die for it;;

"I wanna burn this house to the ground. After playing with fire. I wanna burn this map of the stars. Now I'm on fire. I spent all night In the hills without a view Dancing the soles right off my shoes."

[valentinesvampire]

*holds murder weapon in front of security camera like a beauty guru*

[calamitouslcves]

trbrid​:

closed starter @calamitouslcves​ // for anyone

     “a cute guy gave me his number today, i would have hit him up by now but he was wearing crocs and that was a total turn off for me. i wish those damn shoes would burn in hell already.”

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Ransom quirks an eyebrow, followed by a bit of an amused snort. “Maybe you could do with some better taste in men.” The man carefully crosses his arms over chest. “Should have looked at his shoes first before you even gave him the time of day, really your own fault there.” 

[calamitouslcves]

dauntlcss​:

//

His life hasn’t gone without traumatic events — losing his parents at a young age and then the accident that caused him to lose his hearing were the two main events that shaped his life. Although these new influx of memories were so much more  … it doesn’t feel like the life he knew. The Barton family were from Alucard. He knew this to be true … that small house they all lived in together growing up had felt cramped at times but it was home. Although they moved into an apartment when the brothers were on their own after the car accident their parents died in. According to the memories from this other life … he wasn’t from Alucard at all. How could that be true? He traveled around in a circus his entire life? He became some masked hero which only existed in comic books or any fiction really. What kind of name is Hawkeye? The idea of helping people seems nice … that part Clint agrees with. Bucky being a constant in all of his lifetimes brings him peace among the terror being felt. He has so much to work through, so much to come to terms with but it’s all starting with Jacques.

He takes into consideration that Bucky is going through all of this too. They’re both trying to figure out what these new memories mean and how they’re supposed to live with it. He doesn’t know the details but he remembers some of what his husband has been through in this other life. Clint just wants to be here for him, not forcing him to talk about it but wrapping his arms around Bucky to keep him safe. Nobody allowed to come hurt him again and remind him that he’s good. So good. They’re both scarred, plagued by doing horrible things and horrid tragedies but they can come out on the other side, right? The blond feels relief in waking up, familiar surroundings of their home in Alucard. The home renovated to fit their needs and picked out since it has so much space to it. Maybe there’s relief in Bucky knowing what he’s talking about. “He can’t hurt me here but what if he’s out there somewhere? I was falling off the high wire when I woke up … but I remember how it ended. I broke my legs but survived the fall …” He takes a deep breath while a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Clint squeezes the hand in his, pressing his body up against Bucky to be so close. “I like that idea… not going anywhere.” His eyes gazing at Bucky, paying attention to each word. “Baby, I know. I know you don’t want these memories. I don’t want mine either but I’m here for you. You’re good.  I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re a good man and I can’t be convinced of otherwise.” His free hand wiping away the tears welling up in his husbands eyes. “I’ll spend my lifetime reminding you if I have to.”

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Bucky doesn’t want to think about his own memories for a million different reasons. He doesn’t want to have to keep reliving these moments again and again until he’s got no room in his head to think about nothing but all his wrong doings. So instead he’ll focus on Clint’s suffering because Bucky isn’t the only person in this relationship. He’s not the only one hurting here Clint is having a hard time coping too and Bucky will throw himself into caring for his husband because that’s what he does best. If Bucky can pride himself on one thing it’s how he cares about his husband, so Bucky will force the thoughts from his mind. He squares his jaw like he’s about to go into battle and maybe he is but not with another person. But the fears that he knows Clint is having. Despite it being the last thing he wants to do with a hand created to kill, Bucky reaches up to wipe tears from Clint’s face. Maybe it’s a good thing to do with a weapon of destruction, use it for something kind and comforting. Spitting in the face of Hydra, using their favorite toy to comfort not to harm.  “And if he is out there somewhere, he won’t lay another finger on you ever again. I won’t let that happen. I’m here now and you never have to face him again.” His own voice is a little more shaky than he’d like. He wasn’t to be stable, and to carry Clint’s burdens because those are something he rather focus on. But the problem is Clint is a good man, he won’t just let the subject drop -- and Bucky has gotten lucky in both lives to have somehow convinced this good man to even give him the time of day much less marry him. The warmth from Clint’s body is comforting and grounding. It helps fight that chill that wants to freeze him like it once did, but that warmth fights it. Clint fights it for Bucky even without realizing. “We don’t even have to leave bed.” Which... is mostly true. They’ll have to get up eventually to take Lucky out but that’s worth leaving bed for and well -- it’s not like Lucky won’t come right back to bed anyways. So they won’t have to leave their comfort long.

