[bludluna]

#BLUDLUNA     —     starring     dependent     original     characters     .     in    association    with    mutuals    only    !    penned     by     𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚     [     twenty4     +     she     /     her     +     cst     ]

[anakin-skywalker]

Pedro Pascal as Javier Peña “The Enemies of My Enemy” - Narcos (2015–2017)

[alliecathayes]

BEN BARNES as William Thurber Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities | 1.05 “Pickman’s Model” (2022)

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .      𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘌   𝘊.

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.          ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯          ❝          what     i     think     they     meant     to     say     was     that     they     wished     your     mom     had     given     birth     to     a     can     opener,     because     then     at     least     it     would     be     useful.          ❞

❝          oh,     fuck     off          !          bit     harsh     there,     dickhead.          ❞          pot,     calling     kettle     black          :          when     handcuffs     had     finally     come     off     of     stinging,     𝚛𝚎𝚍     -     𝚛𝚊𝚠     𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜          &          he’d     been     asked     very     politely     if     he’d     wanted     a     LAWYER,     he’d     asked     for          that     italian     cunt          …          y’know,     it’sa     me,     manwhore-io          !          (          another     charge     on     a     rap     sheet     longer     than     the     fuckin’     odyssey.     drunk          &          disorderly,     𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇     𝗈𝖿     𝖺     𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽     𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾,     illicit     use     of     a     controlled     substance          …          )          there     is,     of     course,     supercolossal     truth     to     brutality     that     @bludluna​,     figure     he     considers     an     uncle,     spits.     only     one     party     to     this     viperish     parley     will     admit     it,     though,          &          it’s     not     the     one     with     the     cocaine     nosebleed     on     the     horizon.          ❝          i     am     useful.     fuck     off.          ❞          said     like     𝗁𝖾     𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌     𝗂𝗍,     𝗈𝖿     𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾          :          with     a     disdainful     sniff          +          something     that     borders     on     a     pout.

          once   away   from   intrusive   eyes   of   lvmpd   officers   and   completing   salutation   pleasantries,   palm   rests   on   the   back   of   the   constantine’s   neck   and   digits   grip   —   nonetheless   steering   the   supposedly   OLDER   &   blitzed   saint   through   the   dimly   -   lit   parking   lot.   ❛   oh   yeah   ?   name   one   god   damn   thing   you’ve   been   useful   for   since   you   got   here,   ❜   retort   through   gritted   pearly   -   whites,   headache   bubbling   up   from   tension   twisting   in   temples.   of   course   not   to   disturb   the   constantine   patriarch   from   his   …   activities   …   rafael   leaves   the   premises   (   &   pausing   reconnaissance   work   with   another   assassin   that   will   definitely   NOT   shut   up   about   this   )   to   bail   out   the   good-for-nothing   of   the   three   children   without   a   notification.   i   mean   …   for   as   long   as   he   has   been   introduced   to   the   family,   rafael   has   grown   to   care   for   them   as   family.   that   also   means   anger   can   quickly   arise   towards   the   stupidity   of   a   nephew   putting   himself   in   harms   way.   free   hand   reaches   for   the   passenger   door   handle   of   an   italian   luxury   sports   car.   ❛   you   and   your   siblings   have   only   been   whining   like   children   and   getting   in   the   way.   get   in   and   stop   pouting,   ❜   a   command,   hand   on   neck   using   force   to   shove   alexandre   into   the   cushioned   seat.   ❛   go   on,   ❜   rafael   leans   an   arm   on   the   door,   smug   grin   on   visage.   ❛   i   wanna   hear   it.   what’s   one   thing   you’re   useful   for,   alexandre   ?   ❜

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘓𝘜𝘐𝘚𝘈   𝘈.

    𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓    𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒    𝐈𝐍    𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐒 ,        frenzied    to    claw    from    insides ;        manners    thankfully    halting    the    spill    of    brash    criticisms .        no    good    would    come    from    insulting    the    “big    boss” ,        but    goddamnit    the    ego    crammed    into    closet    sized    space    was    far    too    farcical    of    an    opportunity    to    dismiss .        𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕    𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚖    𝚒𝚜    𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍    once    foot    passes    threshold    of    office ,        albeit    a    poor    excuse    for    one .        the    entity    of    the    fbi    must’ve    been    eager    to    discard    stoicism    in    cheap    suit ,        dungeon    like    confines    speaking    volumes .        ❛    who    did    you    PISS    OFF ?    ❜        vulgarity    uttered    inside    government    walls    wasn’t    the    first    time ,        if    anything ,       such    vernacular    had    become    synonymous    with    job .        languid    gaze    shifts ,        observing    𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄    𝗈𝖿    𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅    𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ,        male    flawlessly    adhering    to    cookie    cutter    mold    of    mindless    puppet .        ❛   is    ramshackle    chic    apart    of    the    new    fbi    handbook ?        don’t    get    me    wrong ,        the    sequestered    dungeon    look    is    really    working    for    you .    ❜              

𝗸𝗶𝘁'𝘀    𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲        —        @bludluna​ .

          the   reappearance   CLAUSTROPHOBIA   was   not   one   of   the   things   atticus   expected   when   returning   to   las   vegas   &   the   commission   from   his   spacious   office   in   washington   d.c.   but   here   he   is,   cramped   in   a   make   -   shift   office   in   an   attic   space   ;   lack   of   air   conditioning   and   irrational   fear   has   the   suit   jacket   ditched   and   sleeves   rolled   up   ;   cigarette   sitting   between   the   edge   of   pursed   brims   puffing   out   a   cloud   of   stress.   situation   comparable   to   the   scene   in   the   incredibles—that   he   watched   with   his   niece   &   nephew—of   mr.   incredible   absolutely   miserable   cramped   in   the   miniscule   office.   it   is   a   little   humbling,   and   he’s   almost   accepted   it   until   the   hellhound   emerges   speaking   in   a   sardonic   tongue.   gaze   flits   upward   from   papers   that   are   now   dropped   onto   his   desk,   leaning   back   on   the   stiff   chair.   his   weight   makes   its   hinges   creak,   eyes   narrowed   from   the   disrespect   from   a   subordinate   agent.   crassness   is   in   fact   a   common   occurrence   within   attic   walls   ;   forgotten   for   a   moment   that   he’s   dealing   with   the   bottom   of   the   barrel.   ❛   very   funny,   ❜   deadpan   tone   drawls   as   elbow   rests   on   the   plastic   arm,   fingers   plucking   the   cigarette   to   dispose   of   it   in   the   ash   tray.   ❛   is   there   something   that   you   wanted   to   discuss   or   are   you   just   droppin’   off   an   office   warming   gift   before,   y’know,   getting   back   to   work   ?   ❜   

