poison in her heart.

she is divine, untouchable, terrifying, d a n g e r o u s & heartbreaking. you’ve heard the stories, everyone has. how those she fools with pretty words and saccharine lies, only end up scorched by the poison in her heart.

[delgadoryan]

Storming through the party like my name was El ninio When I’m hangin’ out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house party cause no body came. 

Headphones in and the world fallen away to white noise. Ryan was utterly oblivious to any passerby.

[clarissacalloway]

Clarissa was patently unused to making her way down a street, be it on Fifth or in Brooklyn, without a path cleared for her even in the busiest of crowds. She walked with purpose, and for those who had only the slightest impression she was someone of significance, they understood enough to step intuitively out of her way. So when this young man came strolling towards her in a busy sidewalk in Manhattan, headphones blaring white noise no doubt, Clarissa came to a standstill, waving her hand beneath his nose until she had his attention. 

“Excuse me? Can you hear me? Would you mind taking off the headphones?”

[drinag]

Not saying that I believe in horoscopes or anything, but tomorrow is apparently supposed to be an important day for me. So if one of you is planning on getting me drunk, high, or something new and shiny, you can tell me. I’ll still act surprised.

[clarissacalloway]

“I certainly hope you aren’t. The day after tomorrow is still a work day after all. But I was going to ask you to accompany me out to dinner on Friday night.”

[scarlett-billings]

What the hell is with this snow

[scarlett-billings]

There’s plenty to fuss about. But the question is…Can the same be said about you?

[clarissacalloway]

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that. Let’s just see if you can keep up first. I like my challenges but with your sizeable reputation, I’m not sure that you’d qualify as one.”

[clarissacalloway]

Unbelievable. For some inexplicable reason, I walked into a Starbucks this morning and they had to ask who I was. As if they’d been cut off from technology and living under a rock for the past couple of decades or so.

[scarlett-billings]

What the hell is with this snow

[scarlett-billings]

Unless my memory’s mistaken, you wouldn’t know how I taste. Though I’m willing to let you find out.

[clarissacalloway]

“I have to admit, I do have a certain curiosity as to what all the fuss is about.”

[scarlett-billings]

What the hell is with this snow

[scarlett-billings]

Girls who aren’t straight laced are my favorite

[clarissacalloway]

“Oh, believe me, I'm aware. It's something we have in common. Your taste however, is somewhat questionable.”

[scarlett-billings]

What the hell is with this snow

[scarlett-billings]

"If that were true it would make you much more interesting than I had thought.”

[clarissacalloway]

“What, you thought I was a total straight-laced bore who doesn't know how to have fun?”

[rodrigodelgxdo]

Rodrigo had never hit a woman in his life, but Clarissa was walking a very fine line. His hand itched at his side to wipe that smirk off her face. This wasn’t a game of wits that the Americans seemed to like to play with each other. The way she spoke to him in such disrespect only told him she didn’t fully understand who she was talking to. He was never one to pull the ‘do you know who my father is?’ card, although he was tempted to do so now. Even if he were to do something incredibly drastic, with his father’s immunity status protecting him, he knew his position in his father’s mind would only sink further. He would continue to be ‘typical Rodrigo’ he couldn’t hold his temper in check.

The flute was offered to him, but he didn’t take it. Instead with a quick flick of his wrist, the glass was knocked from Clarissa’s grasp in favor of the floor. His fingers curled around the woman’s wrist and pulled her closer to him. “Do you think this is a fucking game? Huh? You think you can say whatever you want and there will be no consequences?” Rodrigo tightened his grip, speaking almost in a whisper so he wasn’t overheard. “My wife is not a slut such as yourself. If you think you can talk about her the way that you do there will be a big surprise in store for you.” A grin played on his lips, his hand released her wrist from his grasp in favor of her neck. His thumb dragged along the base of her neck. “I wouldn’t wish for any woman to be taken advantage of. However, sometimes they need to be kept in check, no? Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth and we won’t have this problem.”

[clarissacalloway]

The drama and flare of Spanish blood had always been a stereotype that the Delgados of Madrid conformed to rather than exemplified. But if there were anyone in the family of snakes and diplomats Clarissa should have known better to offend, it would have been Rodrigo Delgado. Whispers of aggressive tendencies escalated to unstable and wildly unpredictable where Rodrigo was concerned, particularly amidst rumors that had followed him from Europe to the land of the free. There was one thing the Delgados didn't understand about New York. This was the kingdom of the Calloways. Everywhere you went from Manhattan to the farthest reaches of Jersey were Calloway territory, which their patriarch, her uncle, ruled over as Governor. There was no where you could go that hadn't been touched by Calloway money. Here, Clarissa was queen. 