Bucky’s own eyes close feeling those gentle fingers press against his eyes, catching tears that threaten to fall. He tries to focus but flashes behind his eyelids make his eyes shoot open again. Anytime he shuts his eyes something plays like a broken film reel and leaves Bucky in shattered pieces. “I don’t know how I fooled you into thinking I’m a good man.” The words a bit choked around sad laughter. “But either way, I’m lucky you fell for it. I don’t know what I would do without you, especially now.” 

[calamitouslcves]

honeyveins​:

                     aerith  gainsborough .    ↬     open  starter . setting  :  the  misting  corner  of  bud  naked ,  fingers  squeezing  lily  petals .

         *   — -    WITH  HER  FINGERS  CAREFULLY  brushing  the  gentle ,  sweet  flesh  of  the  budding  lilies  that  had  just  been  watered  ;  aerith  felt  a  smile  play  up  her  stained  ,  full  lips .  she  could  never  EXPLAIN  it ,  but  simply  being  around  the  masses  of  flowers  (  all  at  her  disposal  )  was  one  of  the  only  things  in  her  life  that  could  get  her  to  smile  without  trying .  listening  to  the  flowers  as  they  spoke  to  her ,  reminding  her  that  at  one  point  they  had  something  important  to  tell  her .  something  they  couldn’t  say  quite  yet .  only  a  question  of  what  they  said  to  follow  ;  aerith  answering  with  a  lie :  GOOD  WORK  TODAY ,  GUYS .

               — -     THE  SMALL ,  PIXIE - LIKE  twinkling  of  the  bells  made  aerith  spin  to  look  at  the  guest  who  inhaled  the  floral  scent  that  coated  the  shop .  with  chocolate  tresses  that  framed  her  face ,  a  full  smile  BROKE  the  conversation  with  her  lilies  ;  hands  clasped  as  she  hopped  toward  door .    ❛    so  !     ❜    aerith  grinned ,  stopping  her  customer  in  their  tracks ,     ❛    what’s  your  FAVORITE  flower  ?    ❜    

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Something had to make Bucky feel better -- anything. Memories make his head ache and his heart ache worse. There’s a lot he’s done that makes him feel like Macbeth -- out dammed spot. But it never washes away, his hands would be raw before they were no longer stained red. It’s a spur of the moment choice to duck into this flower shop. Sometimes a change in senses helps ground him, so the overwhelming smell of flowers has Bucky letting out a shuttered breath. 

There’s an innocence, a delicate balance in this shop that makes Bucky feel like a bull in a china shop. His hands will crush these delicate flowers, innocence always dies by his hands. But Bucky almost wasn’t aware there was someone else standing nearby. He’s taken back by the question but only for a moment. HIs eyes scan around the room. “I like poppies, I have a few tattooed. Though I do enjoy the smell of lavender.” Conversation will help distract.

[calamitouslcves]

lifcblood​:

“I’M TURNING INTO YOU, IT’S A HORRIBLE DREAM.”

[ @calamitouslcves​ / FOR RANSOM! ]

“I think out of all the people in the world, there are worse people to turn into.” Zagreus suggests although the two of them are quite opposites. There’s so much about his life that never made much sense to him before but remembering everything has left him in a state of shock. He should have had an inkling with Cerberus living in his house in a puppy state. He has been reading about Greek Mythology all of his life but never once expected to discover that his own life had been part of those adventures too. The sword displayed in his living room once belonged to the God of the Sea or known to him as uncle Poseidon. How it ended up in Hades possession in the underworld is beyond Zagreus’ understanding. There are many questions … but at least being born with these mismatched eyes makes more sense now. He doesn’t even know where to begin thinking about these memories and it isn’t like anyone would believe him if he told them, right? “What is it about me that you’re afraid of becoming?” He tilts his head for a moment observing the man who was raised to be seen an older brother-like figure. “Believe it or not … prefer you to just be you.”