[bludluna]

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   :      𝗮   𝗹𝘂𝘅𝘂𝗿𝘆   𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹   𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲   𝗼𝗻   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽    ꗃ    for   @sinaers​​

        one   thing   raffaello   has   noticed   since   his   cementing   residency   in   sin   city   is   that   many   individuals   (   both   human   and   supernatural   )   on   a   confidential   hit   -   list   ventured   within   the   silver   state.   names   come   up   on   radar   or   phone   calls   from   clients   across   oceans   aware   of   rafael’s   whereabouts   get   him   out   of   his   office   —   it’s   easy   blood   -   money.   plus   removing   unwanted   beings   from   interfering   with   their   desire   to   get   a   piece   of   what   the   vegas   hellmouth   has   to   offer   is   also   a   benefit   to   the   organization.   a   chance   for   composure   to   break   from   its   confines   and   inflict   WRATH   on   his   victims.   rafael   has   perfected   his   methods   to   leave   little   to   no   trace,   but   current   behavior   is   a   concoction   of   wanted   stress   -   relief   and   making   a   mess   on   purpose   to   have   a   moment   with   the   cleaner   has   the   murder   scene   besmirched.   ❛   i’ve   been   chasin’   him   around   europe   for   almost   a   decade.   stole   this   necklace.   he   was   a   slippery   bastard,   ❜   russian   alexandrite   necklace   nestled   in   a   box   held   in   his   grasp   ;   heirloom   of   saint   nobility   located   in   the   city   nicknamed   “   the   third   rome.   ”   cazzate.   donned   in   all   black   attire   &   splatter   of   blood   on   sun   -   kissed   skin,   leaning   against   furniture   with   a   carnivorous   smirk   on   brims.   ❛   so   i’ll   admit   i   got   a   little   carried   away   on   this   one   …   scusa.   promise   it   wasn’t   entirely   on   purpose.   ❜   onyx   optics   observe   the   human   on   his   knees   and   there’s   a   head   tilt   in   piqued   interest,   watching   adroit   &   calloused   hands   erasing   remnants   of   his   work.  

[pedrito-pascal]

Alicia Vikander in The Glorias (2020)

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘌𝘙𝘡

an   uneasy   feeling   is   reactionary   to   being   in   a   room   full   of   divine   beings.      being   raised   by   two   unholy   ones,      it   feels   almost   unnatural   for   them   to   be   sitting   in   their   midst,      vowing   to   protect   the   innocent   at   their   beck      &      call.      what   a   joke.      while   their   allegiance   is   rooted   in   falsehood,      playing   the   part   is   still   a   chore.      they   make   a   mental   note   to   bill   the   bloodsuckers   for   emotional   exhaustion.         “         so   what’s   the   point   of   this      …      meeting      ?      what’s   so   important   that   it   couldn’t   have   just   been   a   strongly-worded   e-mail      ?         ”         impatience   sullies   their   tone,      cerulean   tracing   around   to   meet   every   familiar   face      :      many   of   which   they   would   like   to   forget.      the   faster   they   can   scutter   their   way   out   of   these   four   walls,      the   better.         “         i   came   here   on   a   favour.      extra   counselling   costs   a   fee.      i   don’t   do   charity   work   and   as   you   can   probably   guess,      i’m   very   expensive.      can   we   hurry   up      ?         ”

rather    face    she    -    demon    alone    than    be    stuck    at    this    meeting.    hellhounds,    saints,    druids    all    were    nothing    in    comparison    to    what    𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢    dominic    found    sitting    amongst    other    slayers.    childhood    of    carrying    generational    burden    /    repercussions    of    childhood    damages    seeped    into    present    day    autonomy    (    death    harbrings    coming    of    age    as    teenage  -  hood    begin    with    blood    stained    palms.    the    common    denominator    for    those    in    the    room    -    maybe    that’s    why    your    so    DESPERATE    to    be    anywhere    else.    )    nic    keeps    posture    close    to    the    spine    of    his    chair,    digits    writhe    with    a    pen.    ❝    i    don’t    think    what    we’re    facing    with    can    be    summed    up    in    an    email.    ❞    blonde    shrugs,    dread    consumes,    what    lies    beyond    the    dark    ?    ❝    but    y’know,    next    time    the    city’s    mayor    is    brutally    murdered    we    might    just    send    a    voice    memo.    save    you    from    even    having    to    even    read    the    email.    ❞    low    sigh    leaves    as    he    senses    𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍    gazes.    ❝    we’re    hopin’    to    cash    in    that    favour    for    some    insight.    i’m    sure    we    can    cover    that    fee.    ❞    gaze    splits    towards    kit,    look    hinting    at    how    metaphorical    the    we    part,    actually    is.