It was one thing for Rodrigo to throw a tantrum, to create a spectacle of himself. But to drag her, physically, into his theatrics? He was a caricature of the worst kind of humiliation. She waited until Rodrigo had finished, waited until he had released her from his punishing grip, clenching down on her teeth at the chilling touch of her fingers against her neck. The sharp twist of her jaw as she stepped back freed her from the urge to scream, to lash out tooth and nail. “This is a game. One that you've already lost, Rodrigo. I didn't imply that she was unfaithful as an insult, rather a compliment –– that she's remained by your side for so long is impressive. The fact that you turn into an animal at the merest offence to her pride is probably what endeared her to you in the first place.”

She pursed her lips, lashes lowering over dark, glittering eyes as she gave a smile that would have looked more appropriate on a shark. “You're nothing but a dog on a chain and leash; I'd fear Diana Delgado any day over her lesser half. Touch me again and this city will never breathe your name again without disgust.” Clarissa paused, frame elongating as she straightened her spine. Sweeping past Rodrigo and the spilled shards of glass on the floor, glinting beneath the chandelier light, she reached for the remaining flute on the tray of a passing waiter who had frozen in stunned fear. She spun, on the axis of a thousand dollar stiletto heel before she made her exit, and raised her glass in a mocking toast. 

“This is New York, Mr. Delgado. We don't fight like animals, we wage war. And when we're finished with you, you will wish you had the chance to crawl home to Spain before we'd begun.”

[valorborn-blog]

calloway family + names & meanings ( 1 / 2. )

[meredith-wc]

"By all means, idolise me,” Meredith joked lightly, “But if you are looking for a senator please don’t go for John Knight. I don’t think Theodore handles the competition very well. As long as ‘that man’ isn’t below your station, then what does it matter? I should warn you, though, that if you do happen to have half a child that you may have to sacrifice it to the campaign trail. Every minority is a goal, after all.” Meredith smiled cheekily, a joke at her husband’s expense that he were not even around to hear. She knew that was what he was going for, though, for each and every minority vote on the market. 

[clarissacalloway]

“Believe me, if you heard the way my mother goes on about you and Theo.. The model couple.” Clarissa's smile had turned somewhat ironic. She couldn't quantify how much Meredith knew or was unaware of, but things were far from what they seemed in the Meredith-Calloway household. “Maybe I will just to spite him. Let's hope he doesn't do anything to upset me in the meantime. I've lost count of how many tabloids have voted John Knight the city's most eligible bachelor.” She gave a distinctly unladylike snort. “That sounds more like a nightmare. Though having him pose with an adorable little niece or nephew would do wonders for him with the women's vote, too.”

[legcndaryoutlaw]

Pretty sure this shit has to work any time of the year, right? 

[clarissacalloway]

“I pity the people you must be associating yourself with if that's the kind of line that actually works on them.”

[scarlett-billings]

What the hell is with this snow

[scarlett-billings]

"And a jealous Clarissa Calloway is far too cliche a sight."

[clarissacalloway]

“Who said anything about jealousy? Perhaps I was simply admiring the view.”

[evavoorhees]

BAD publicity?

To Andrew, his charity work was a double edged sword. He had never participated in a project he wasn’t truly passionate about, and today’s was no exception. However, the mandatory publicity that came with doing such work was, at best, a major annoyance. Today’s event was one he had been particularly enthusiastic about. He had funded a complete restoration of a once grand catholic church on the lower west side. Unbeknownst to most, Andrew had always been a religious man, something that couldn’t be said about many of his UES peers. Which is why he couldn’t have been more confused when the press suddenly went wild and beckoned him to sidle up for a round of photographs with the society figure who had just appeared on the scene. Trying to mask his highly confused expression, he waited for the person next to him  to take the lead. 

[clarissacalloway]

The blinding shutter of cameras trailed in her wake, her name a prayer or a plea on the lips of journalists and gossip columnists chasing stories for fast-approaching deadlines. Clarissa was swathed in a demure tone of midnight blue, hair tossed over her shoulders in dark curls, and towering in new heels as she made her way through the parting crowd to the center. A winning smile gracing he features, she took her cousin's elbow, arm looping through his over a nicely tailored suit that earned him her nod of approval, and turned back to the cascade of lights and paparazzi. 

“Smile, Andrew. You don't want someone commenting on how the man behind the project spend the entire evening looking lost and bewildered.” She had the tone of someone well-versed in uttering hushed secrets that couldn't be overheard by anyone that wasn't within one or two feet. A perfectly calculated distance to ensure maximum privacy. “Besides, I don't know why you're looking so confused. I'm here to show support for my favorite cousin's little pet project.&rqduo;

[meredith-wc]

"Perhaps, but that means that for a few decades they’re more or less irrelevant. I suppose that the fine line between remaining irrelevant and becoming a legacy is a fine line to be walking but I do think that maintaining a legacy requires much more stealth and a more elegant hand. Which is why you, dear,” Meredith paused for a moment, squeezing Clarissa’s cheeks together with a light grip and a small smile, “Manage it so well.”