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“Of course you’d think that.” Ransom goes onto roll his eyes. It’s possible that Ransom gives Zag a too much of a hard time but they both know that won’t be changing anytime soon. At this current moment, Ransom is more irritated than ever. His memories come in waves, he remembers pieces of another life. This other life belonged to him too, a bit more gruesome, a world where he’s capable of doing much worse things than he is here. There’s still more to his story he doesn’t know yet those come in dreams or in day altering flashes. Cut out from a will, abandoned by his family -- mocked and ridiculed when their fate would soon be the same. It gets under his skin like an itch he can’t scratch -- like an anger that won’t quell. “A black sheep.” His teeth are gritted. “I’m supposed to be better than that. The prodigal son, that’s what I want to be.” The memories are confusing and irritating, it’s something that he’s not used to if he’s honest. “I can’t do that -- I don’t know who I am. There’s... so much in my head that doesn’t belong to me but it is me.” 

[calamitouslcves]

excorcismic​:

 ▐▐ ░ * .  — ❝ SO THEN IT’S A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY , ❞ she replies , nodding her head and lowering her palm . her hands fold neatly across her chest , head tilting to the side as she thinks . ba - bump ,ba - bump ,ba - bump ; a subtle yet quickened heartbeat’s vibrations are felt with the soles of her feet , otherwise known as toph’s second pair of eyes . or well , eyes that actually work . the other’s growing rapid beats show she’s maybe feel a bit more on the embarrassed , shy side . and since there’s no harm done ?? may as well back down a bit . so toph actually smiles , a hand motioning to her face . ❝ ya think so ?? guess it is . ❞ she has to nod in agreement . she’s toph beifong ; that by itself is already really cool . ❝ i can’t actually see , but … believe it or not , that makes it easier for me to know what’s goin on’ around me . HEIGHTENED SENSES , the stuff you read about in the books . or at least , the stuff that you read , since … yeah . again . ❞ a hand waves in front of her face , furthermore emphasizing her lack of sight . 

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“Yeah, sorry again about that. -- Sometimes I just get so excited to see my friends I don’t really think ahead of time. Do you have time for a cup of coffee, my treat? ” Honey does really feel bad about attempting a scare a stranger. She supposes she was just lucky that this stranger seemed to have nerves of steel. But it seems like things to be alright between the two strangers and Honey knows she can relax a little. Maybe she’ll stop apologizing -- that’s a big maybe. She never wants anyone to be angry with her for things she can prevent. But at the news of the other not even being able to see her? Well Honey wouldn’t have guessed. “Heightened senses.” Honey repeats in interest, though that’s nothing new. Everything interests Honey. 

[calamitouslcves]

abductedpocts​:

i’m here if you need to talk. – from honey lemon || @calamitouslcves

“Thank you, Honey,” Alex says as he basically gives up tinkering on the computer parts he was messing with on his counter and slides them away. He hasn’t really known what to think since New years which really was only so long ago. The towns seemed so out of order and he’s not sure even he could fix it if it were a mechanical problem. He more or less wants to shut down like he’s seen some other do and reevaluate his life.

“It was all so much in one moment and I just hate that I can’t process it all you know?” He says but then sighs cause this conversation has been all about him up to this point. He asks, “What about you Honey? How are you doing?”

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Honey gives him a gentle nod. She gets it, there’s so much information that’s been thrown everyone’s way. The entire town has been turned on it’s head and she feels like she’s been walking around in a fog for days. It’s hard to grasp that she hasn’t lived her entire life here in Alucard. It’s even stranger to think she’s from a world full of monsters and mayhem. 

“I get it. It’s just... so much. Too much, what are we supposed to do with a whole lifetime of new memories?” However when the conversation turns to her own experience Honey smiles. “I’m alright, I know I’ve been lucky and got off a little easier than some people in town did. I’m trying to take it all in stride.” Her busy schedule doesn’t always allow for time to breathe but for this she’s taken a little time for herself. 