          atticus   currently   is   utilizing   every   fiber   of   his   being   to   maintain   his   restraint   and   prevent   a   vexed   scowl   across   his   visage.   entitlement   and   cutthroat   attitude   from   a   russian   slayer   with   little   to   no   affiliation   with   the   members   of   notable   slayer   families   sitting   across   the   them   ;   it   is   suspicious   why   they   answered   the   call   for   help   when   they’re   this   disinterested   and   impatient.   perhaps   it   is   patriotism   bleeding   through   trained   unbiased   as   a   government   agent   &   politeness   as   a   son   of   opulent   parentage.   but,   even   for   as   someone   with   the   label   prodigy   slapped   on   their   forehead   amongst   the   next   generation   of   slayers   during   their   childhoods   …   even   kit   possess   mental   (   and   physical   )   scars   that   cause   discontent   being   in   the   same   room   as   slayers   —   aligned   to   each   other   or   not.   he   just   masks   it   way   better   than   the   person   beside   him.   said   person   gives   kit   a   split   -   second   gaze   that   meets   with   his   own,   an   exasperated   sigh   passing   brims.   he   almost   feels   bad   for   the   characters   dominic   has   had   to   deal   with   while   he   was   over   in   d.c.   of   course   kit   is   well   -   aware   of   the   slayer’s   many   skeletons   in   their   closet   and   questionable   loyalties.   he   does   have   access   to   highly   classified   information   that   no   other   slayer   could   receive   (   legally   of   course   ).   ❛   what   we   will   be   compensating   you   for   accepting   this   favor   will   cover   any   last   minute   fees   you   wanna   throw   at   us,   ❜   a   confirming   nod,   switching   back   to   the   topic   at   hand.   ❛   what   we   discuss   here   will   not   leave   this   room.   this   is   confidential   and   unfit   to   be   in   a   chain   -   email   that   can   easily   be   viewed   by   our   unsub,   ❜      unwavering   optics   flicker   across   faces   around   the   table,   making   sure   the   slayers   are   listening.   ❛   we   need   all   the   insight   we   can   get   to   figure   out   what   happened   at   st.   michael’s   and   the   night   our   first   two   victims   were   murdered.   what   matters   first   is   to   figure   out   WHAT   murdered   our   three   victims   before   we   even   look   for   a   who.   we’ve   all   seen   our   fair   share   supernatural   beings   with   the   combined   experience   under   our   belts.   anything   you   may   know   will   help   get   this   investigation   back   on   its   tracks.   ❜   

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘊   𝘓.

failure’s    contagious,    dictum    abrasively    branded    by    those    found    themselves    labelled    as    an    agent    of    the    commission    ;    a    mere    conspiracy    amongst    the    government    divisions.    found    underneath    dante’s    seventh    circle,    slowly    overtake    the    attic    level    the    county’s    department    gave    up.    the    commission    were    undesirable,    dealing    with    peculiar    missing    persons    cases    up    until    the    past    month    where    𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕’𝚜    𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝    has    begun    to    scorch    the    earth.     now,    weekly    reports    (    stories    albeit    altered,    truth    had    to    be    simplified    -    their    reactions    were    seared    into    your    fraught    mind.    )    were    not    enough.    the    name    rang    familiar    alarm    bells    ;    held    front    row    seat    to    his    descent    from    grace    into    the    pits    of    the    commission’s    formation.    nic    had    dreaded    the    countdown    of    kit’s    arrival,    like    sands    in    a    timer    eroding    away    (    replace    it    with    𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚌,    the    partnership    ruined    in    apathy.    )    no    need    to    tidy    /    a    colosseum    of    classified    files    &    red    string    looping    the    commission    together.    let    the    righteous    @bludluna​​    enter    &    meet    dominic’s    phlegmatic    gaze,    ❝    fbi’s    GOLDEN    BOY    has    finally    graced    us    with    his    presence.    ❞    dialect    muses    in    sarcasm,    swift    gestures    lighting    up    a    cigarette    like    second    nature.    ❝    i    gotta    know    .    .    .    are    they    edging    you    with    some    kind    of    promotion    if    you’d    clean    up    their    𝚋𝚒𝚐    𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔    𝚞𝚙    ?    ❞    feign    sympathy    with    knitted    eyebrows.    take    place    resting    his    body    against    the    edge    of    his    desk,    arms    folded    &    sleeves    rolled    from    hours    of    work    earlier,    ❝    no    offence,    kit.    this    is    the    worst    time    for    a    reunion,    enough    is    already    happening.    ❞

          ❛   ha   -   ha,   ❜   an   eye   roll   as   kit   enters   the   office,   briefcase   dismissively   tossed   onto   a   desk   littered   with   menial   records   and   dossiers   of   las   vegas’   finest   cryptids.   hands   on   hips   and   azure   optics   scan   over   the   complete   MESS   that   now   surrounds   him.   a   slow   shake   of   his   head   —   he   simply   just   can’t   believe   it   (   honestly,   with   langdon’s   track   record   …   he   sorta   does   ).   it   is   not   like   atticus   misses   it,   the   disorganization   and   perpetual   impending   sense   of   doom,   but   can’t   ignore   the   lingering   feeling   of   nostalgia   twisting   at   heartstrings.   even   he   managed   to   crawl   out   of   the   pits   of   the   commission   where   exiled   agents   were   tossed   in   with   dominic   and   him   to   wither   away   ;   now   he   is   the   only   one   who’s   able   to   stand   on   its   edge   to   supervise   the   continuous   fall   of   other   agents   into   its   depths,   claws   of   saints   and   fangs   of   hellhounds   grabbing   them   by   the   ankles   to   tug   them   further   down.   a   finger   lifts   to   gesture   the   agent   to   shush.   ❛   this   is   the   opposite   of   a   promotion   for   me,   actually.   my   boss   is   tearing   me   a   new   one   for   this   serial   murderer   running   loose   in   vegas   ‘n   makin’   headlines.   stuff   you’re   supposed   to   be   keeping   under   wraps,   ❜   gaze   flickering   to   the   cigarette   placed   between   the   fellow   agent’s   brims.   god,   he   really   needs   a   cigarette.   fuck   quitting.   the   two   of   them   know   the   turbulent   relationship   between   slayer   families   and   the   government   working   side   -   by   -   side   to   keep   the   occult   from   being   public   knowledge.   being   a   liaison   for   the   two   entities   as   a   high   -   ranking   agent,   what’s   been   happening   in   vegas   has   made   the   security   agency   immediately   turn   to   him   to   give   backlash.   kit   actually   has   to   do   his   job   now   that   the   commission   has   a   real   supernatural   case   on   its   hands.   not   like   he’ll   admit   he   has   been   sitting   on   his   ass   waiting   for   something   to   happen   on   this   side   of   his   life   ;   other   identity   being   a   dauntless   slayer   traveling   across   the   globe   under   the   family   name   is   more   exciting.   ❛   so,   i’m   not   here   for   a   reunion   or   to   rsvp   for   your   future   wedding  …   whenever   that’ll   be,  ❜   last   three   words   coated   in   contempt.   ❛   i   was   SENT   here   to   help   you   guys   to   find   whatever   remaining   brain   cells   you   all   apparently   lost   so   we   can   solve   this   damn   case.   ❜   atticus   doesn’t   have   to   disclose   what   threat   he   received   from   the   higher   -   ups   if   he   doesn’t   straighten   things   up,   yet.  