[clarissacalloway]

“Well. That's true enough. Money's money but only that can last so long. My parents would be so disappointed, too, if I married below my station.” Clarissa gave a minute wrinkle of her nose, eyes narrowed indignantly at Meredith with feigned disgruntlement. She huffed, shaking off her grip with pursed lips. “Any day now mother will call and harass me about suitable bachelors and when I plan to find a husband and have 2.5 children. Maybe I should do what you did and just marry whatever man is available and be done with it.”

[clarissacalloway]

event summary : the governor's ball

The Governor's Ball was a grand affair for anyone of importance, but most especially for a member of the First Family of New York. Clarissa had agreed to attend with Cameron Lusk as dates but it was a nominal courtesy only, in fact she spent most of the evening trading sultry smiles and flirtations with the lovely Drina Guerra. In the span of an evening she also managed to find time to trade gossip with her favorite in-law Meredith Wentorth-Calloway and incur the wrath of Rodrigo Delgado for insulting his wife. At one point she was also seen exchanging pleasantries with Roslyn Purcell though perhaps that had a little more to do with conspiring with her cousin, Theodore Calloway to ruin the poor woman's night. 

[scarlett-billings]

What the hell is with this snow

I’d fucking kill someone for bikini weather.

[clarissacalloway]

“Because a half-naked Scarlett Billings is something we've never seen before.”

[itscameronlust-deactivated20150]

Her tone was not lost on him, but Cameron felt no need to reply. If he were honest, her pity was not his goal. Moreso, it was best that he cleared his mind before he harbored it and reacted to a situation with more vehemency than it needed. Their relationship was cut and dry— caring and sympathy were not in the deal. They’d long ago established this and he was fine with it. If he really wanted someone to rub his head and make him feel better, he’d go to her cousin. 

When she mentioned his sobriety, he thought back to the actual time he’d gone sober. Not the whimsical promises he made just to silence his parents. No, the three long years overseas where he’d purged his soul of the demons it harbored. He didn’t need her pride for that— that’s why he had yet to tell anyone. What was the point of sobriety if it didn’t last? “Please, I’m always impressive, or you would’ve tossed me like the rest of the monotonous drudges you’ve encountered.” 

Standing there, Cameron lifted the glass to his lips, seemingly urged on by a temptress’ subtle crooning. Then he chuckled and lowered the glass back to the bar. If he were so easily manipulated, he wouldn’t survive in the UES. However, though he would not drink, there was still the matter of his simmering irritation. “No, I don’t need a drink. I need something else entirely,” his hands lifted to his tie before unraveling and placing it in his pocket, “Something violent and fast— like sex… or a fight,” next they went to each wrist, unlocking the golden clasp around his sleeves, “Which one are you going to help me get?”

[clarissacalloway]

So tortured with demons, Clarissa mused, gazing at him from hooded eyes and a frame of thick lashes. It was one of the things she enjoyed most about him. Cameron was always eager to fight something, someone, even if the only person anchoring him down was himself. It was made him so reckless, so eager, so desperate to prove to himself and everyone else he wasn't same person he used to be. But old habits die hard, and associating with Clarissa, with all their twisted games and wicked secrets, was an old a habit as they came. 

Clarissa had been building an empire from the ground when Cameron had been taking his sojourn to sobriety. Three years had been impressive. Many had wondered why he'd bothered returning home at all, especially as it only came on the heel of his slip back to hedonism and his former ways. "Well," Clarissa hummed lightly, unable to dispute the fact, sultry smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "You may be right but don't let that go to head, Handsome. You're just as capable of boring me to tears."

She tracked the movement of his glass with dark eyes, heavy disappointment snuffing out wht would have otherwise been a triumph. Shame. But the night wasn't entirely lost. Clarissa reached for the glass where he'd left it, her fingers curling around the glass as she lifted it to her lips, and drained the entire thing, eyes never leaving his for even a second. Tie undone, and that hunger in his eyes –– for the glass he'd abandoned, yes, but something else, too, that left her wanting and slightly breathless. “I never said I was going to help.” She stepped towards him, drawing near enough to tilt her chin up, lips tainted with the last traces of liquor, and whisper into his ear. 

“You want me? —— Come get me.”

Spinning on the pivot of her heel, Clarissa turned, every line of her body fluid, the gold accents of her dress catching gleaming light at the sway of her hips.