[calamitouslcves]

“ there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. “ chris halliwell of @ofunwrittens​  

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Bucky’s head swims, a miracle -- a horror. What’s the difference? There isn’t one to him, it’s a miracle he’s alive. A horror that he is. These memories replay in his head like they’re a record skipping -- loud and harsh. He doesn’t want to think about them to talk about them. He doesn’t want them. Bucky figured that getting out of the house would do him some good, maybe fresh air would help. He was a fool and now he’s forced to have a conversation. The man’s eyes eye the other warily. “You don’t know that half of it.” Is it perhaps ominous to tell someone this who looks a bit younger than him, maybe. He should try to lighten the mood. “What’s this miracle you’re talking about?” 

[calamitouslcves]

“ let’s kick his ass. “ // lily luna of @ofunwrittens​

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Honey glances over her shoulder, unaware of what the other could be referencing to. Is someone in danger? While Honey didn’t like to resort to violence, if there was someone who needed protecting -- who was harmed then Honey would do what it takes. “Who, what -- why?” She asks the questions in quick succession. “Did he do something, is there no way to talk through whatever happed?”

[calamitouslcves]

excorcismic​:

█ ▌ ❛ it’s not your fault . / honey lemon . ​@calamitouslcves )

▐▐ ░ * .  — IT WOULD’VE STARTLED ANYONE ELSE ; but like a board , she stands still . like a stone , unmoving . like the earth , seized place . a grin cracks , since nothing seems to take her by surprise anymore . an ambush can’t creep up from her as long as she & they stand on the ground , since vibration is the only pair of eyes she needs . screw being blind , learn to see what’s around you in a different way .

              ❝ saw y’coming from a MILEaway , ❞ she comments almost arrogantly , turning around ( more accurately , spinning on a single heel ) and facing her . despite the fact , of course , she can’t position to accurately make eye contact . she can feel the twitching of muscles , every bling & every single twitch of the lips , but where they are ?? not that simple . she points directly towards her , not moving much else as she continues , ❝ tryna catch me OFF-GUARD , are we ?? ❞

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Honey had made a bit of a mistake, it was an honest one she was sure. The stranger looking like one of her friends from behind -- excited to see a friend out and about Honey had tried to surprise them but as the other whirled around Honey realized her mistake. Though despite her mistake, Honey found it beyond impressive that the woman didn’t seem to even flinch. “Wow!” She can’t help but exclaim -- a smile overtaking her face. “Didn’t even mean to sneak up on you and you caught me.” It’s clear that the woman is impressed even despite the finger pointed right at her.

“I really didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I thought you were someone else. So I am sorry about that.” She’s a bit sheepish now, ducking her head a little bit. “But it’s really cool that you knew I was going to try to sneak up on you.”

[calamitouslcves]

dauntlcss​:

All the memories of his past life coming back to him all at once had been overwhelming. Some aspects of his two lives are the same — being married to Bucky is one of the things that hasn’t changed. Every lifetime they’re destined to find each other, no matter the circumstances. Which is enough to make him smile among all of the traumatic memories that came pouring in. He tossed and turned for a while until finally falling asleep but Clint didn’t sleep well. He doesn’t know where to begin processing all of this … but it all begins with a nightmare about his foster father. They were in the circus together in another lifetime. The blond just a young child when he joined the troupe. Jacques had been kind to him but sometimes looks can be deceiving. He was a criminal and didn’t want Clint telling anyone about his schemes so one day when the boy was up on the high wire … a sword was hurled up to cut it. He survived the fall but his nightmare was all about reliving that night. Clint screamed as tears rolled down his cheeks but his body jolted awake before hitting the ground. “JACQUES, NO!” His hands clutching at the sheets … something that rarely happens to him but considering everything that happened maybe it would be expected.

His eyes look around the room, realizing where he is and it’s a relief that wasn’t happening again. It was enough to make him relax, looking over at his husband who clearly hasn’t slept. “I’m sorry … I was having a bad dream but it was more than that … it was a memory of when my foster father cut the high wire from under my feet. Apparently I grew up in the circus for almost twenty years. It explains a few things doesn’t it?” He manages to laugh but reaches over to hold Bucky’s hand, squeezing the palm gently.  “Baby? How about we just stay home today? I don’t want to see anyone else, only you.”