[colesmemes]

▸   𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣  (2018-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵)  sentence  starters  &  prompts.

         assorted  quotes  &  prompts  from  tv  show  that’s  ruined  my  life.  some  lines  have  been  changed  slightly  to  be  more  applicable.  mature  content  and  language  may  be  used,  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary.

❝  do  you  want  to make  a  deal  with  the  devil?  ❞

❝  what  am  i  gonna  do  with  a  soul  anyway?  ❞

❝  souls  are  boring.  boo,  souls!  ❞

❝  if  we  get  through  this,  is  there  a  thing  where  we,  like,  talk  to  each  other about  stuff…  normally?  ❞

❝  you  mean  you  wanna  talk  about  the  big  shit?  ❞

❝  we  don’t  have  any  feelings,  what  are  you  talking  about?❞

❝  you  sound  deranged.  ❞

❝  i  was  wondering,  do  you  think  it’s  possible  to  sue  a  person  -  a  grandparent,  for  example  -  in  an  affectionate  way?  ❞

❝  i  love  you,  i’m  glad  you’re  part  of  my  life,  but  i’m  taking  legal  action  against  you.  ❞

❝  the  fucking  belligerent  zucchini  here  is  set  to  close  negotiations  for  good.  ❞

❝  you’re  going  to  sue  greenpeace?  i  like  your  style.  who  do  you  think  you’re  going  to  go  after  next,  save  the  children?  ❞

❝  can  he  do  a  speech?  the  demented  fucking piss-mad  king  of  england?  ❞

❝  the  only  way  they’ll  respect  you  is  if  you  try  to  destroy  them.   ❞

❝  you’re  not  a  killer.  you  have  to  be  a  killer.  ❞

❝  family  therapy,  family  therapy,  family  therapy!  ❞

❝  i  have,  like,  twenty  bucks  left.  the  world  is  so  fucked  up.  ❞

❝  your  principles?  don’t  be  an  asshole,  you  don’t  have  principles.  ❞

❝  this  is  not  fucking  charles  dickens  world,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  just  wonder  if  the  sad  i’d  be  without  you  is  less  than  the  sad  i  get  from  being  with  you.  ❞

❝  are  we  talking  to  each  other  on  the  deck  of  a  majestic  schooner?  is  the  salty  brine  stinging  my  weather-beaten  face?  no?  then  why  the  fuck  are  you  wearing  a  pair  of  deck  shoes?  ❞

❝  you  don’t  hear  much  about  syphilis  these  days,  very  much  the  myspace  of  STDS.   ❞

❝  what  i  think  they  meant  to  say  was  that  they  wished  your  mom  gave  birth  to  a  can  opener,  because  then  at  least  it  would  be  useful.  ❞

❝  when  you  laugh,  please  do  it  at  the  same  volume  as  everyone  else.  we  didn’t  get  you  from  a  hyena  farm.  ❞

❝  they  did  once  call  me  the  cunt  of  monte  cristo.    ❞

❝  you  little  slime  puppy.  ❞

❝  don’t  threaten  me,  i  don’t  have  time  to  jerk  off.  ❞

❝  who  said  i  never  killed  anyone?  ❞

❝  i  don’t  mean  to  be  insulting,  but  having  been  around  a  bit,  my  hunch  is  that  you’re  going  to  get  fucked  because  i’ve  seen  you  get  fucked  a  lot.  and  i’ve  never  seen  [name]  get  fucked  once.  ❞

❝  i’d  castrate  you  and  marry  you  in  a  heartbeat.  ❞

❝  i  just  feel  because  of  my  physical  length,  i  could  be  a  target  for  all  kinds  of  misadventures.  ❞

❝  oh  here  they  come,  the  attention  whore.  ❞

❝  do  you  have  a  fetish  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  like,  just  the  tip,  but  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  ❞

❝  the  gang’s  all  here,  it’s  like  the  fucking  sgt.  pepper  for  broken  corporate  america.  ❞

❝  you  aren’t  judas-ing,  are  you?  ❞

❝  sometimes  i  think,  should  i  maybe  listen  to  the  things  you  say  directly  in  my  face  when  we’re  at  our  most  intimate?  ❞

❝  are  they  playing  from  the  approved  playlist?  because  my  thing  was  all  bangers,  all  the  time.  ❞

❝  oh  really?  it’s  not  cool  to  tell  the  president  to  blow  me?  ❞

❝  some  guy  with  an  undercut  just  called  me  soy  boy.  ❞

❝  he  never  saw  anything  he  loved  that  he  didn’t  want  to  kick  just  to  see  if  it  still  came  back.  ❞

❝  right  now,  i’m  the  real  you.  ❞

❝  we  should  be  good  people.  wouldn’t  it  be  nice  to  wake  up  in  the morning  and  not  feel  like  a  fucking  piece  of  shit?  ❞

❝  i  think  you’re  a  super  talented  superstar,  and  i  love  you.  ❞

❝  oh,  you’re  such  a  fucking  bitch.  ❞

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .      𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘌   𝘊.

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.          the     midnight     sun. 𝚏𝚘𝚛.          @bludluna​          &          sebastién     constantine.

shot     thrown     back     at     almost     dizzying     rate          ;          it’s     not     like     he     needs     liquor     to     deal     with     matters     of     the     familial,     but     it     never          hurts.          (          younger     sister’s     gloom,     𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍     in     vivid     cobalt     is     every     bit     as     HARROWING     in     recall          /          united,     tossed     asunder     alike     by     specter     that     𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍     𝗍𝗈     𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒     𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀     𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾     but     willingly     relegates     himself     to          …          what,     background     figure          ?          )          speak     of     family,     though          :          he     recognises     sebastién’s     steps     in     half     a     heartbeat.     time,     distance,     fuck     it     ALL     to     hell          &          back,     he’ll     always     know     distinctive     sounds.          he     makes     the     same     ones.          funny     things,     twins          ⎯⎯          so     many     years     spent     in     mutual     orbit     that     there’s     no     𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬     𝐨𝐟     𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,     no          …          anything.     limber     hand     simply     waves     another     shot     over,     nudges     it     towards     him          /          soundless     offer.          ❝          god,     i     fucking     hate     that     office.          ❞          no     need     to     CLARIFY     when     they     both     know     𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜     𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢     𝚘𝚗𝚎     he     could     ever     refer     to          !          ❝          pretty     sure     ken’s     still     on     the     couch     there.     i     tried     telling     her     that     he’s     a     fuckin’     flake          &          that     she’s     got     a     better     chance     of     catchin’     him     here,     but          …          ❞

