectar that pooled within the very confines of her veins, clotting up as the years went by until she felt suffocated by the very idea. Perhaps, in theory, Cyrus was like her â due to regressed trauma and experiences only a recherche few could share; yet when it came to their own viscera, she could never quite compare to the empty regress of Cyrusâ unbalanced self. He was what the Ouroborosâ vied for, a contraption devoid of any emotion, built to bloom under the feral savagery that their affiliation kept on a tightly wound leash. All the same, Bethany was an actress and even amiss her own paranoia, an actress she would remain.Â
           âYou surely know how to present a challenge,â she hummed, near sycophantic in her delivery, hands clasping together in tandem as if to show her intent desire to listen. The ophidian was already well aware that she may have already failed before such trial began, her relationship with Mallory Bordeaux not even close to being labeled as pleasant. No matter, her need to perform such due diligence, to adhere to it the best of her ability was dire in the face of her own fears. Her countenance was blank, the pages of a book yet written, indistinguishable despite the rotten span of thoughts that rallied through her brain. Beth could not gain even a sliver of trust from Mallory Bordeaux and she could only view this as a test of loyalties that she had thus already failed at, a smile as fragile as a porcelain heel nestling into the mien, âYou have my word that it will be done.â Sheâd attempt to get the dagger, even if it dared to possibly be her end.Â
kaseyxreid ;
Kasey couldnât really stop his smile. He was already moving forward when she motioned him to come inside, pushing the door closed before he kissed her cheek, âHey,â he put his hands on her arms, squeezing lightly. âIâve decided Iâm gonna do it, Beth. Iâm gonna fucking be free of this fucking place. And I want ââ he paused, trying to calm himself down. The phoenix ran a hand over his mouth, wiping the smile away before he took control of his temperature. He knew the heat was radiating off of him, simply because he was working himself up. âI donât know what Anton and Susannah will want to do â I donât know, butâŠI do know that whatever it is, I think I canâŠI should be able to get out of here. And I justâŠI wanted to know if you wanted to go with me.â
          Bethany blinked in surprise, the ophidian near taken aback by the recherche elation that rolled off the phoenix in waves. It was a rare sight, such impression enough to resonate a near pang of guilt in her chest, a pained smile forming on her lips. She was more than happy for how enthused Kasey was, looping a strand of raven hair behind her ear as if in expectancy to whatever shed of grand news he had to offer. âAre you saying you want me to go on the lam with you?â Brows piqued, a mockingly roguish look in her eyes as if to hide the sense of shock that came to her system at the very idea. The basilisk was maddeningly afraid of any consequences should they fail; yet she had been stuck in such cage under the organization for far too long, outstretching a hand to squeeze his as if to reassure even herself. âI would love to.â
resiliencic ;
Ghost shrugged a little at that. To each their own. He could respect a non-drinker, that was a good way to live life; he wasnât a great fan of the booze himself, at least not in this form. âPartying? With Cyrus? Do you get the impression he likes me?â He laughed, head shaking as he patiently waited for her to slip on her shoes and join him. âYou couldnât pay him to party with me. I donât do parties, anyway. Not Cyrusâ kind.â
          Her own dalliance with alcohol had led to the form she held today; an emotionally compromised basilisk dependent on a group which no longer served her, destined to be under itâs allegiance until her sure death. All the same, it had been moments such as these that offered a shed of light on the dreary unfold of events that had been her life and the Ouroboros, amusement etched into the crevices of a faint smirk, âBold of you to assume he likes anybody, darling.â It was safe for her to admit that Cyrus may be genuinely fond of the oneiroi, more than anybody else out of the group, though she knew better than to enunciate that; save for her own self preservation. âHere I thought you were both two sides of the same coin,â she murmured with a small quirk of her brow, perhaps overestimating her own judgement when it came to her fellow basilisk's company.Â