[ @calamitouslcves​ / FOR BUCKY! ]

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Longing. ( Screams. ) Rusted. ( Hopelessness. ) Seventeen. ( Inevitable. ) Daybreak. ( Pain. ) Furnace. ( Struggle. ) Nine. ( Wrath. ) Benign. ( Blank. ) Homecoming. ( Fight. ) One. ( Silence. ) Freight car. ( Ready to comply. )

10 words. 10 words just keep repeating in Bucky’s head over and over again. Each time he hears them new memories resurface. Memories that contain nothing but horror. Atrocities committed by his own hands, stained red -- no not stained. Dripping. A metaphorical blood trail follows in his footsteps, just dripping red onto a white marble floor that his not so delicate feet crack. These memories haunt him even in his waking hours, and Bucky is too scared to sleep. He doesn’t want to be immersed in them with no escape, reliving memories he doesn’t want. He doesn’t want to be this man, this winter soldier. He was to be the man from Alucard. The man with the home in a little town. But this man never existed, it was a twisted façade -- a cruel one. The only solstice in this is Clint.

Clint is no stranger, never has been. Here, nor in the life that is rushing through his head. He remembers long nights on roof tops where they’d share coffee that Clint brought or stealing Clint’s fries from whatever fast food place he stopped at before. A man with his own horrors -- different ones. Ones he’s told Bucky about in stories of thievery and high wires. Bucky sees those horrors as badges of honor, perseverance to survive. Bucky’s are scars, a forcible fate with no escape. No, no escape, only sweat that drips down his spine despite a chill that starts at his feet. Crawling up his legs -- and consuming him until he’s nothing but solid ice. Yet he still has a heartbeat. These all consuming thoughts are cut short -- a shout from his husband next to him startles Bucky. Eyes wide and vacant as he stares down at the man, usually he’d comfort right away but he feels distant like he’s watching a scene unfold from behind a screen. It takes a moment to shake that feeling. A breath is gasped in like he wasn’t breathing before this moment. “Just a dream honey, he can’t hurt you here.” Bucky makes sure that the hand is taken is his flesh one. While it’s committed crimes, it was not fashioned to be a weapon. No cold metal would harm Clint. “Yeah, yes. I don’t want to go anywhere.” The very idea of going out in public right now distresses him. “Clint...” The name is broken as he stares at his husband, icy eyes welling up. “I don’t want these memories... I can’t..” He doesn’t even know how to finish his sentence.

[calamitouslcves]

🎸 !

for every 🎸 i receive, i’ll make a playlist of 5+ songs from my music on shuffle!

BUCKY BARNES 

Broken Crown \\ Mumford and Sons

Coney Island \\ Taylor Swift feat. The National

Outgrown \\ Dermot Kennedy

One Day \\ Kodaline

Head Above Water \\ Avril Lavigne 

[lovesvampire]

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE QUOTES ASK MEMES !