          fists   nestled   in   pockets   of   an   aged   leather   jacket,   no   care   in   the   world   toward   anyone   in   his   path   to   the   bar   of   the   midnight   sun   ;   shoulder   -   checking   passerbyers   who   prevented   him   from   slithering   passed   &   barely   budging   at   the   noise   of   scoffs.   while   sebastién   could   go   centuries   (   or   so   he   says   )   without   interacting   with   the   youngest   constantine,   the   relationship   of   twins   is   different.   where   alexandre   goes,   sebastién   follows   …   or   at   least   keeps   a   watchful   eye   from   afar.   even   if   it   meant   traveling   across   the   world   to   a   glorified   mini   -   mall   infested   with   greed   and   gluttony   (   las   vegas   is   just   …   gross.   doesn’t   know   how   his   father   has   been   able   to   thrive   in   a   place   that   isn’t   fun   anymore   after   thirty   -   six   hours   )   to   keep   up   the   antics   of   his   twin   &   be   a   spectator   of   kendall   finally   having   her   turn   of   the   heart   ripped   out   by   the   constantine   patriarch.   CRUEL,   but   he   is   not   going   to   be   the   only   one   to   experience   disappointment   and   abandonment.   i   told   you   so.   immediately   digits   grasp   onto   the   shot   glass   slid   across   the   bar   -   top   to   down   its   contents,   a   nod   of   his   head   in   agreement.   ❛   yeah,   that   place   is   fucking   purgatory,   ❜   a   grimace   at   remembrance   of   his   first   time   venturing   into   the   building   and   immediately   wanted   to   turn   on   his   heels   to   leave.   ❛   she’s   gotta   experience   how   much   of   a   bastard   he   is   first   hand,   ❜   a   nonchalant   shrug   ;   it   pains   him   to   even   witness   despondency   in   wide,   azure   optics   as   much   as   spite   twists   a   hollowed   heart.   a   back   -   and   -   forth   between   protecting   someone   you   love   and   letting   one   be   exposed   to   the   elements   of   the   REAL   WORLD.   ❛   ken   won’t   believe   a   word   we   tell   her   until   then,   y’know   ?   but   just   ...   how   long   can   someone   take   being   a   suck   -   up   ?   especially    to    HIM   ?   ❜ 

[unbotheredmuse]

laura harrier

[mensource]

Tom Hardy as Reggie Kray LEGEND (2015) dir. Brian Helgeland

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘋𝘌   𝘉.   &   𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕   -   𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘓   𝘊.  

he   didn’t   even   bother   trying   to   hide   his   absurd   proclivities   for   chaos.      at   his   core      ;      self-serving   tendencies   crack   at   the   foundation   of   friendship.      if   all   goes   up   in   smoke,      sure      …      he’ll   gladly   take   responsibility.      the   entertainment   would   have   been   well   worth   paying   off   a   clean   up   crew.         “         done   stomping   your   feet   ‘cause   daddy   didn’t   let   you   get   your   way      ?         ”         while   not   the   patron   saint   of   maturity   himself,      he   can   sense   the   likes   of   a   overgrown   children      (      much   like   himself.      one   of   the   reasons   why   their   friendship   withstood   the   test   of   time      )   throwing   a   temper   tantrum   from   a   mile   away.      the   sneers,      pouts      :      common   characteristics   stemming   from   privilege.      something   the   two   were   born   into,      something   jp   had   only   recently   start   to   settle   his   roots   in.         “         sure,      those   other   people   can   stab   a   grandma   and   push   some   kid   off   some   stairs   but   we’re   talking   carrot   top   here.      they’d   fucking   murder   the   old   hag   and   force   feed   it   to   the   kid.      we   need   smart   and   we   need   balls   to   the   walls   insane.      the   very   same   one   you   willingly   fucked,         ”         flashes   ari   a   look   that   silent   atunes   to      …      why’d   you   stick   your   dick   in   crazy      ?         “         and   one   you   have   had   a   surprisingly   great   track   record   working   with.      one   of   you   knows   personal,      one   knows   professional.      if   we   need   to   kill   them,      we   have   all   the   shit   we   need.      habits,      strengths,      weaknesses.      i’m   sure   you   two   can   easily   take   the   bitch   on,         ”         hands   motioning   as   he   speaks,      shrug   falling   as   the   list   drags.      figure   pulls   away   from   the   leather   to   lean   across   the   table,      smirk   hinting   at   the   edges   of   his   lips.      brow   peaking      —      a   challenge         “         come   on.      don’t   tell   me   you’re   actually   scared   of   them,         ”

something     of     the     amaranthine     middle     child          ⎯⎯          tantrum     like     a     way     to     be     heard,     perhaps          ?          falls     on     deaf     ears     regardless,          &          it’s     only     when     piteous     attempt     at     retaliation     goes     𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑻𝑳𝒀     rebuffed     that     he     settles     on     disconsolate     indifference.          ❝          ...          i     hate     it     when     you’re     right,     you     know     that          ?          ❞          &          the     truth     of     it     is     that     tatiana     is     vindictive,     ferocious          ;          same     attributes     that     once     drew     him     in     are     what     make     them          perfect          for     this.     optics     flit     between     rafael          (          six     feet     of     blinding,     indignant     fury,     speaking     shared     turmoil          )          &          jp          (          divertment     not     even     vaguely     stifled,     worn     proudly          )          ;          spindly     digit     pinches     at     the     bridge     of     nose,     somewhere     between     doleful          &          frenetic.          ❝          are     we     absolutely     sure     there’s     𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢     𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎          ?          they’ve     got     their     strengths,     for     sure,     but     they’re          …          a     risk.          ❞          best     friend     has     to     go          &          mention     personal     entanglement     again,     fresh     wave     of     provocation     rises     raw               &          paints     the     backs     of     pearly     whites     something     bitter.          ❝          oh,     fuck     you.     i’m     not          …          scared     of     them.     i     just     don’t     think     having     them     in     the     office     is     𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐞     to     anything     besides     a     fucking     headache.          ❞

          condescending   tone   denouncing   the   two   saints   behavior   shuts   his   trap   (   tantrum   reluctantly   ceasing   to   remain   respectful   as   the   boss   continues   to   rationalize   his   choice   of   candidate   ).   toned   arms   cross   over   chest   and   pacing   halted   to   a   stop   ;   rafael   focuses   his   glare   towards   an   adjacent   bookshelf   of   novels   dating   centuries.   a   sigh   LOUD   &   dramatic,   but   it   is   to   soothe   FRUSTRATION   as   best   friends   speak.   a   sign   of   resignation   at   the   fact   he   agrees   with   aristide   …   he's   right.   rafael   thought   the   candidates   provided   were   well   -   equipped   for   the   mission   &   possessed   a   great   track   -   record   in   cooperation   with   him.   tati   would’ve   been   included   in   this   list   if   they   didn’t   have   such   a   double   -   crossing   and   meddlesome   reputation   when   this   whole   situation   is   …   fragile   and   convoluted.   however,   it   is   likely   no   one   could   go   toe   -   to   -   toe   with   his   sanguinary   antics   and   be   able   to   adapt   to   any   sort   of   craziness   that   could   come   their   way   as   well   as   the   russian   assassin.   perhaps   intuition   and   familiarity   of   rafael   had   jean   -   paul   assume   he   did   consider   putting   them   on   the   final   list   he   was   given   (   even   if   the   choice   made   ultimately   was   for   fun   ).   the   mention   of   an   amorous   relationship   between   aristide   and   tatiana   is   what   almost   draws   his   petulant   behavior   away   from   concentrating   on   book   spines.   he   had   almost   forgotten,   it   even   draws   out   an   exhaled   chortle   from   the   imagination.   albeit   what   does   is   an   enticement   of   A   CHALLENGE.   ❛   oh   ?   ❜   anger   withers   away   (   as   usual   with   it   comes   to   the   two   )   as   he   pivots   to   face   jp.   remainders   of   a   pout   visible   with   crossed   arms   and   visage   can’t   decide   between   keeping   a   petulant   purse   of   brims   or   quirk   its   edges   into   a   smirk.   it   is   subtle   ;   annoyance   remains   but   temptation   persists.   ❛   tsk   —   you   know   i’m   not   scared   of   them.   that’s   not   my   ISSUE   here,   ❜   a   quick   glimpse   at   his   best   friend   beside   him   to   swiftly   send   out   a   quip.   ❛   but   i   don’t   know,   ari   …   i’d   be   a   lil’   scared   if   i   were   you,   ❜   scornful   ex   -   lovers   comes   with   its   own   set   of   woes   &   repercussions   compared   to   …   work   frenemies   ?   whatever.   rafael   has   been   a   witness   to   their   wrath.   ❛   the   candidates   i   gave   him   were   far   less   risky,   but   not   entertaining,   ❜   a   knowing   glimpse   and   an   eye   roll   ❛   but   even   if   i’m   not   happy   to   admit   it   …   zakharvoa   will   get   the   job   done   equally   as   well   as   the   person   i   would’ve   chosen.   that’s   what   matters,   unfortunately,   ❜   spoken   with   a   couple   more   steps   forward   to   meet   jean   -   paul   at   other   side   of   the   desk,   leaning   against   its   edge.   ❛   look,   they’ll   be   bothering   me   more   than   anyone   else   in   this   office   and   it’ll   be   for   mission   -   related   shit.   you   can   still   find   protection   in   your   cave   at   midnight   sun,   ❜   tilt   of   his   head   to   face   jp,   a   slight   narrow   of   optics   and   a   mirroring   smirk.   ❛   fine.   i’ll   play   babysitter.   but   if   they   end   up   going   too   “   balls   in   the   wall   insane   ”   ‘n   stab   us   in   the   back,   you   have   to   admit   i   was   right   and   i’ll   be   happy   to   fix   their   mistakes,   ❜   a   tease   lean   forward.   ❛   accord,   monsieur   constantine   ?   ❜

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»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌   𝘚.

imperious     thrill     settles     in     the     slightest     cant          of     her     head          &          the     minute     quirk     of     a     delphic     smile          ;          something’s     finally     sunk     in     when     he     can     fix     her     a     gin     martini     without     reminder.     audacious     hand     plays     𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳     favourites     sometimes,          &          it’s     occasions     like     this     when     he     comes     out     on     top          /          glasses     extracted,     neatly     folded          &          set     atop     pile     of     manila     folders.     𝗇𝗈     𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄     𝗈𝖿     𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,     not     the     kind     that     requires     strident     tones          &          staid     physiognomy          ⎯⎯          rather,     laughter     is     euphonic,     sweet.          ❝          you     want     good     news,          &          you     come     to     ME          ?          tesoro,     you     must     be     losing     your     touch.          ❞          rises     to     𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕     𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝          &          then     some          (          god     bless     the     fine     people     at     jimmy     choo          )          when     she     leaves     the     safe     haven     of     leather     chair,     comes     to     rest     instead     in     front     of     her     desk          ;          𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌     𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄     𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁     𝖺     𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽     𝗁𝗎𝗆.          you’re     good     for     something     after     all,     who’d     have     guessed          ?          ❝          ⎯⎯          if     it     makes     you     feel     ANY     better,     it’s     nothing     we     can’t     handle.     non-disclosure     agreements,     a     couple     of          minor          payouts     to     make     sure     nobody     talks     about          …          the     incident.          ❞          how     she’s     come     to     refer     to     it,     dainty     gloss     on     the     dreadful     truth     but     it’s     not     like     they     PAY     her     to     be     a     purveyor     of     truth          &          virtue.          ❝          you’re     all     still     filthy     rich,          &          just     as     untouchable     as     ever.     those     handsome     faces     won’t     be     going     anywhere     anytime     soon.          ❞