“ i’ve never seen anything like you. “

“ move or you will be moved. “

“ hey, sailor. “

“ is there anything real about you? “

“ nevermind i take it back. “

“ i hate you. “

“ fine! do you want me to drive? “

“ man, shut the hell up. “

“ there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. “

“ i’m with you till the end of the line. “

“ you are a hard person to get a hold of. “

“ there’s worse ways to go. “

“ got anything for me? “

“ please, stay. “

“ it’s not your fault. “

“ didn’t see that one coming? “

“ don’t do anything stupid till i get back. “

“ is it me you see? “

“ i adore you. “

“ we don’t want to kill you, but we will. “

“ let’s kick his ass. “

“ i had no idea if that was going to work. “

“ still think you’re the only monster? “

“ i’m not going to fight you. “

“ i’m always picking up after you. “

“ hands off. “

“ he was very hot. “

“ you’re all not worthy. “

“ maybe if you were more attractive it’d be less disturbing. “

“ hey what’s up everybody! “

“ c’mon use your words! “

“ i don’t even know who you are. “

“ what? no smile? “

“ you’re not going to stop. “

“ did i step on your moment? “

“ hows my hair? “

“ no, i didn’t. but i enjoyed it “

“ in my own defense that was last week. “

“ you look taller. “

“ i get in trouble a lot. “

“ it’s a big bunny relax about it! “

“ i’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. “

“ i said kneel! “

“ that tie looks real expensive. “

“ abort mission! “

“ i understood that reference. “

“ did you just nod off? “

“ that wasn’t so bad. “

“ i can’t see into the future i’m not a witch. “

“ all yours. “

“ kind of done with you telling me what to do. “

“ i can get by on my own. “

“ i’m going to miss these little talks of ours. “

“ don’t worry (pronoun)’s got help. “

“ yes, i think it works. “

“ then he stabbed me. “

“ (pronoun) made a different call. “

“ that’s not up to you. “

“ higher further faster baby. “

“ i’m turning into you. it’s a horrible dream. “

“ destiny arrives all the same. “

“ what makes you happy? “

“ you don’t want any part of this. “

“ do you even speak latin? “

“ i guess you go through me. “

“ anyone else? “

“ you and i remember budapest very differently! “

“ looks like you’re giving the orders now. “

“ piss off ghost! “

“ i know my worth. “

“ (pronoun)’s not alone. “

“ varies from moment to moment. “

“ surprise! “

“ i don’t see how that’s a party. “

“ if only (pronoun/name) could see you now. “

“ i thought you were dead. “

“ i retire for what? five minutes and everything goes to shit? “

“ and in return i’m going to let you keep your hand. “

“ you weren’t there. “

“ i like her. “

“ who the hell is ___? “

“ i don’t know if i’m worth all this. “

“ i need the other guy. “

“ i was attacked! “

“ compromise where you can, but where you can’t, don’t. “

“ i don’t feel so good. “

“ that’s not what everyone else sees. “

“ but i knew (pronoun)  “

“ believe it or not, it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience. “

“ do not touch me again. “

“ before you didn’t have me. “

“ i didn’t want you to be alone. “

“ i’m always angry. “

“ okay… that one’s on me. “

“ i’m not asking for permission. “

“ you still owe me a dance. “

“ none of this makes sense!” 

“ don’t take my stuff. “

“ if you stay here you’ll die. “

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.

[inbox-bait]

for every 🎸 i receive, i’ll make a playlist of 5+ songs from my music on shuffle!

[weltenwellen]

Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

[calamitouslcves]

lifcblood​:

//

Partying can be fun sometimes but it’s not often a scene that Zagreus finds himself in. The last time he placed himself into that scene, an old friend requested him to give a few of the guests some fresh ink and since they paid beforehand … he decided, why not? However, it’s rare that Zag would do something like that outside of the shop. He always took extra precautions to make the environment sterile and clean. When was the last time he let loose a little? It might be time. Zagreus always appreciated Ransom’s honesty. They were like siblings in a lot of ways, no matter what happened as they got older. “Throwing anything made of glass sounds like a bad idea. Did something happen to bring this feeling on?” He inquiries innocently, maybe curious about what the older man has been up to. “Wait — they’re asking about me? They want me to come to the party? I can come make an appearance … I’m not doing anything for the rest of the night. I’ve been working too much so maybe it’s time to make room for a little fun.”

Their circles had become very different. Zagreus has drifted from the socialite life, preferred something a little more off beat, edgy. While Ransom stayed up on the highest floors of hotel, champagne downed like was water. A bit odd to be meeting in a place like this, shadows of the night but at the same time rather fitting. This seems to be the only thing they had in common now. “Of course something did.” Ransom states like it’s obvious. “Those old men and their old money always have something to say, one of them deserves a flute thrown at their heads.” The very end of the cigarette is dropped onto the ground and the sole of Ransom’s too expensive shoe is stamping it out. “They’re always asking about you. -- I don’t know why you’re surprised by the fact, gossip is the only thing we live for and you’re the hottest topic.” His eyes glance up to the top floor where the party is still in full swing. “You’re volunteering to make yourself suffer for appearances?”