          ❛   desperate   times   call   for   desperate   measures,   ❜    rafael   chimes   with   a   shrug   of   broad   shoulders.   the   two   of   them   as   heads   of   the   organization’s   legal   counsel   means   they   have   to   be   equipped   to   de-escalate   whatever   may   come   their   way   ;   unusual   counsellors   who   require   to   defend   clients   pinned   as   suspects   of   full   -   blown,   sacrilegious   massacres   and   piles   of   paperwork   to   veil   laundering   of   blood   -   money.   he   is   not   one   to   accept   assistance   so   easily,   but   grateful   in   several   aspects   he   is   not   alone   to   deal   with   it   all.   don’t   get   him   wrong   —   there   is   discernment   when   it   comes   to   their   friendship   and   the   qualms   that   may   emerge   from   his   own   vexatious   behavior.   with   his   own   gin   martini   in   hand   and   standing   in   front   of   colette   and   the   desk   she   leans   on,   the   news   he   receives   is   ordinary   legal   matters   but   still   even   a   bit   of   relief.   ❛   well   let’s   salute   to   that,   ❜   reach   forward   for   a   “   CLINK   !   ”   of   cocktail   glasses   before   lifting   his   in   acknowledgement.   adroit   digits   grasp   the   thin   toothpick   stabbed   through   three   olives   &   pearly   -   whites   bite   down   on   the   small   fruit,   tugging   it   from   the   stake   to   indulge   with   the   first   sip.   the   subtle   yet   derisive   description   earns   a   narrow   of   optics   from   the   rim   of   his   glass.   raffaello   will   still   tease,   encourage   what   he   wants   to   hear   despite   being   well   -   aware   he   is   included   in   the   blonde’s   disdain   for   the   egocentric   &   troublesome   figures   of   the   organization.   satisfaction   of   a   compliment   and   the   juniper   flavor   of   gin   on   his   tastebuds   eases   him   to   tell   his   legal   partner   ❛   i’m   still   dealing   with   the   aftermath   of   jean   -   paul’s   detention   with   the   commission   the   other   day.   knew   it   would   come   eventually   ‘cause   it   is   extremely   easy   to   pinpoint   any   bloodshed   towards   him.   lazy   and   incompetent   over   there,   ❜   a   pause   to   have   another   sip   to   stifle   a   vexed   sigh.   ❛   clearly   they’ve   gotten   nowhere   and    i’m   not   letting   them   try   to   take   the   easy   route   to   solve   this   case   by   pointin’   fingers.   we   were   all   at   risk   that   night   and   i   don’t   want   to   lose   another   of   our   OWN   because   they   can’t   do   their   jobs   and   solve   an   occult   serial   murder   case.   ❜

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘈   𝘡.

as   the   laws   of   nature   clearly   states,      factuality   proven   in   the   poles      :      opposites   attract.      the   antithesis,      however      …      is   whatever   the   two   have   going.      heated   exchanges   dimmed   under   scathing   smiles,      raffaello’s   words   only   earn   him   a   laugh.      it’s   nothing   tati   hasn’t   heard   before.      let   alone   coming   from   the   male,      someone   whomst   they’ve   sparred   in   both   sword      +      shared   intellect.      in   the   industry   they   thrive   in,      there’s   never   room   for   one   more      …      let   alone   for   the   throne.      unspoken   crown   jewel   doused   in   the   blood   of   many   with   whom   they’ve   crossed   paths,      the   highest   honour   to   be   bestowed   upon   those   who   have   stuff   their   closets   with   far   too   many   skeletons.         “         can’t   sleep   your   way   into   this   one,      can   you      ?      how   sad   must   it   be   for   you.      even   your   own   boss   knows   that   you’re   really   only   good   for   one   thing.      makes   sense   why   he’d   kept   you   on   his   leash   for   so   long.      always   such   a   good   boy,         ”         they   know   the   saint   far   better   than   they   would   like.      years   of   fighting   alongside,      sometimes   even   against,      one   another   has   earned   them   the   god-given   condemnation   of   getting   to   know   his   prone   to   habitual   partner   switching      —      something   they’ve   been   rather   grateful   to   be   quite   immune   to.      falling   for   a   practiced   smile      +      sweet   nothings      ?         would   be   a   laughingstock   in   their   industry.         “         that’s   funny.      he   asked   me   to   work   this   case   with   you,      actually.      something   about   you   needing   all   the   help   you   can   get,         ”         manilla   slams   against   the   desk,      a   few   papers   peeking   out.      sliver   of   familiar   names   any   slayer   would   know   noted   in   red   ink.         “         you   don’t   know   these   people   like   i   do.      stop   fucking   around   with   and   do   your   homework,         ”

          a   very   obvious   eye   roll   is   what’s   exchanged   for   a   run-of-the-mill   retort   from   them.   ❛   please   !   if   you   think   ridiculing   my   techniques   is   what   will   piss   me   off,   you   need   to   get   new   material,   tati,   ❜      a   dismissive   wave   of   a   hand   and   a   complacent   smirk   ;   jabs   at   the   fact   honey   -   trapping   is   part   of   his   well   -   versed   arsenal   is   pointless.   it   WORKS   —   so   what   ?   an   explanation   for   himself   is   not   needed   nor   does   tatiana   deserve   to   know   details   of   his   role   within   the   las   vegas   organization   are   much   more   than   contract   -   killing   and   espionage   (   &   he   doesn’t   TRUST   them   despite   the   fact   the   saint   and   slayer   already   know   way   too   much   about   each   other   ).   the   SPLAT   !   of   the   manilla   folder   on   his   desk   catches   his   attention,   remaining   to   lean   back   in   the   leather   chair   as   he   leisurely   flips   it   open   to   reveal   its   confidential   contents.   the   boss   is   right   (  ...   most   of   the   time   )   ;   he   does   need   all   the   help   he   can   get   on   this   case.   slayers   residing   in   las   vegas   are   too   aware   of   his   identity   for   his   liking   to   be   able   to   even   attempt   to   get   himself   within   their   inner   circle.   his   mortal,   slayer   identity   has   perished   for   centuries.   rafael   huffs.   reluctance   to   accept   jean   -   paul’s   reassurances   and   great   track   -   record   working   with   the   russian   assassin.   although,   the   both   of   them   would   rather   DIE   than   admit   the   fiery   chemistry   they   share   —   professionally   and   on   a   much   more   …   deeper   level.   ❛   mhm,   i   don’t   know   these   people   as   well   as   you   do,   ❜   gaze   lifts   from   a   list   of   familiar   surnames   and   points   of   interest   printed   in   crimson   ink   towards   them.   ❛   that’s   why   you’re   here   —   to   be   in   places   where   i   can’t   be   and   get   the   information   that   we   need   to   put   an   end   to   them.   i   can’t   do   it   myself   when   i   have   “   homework   ”   to   do   for   a   billion   other   fuckin’   things,   ❜   a   flip   of   his   hand   to   close   and   collect   the   folder   in   his   grasp,   giving   it   a   light   shake   for   emphasis.   it   is   tossed   back   on   the   desk   surface   as   he   continues   a   conversation   between   two   expert   assassins.   loyalties   lies   in   vastly   different   places   ;   rafael   knows   better   than   any   soul   in   vegas   on   what   their   intentions   may   shift   to   at   the   chance.   the   risk   of   employing   tatiana   to   assist   in   counterintelligence   is   hefty   when   ones   close   to   him   may   be   caught   in   the   crossfire   of   their   choices.   this   is   what   rafael   will   have   to   adapt   to   thanks   to   jean   -   paul’s   choices   for   this   mission.   ❛   ‘cause   this   whole   situation   is   bigger   than   just   killing   slayers   AND  especially   you   being   a   nuisance.   there’s   barely   any   breathing   room   to   fuck   up   here   …   or   for   you   to   have   the   chance   to   double   -   cross   me   if   any   bastard   offers   you   a   dime   more   than   what   jp   and   i   have   contracted   for   you.   you’ll   regret   it   if   you   do.   ❜

[bludluna]

»       ʾ       ꗃ       . . .       𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘊   𝘓.   &   𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕   -   𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘓   𝘊.  

what    fucking    luck.    when    all    else    fails,    sacrilegious    destruction    brings    in    one    of    the    commission’s    most    wanted    saint.    recollection    of    the    night    is    𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍    𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛    by    crimson    string    on    a    board    &    a    stack    of    witness    reports    towering    on    dominic’s    desk.    a    𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻    𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲    to    find    @vilebit·    caged    behind    a    two    -    way    mirror    ;    called    in    a    favour    for    a    special    set    of    handcuffs    &    pray    that    the    vegas    sheriff    department    have    kept    their    promise    of    working    cameras    (    phone    as    a    back    up    /   stake    as    a    precautionary    measure    )    crack    of    the    door    announces    the    agent’s    arrival,    eyes    steadily    attached    to    the    files    in    hand.    ❝    𝚖𝚛.    𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎,    i    see    you’ve    brought    in    some    .    .    .    ❞    voice    halters    ;    vile    taste    of    anamnesis    &    lingering    ketamine    brought    back    seeing    @bludluna·    sitting    across,    ❝    .    .    .    𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕    𝚊𝚒𝚍    with    you.    ❞    contain    the    bubbling    vexation    &    move    to    sit    adjacent    from    the    both,    ❝    all    i    need    is    𝗮    𝗳𝗲𝘄    𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀    to    some    questions,    think    you’ll    be    able    to    manage    that    ?    ❞

“      think   langdon   would   let   me   nick   these   so   i   can   use   them   on   you   tonight      ?         ”         by   no   surprise   to   anyone,      one   of   the   only   people   who   can   be   in   any   viable   trouble   at   that   moment   is   doing   anything   but   taking   it   seriously.      instead,      teases   upon   gravelly   whisper   at   his   companion   with   an   ever   present,      shit-eating   grin.      a   trademark   fixture   they’ve   forged   to   be   distinctly   their’s.      while   he   doesn’t   doubt   langdon   could   have   something      ;      eye-witness   reports,      a   few   testimonials      …      jp’s   trusts   lies   to   the   man   by   his   side,      the   one   who   has   come   to   his   rescue   in   much   more   dire   situations   than   a   blow-up   ken   doll   playing   detective.         “         shoot.      i   don’t   have   all   day,         ”         glance   towards   the   camera   to   top   it   all   off      —      a   nod   towards   whoever   will   be   watching   the   tape   back   trying   to   pick   apart   his   every   word.         “         he’ll   be   doing   most   of   my   talking,      though.      i’m   just   here   to   be   the   mascot,      ‘kinda   like   you,         ”

          meeting   half   -   way   to   share   whispers   between   each   other,   what   rafael   hears   is   definitely   not   the   unexpected.   a   flicker   of   a   glance   at   the   handcuffs   encasing   jean   -   paul’s   wrists,   a   light   chortle   follows   from   between   brims.   ❛   he   won’t   be   needing   ‘em   after   we’re   done   here,   so   i’ll   see   what   i   can   do,   ❜   a   whispered   answer,   gentle   nudge   of   his   shoulder   to   bicep   paired   with   a   inconspicuous   wink.   performing   the   role   of   attorney,   self   -   satisfaction   and   coquetry   remain   subtle   when   vigilant   gazes   behind   two   -   way   mirror   and   recorded   film   watch   their   every   move.   representing   jean   -   paul   &   his   organization,   but   because   of   the   severity   of   st.   michael’s   outcome   …   perhaps   may   shift   to   all   of   (   the   innocent   )   saint   -   kind   residing   in   las   vegas   as   well.   whatever   the   detective   may   have   on   his   companion,   rafael   will   figure   a   way   out.   he   always   does.   attention   shifts   to   the   interrogation   room   entrance   and   rafael   visibly   remains   composed   ;   refrains   from   a   laugh   out   loud   from   the   agent’s   realization   HE’S   the   accompanied    legal   aid.   rafael’s   gonna   have   a   field   day  !   he’ll   have   them   out   of   the   commission   -   las   vegas   sheriff’s   department   building   in   no   time.   perhaps   just   in   time   for   dinner   reservations.   a   nod   of   validation   of   his   client’s   antagonizing   response,   onyx   trained   on   a   long   -   lost   rival   seated   near.   ❛   long   time   no   see,   huh,   langdon   ?   ❜   a   genuine   smile   on   features   from   pleasure   seeing   visible   aversion   only   by   enhanced   senses   of   a   saint.   funny   how   even   of   a   life   of   eternity,   the   world   is   still   small.   about   time   the   dots   are   connected   to   the   person   who   has   the   saint   boss   get   away   scot-free.   ❛   as   much   as   i’d   love   to   catch   up,   there’s   more   important   matters   at   hand,   ❜   chin   nods   towards   files   complied   in   his   grasp,   curiosity   of   what   straws   the   investigators   have   grasped   to   bring   jean   -   paul   in   on   probable   cause   for   questioning.   ❛   i   will   be   answering   the   questions   you   have   for   my   client   today.   what   do   you   have   for   us   ?   ❜