𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 / 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.

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with  :  @exitiabilis· . where  :  meat cute .

            𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖘    𝖘𝖔    𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊    𝖆𝖘    𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜    𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖑    𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉    𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞    𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑        ,        stance    unwavering    as    cold    eyes    stare    down    the    face    at    the    barrel    of    the    gun        .        the    one    before    him    is    barely    more    than    a    boy        ,        strong    seeming    for    his    age        ,        perhaps    a    little    scrappy        .        no    match    for    a    man    like    blaine        ,        but    the        STUBBORN        FIRE        reflected    in    young    eyes    is    near    enough    to    give    even    him    pause        .

            ❝    𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕    𝒘𝒆    𝒂    𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆    𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆        ?    ❞        the    words    are    dry    as    they    fall    from    his    lips        ,        almost    amused        ,        he    feels    somewhat    like    he’s    just    caught    a    child    sticking    their    hand    in    the    cookie    jar        .        assuming        ,        of    course        ,        the    cookie    jar    in    this    scenario    is    the    stack    of    brains    in    the    meat    cute    freezer        ,        and    the    child    is    a    nosey    teenage    boy    whose    𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲    tugs    at    blaine’s    mind        ,        most    likely    the    grotty    skate    park    he’s    grown    so    accustomed    to        .        

            ❝    tell    you    what        ,    ❞        a    pause        ,        and    pink    lips    upturn    into    something    of    an    inappropriate    grin        .        ❝    i’m    having    a        𝔾𝕆𝕆𝔻        day        ,        and    i    don’t    have    my    tarp    up    to    catch    the    blood        .        so    why    don’t    you        𝑮𝑶        𝑨𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫        and    give    me    a    good    reason    not    to    pull    the    trigger        ?        ❞

         well,   this   is   it,   he   supposes.   getting   shot   isn’t   the   worst   way   in   the   world   to   go   out.   at   least   this   stranger   wasn’t   going   to   burn   him   alive,   or   break   every   bone   in   his   body   until   the   agony   is   too   much   to   bear.   if   zig   is   lucky,   death   will   be   a   gentle   friend,   but   considering   the   stroke   of   terrible   luck   he’s   had   lately,   prays   his   final   moments   will   be   different.   “   i   .   .   .   i   don’t   get   it.   why   do   you   need...   brains   ?   ”   voice   wavers   under   the   pressure   of   having   a   loaded   weapon   pointed   at   his   face.

         he’s   no   stranger   to   the   recent   rumors   surrounding   the   skate   park.   kids   were   disappearing   left   and   right,   and   evidently,   he   regrets   not   heeding   the   warnings   and   staying   far   away.   despite   blaine’s   words,   zig   is   no   detective   by   any   means,   but   it’s   easy   to   but   two   and   two   together   when   the   evidence   is   right   before   his   eyes.   all   those   missing   kids   .   .   .   their   brains   were   in   there.   he   knows   there’s   a   black   market   for   all   types   of   organs,   but   were   brains   really   in   that   high   of   a   demand   ?

         not   expecting   a   chance   to   vouch   for   his   life,   he’s   in   no   way   ready   to   give   this   man   a   reason   on   why   he   should   spare   zig.   though,   he’s   suddenly   grateful   that   he   was   abducted   on   one   of   the   assailant’s   good   days.   “because   .   .   .”   he   starts,   but   there’s   an   obvious   hesitation   in   his   voice.   cast   out   of   his   childhood   home   now,   he   wonders   how   long   it   would   even   take   for   someone   to   deem   him   missing.   did   he   even   deserve   to   live   when   he   almost   got   his   mother   and   brother   killed   for   his   own   mistakes?   

         “i   don’t   know,   man.   i   guess   i   don’t   really   have   a   reason…   which   is   kinda   why   i   wanna   live.”   he’s   made   plenty   of   mistakes   in   the   past,   and   just   recently,   hit   rock   bottom.   he   didn’t   want   to   die   like   this   —   being   nothing   more   than   a   burden   to   everyone   in   his   life.   although   there’s   no   reason   zig   truly   deserves   to   be   alive,   he   wants   to   make   one   —   be   a   son   that   his   mom   can   brag   about   to   her   friends.   that   was   never   going   to   happen   if   he   died   right   there.   “look...   i’m   a   huge   screw   up,   and   if   i   tried   making   up   some   bullshit   excuse   on   why   you   should   spare   my   life,   you’d   probably   see   through   it   in   no   time.”   he   pauses,   a   loud   sigh   before   continuing.

         “but   i   wanna   be   different.   i   want   a   chance   to   prove   myself   to   everyone   who   thinks   i’m   just   some   loser.   i   don’t   wanna…   end   up   like   my   dad.”   a   deadbeat,   really.   zig   wants   to   be   a   provider   for   those   he   cares   about,   the   opposite   of   everything   alexei   was   to   their   family.   “but   i   feel   like   that’s   where   it’s   going,   and   i   don’t   wanna   die   before   i   get   a   chance   to   show   my   mom   and   brother   i’m   not   like   that.”   he   realizes   his   words   probably   come   off   as   nothing   more   than   meaningless   rambles   from   a   kid   who   was   already   on   death   row,   but   it   all   slips   out   so   easily.

         “whatever.   it’s   not   like   you’d   know   anything   about   what   i’m   saying.   you’re   probably   like   a   god   to   everyone   around   you.”   there’s   no   point   in   trying   to   relate   to   a   crime   boss   who   ran   an   illegal   organ   ring.   someone   like   that   would   never   know   what   it’s   like   to   feel   so…   useless…   alone…   weak.

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@tofly

         crowd   from   the   evening   dance   class   had   long   dispersed   ,   and   christian   presumed   himself   to   be   the   only   one   still   in   the   studio   until   movement   is   heard   just   outside   the   changing   rooms   .   curiosity   consumes   him   as   nike   bag   is   slung   over   toned   shoulders   ,   head   peers   out   from   around   the   corner   to   perceive   the   source   of   noise   .   though,   once   she’s   spotted   ,   his   relaxed   expression   fades   into   something   far   more   tense   .   he’s   done   his   best   so   far   to   be   the   bigger   person   and   keep   to   himself   .   tara   had   long   forgiven   saskia   of   her   misdoings   ,   but   christian   ?      he   still   boils   with   rage   at   just   the   mention   of   her   name   .   for   the   sake   of   the   one   he   cherishes   most   ,   he’s   kept   all   that   disdain   to   himself   .   still   ,   seeing   the   source   of   his   rage   all   alone   —   seeing   the   one   who   caused   a   lifetime   of   heartache   for   tara   .   .   .   his   heart   works   faster   than   his   brain   ,   and   his   bag   is   thrown   down   onto   the   vinyl   surface   .

            once   her   attention   is   caught   ,   he   begins   with   a   slow   clap   .      “   excellent   performance   ,   saskia   .   you   know   ,   you   should   seriously   consider   going   into   acting   —   maybe   kat   can   hook   you   up   with   her   guy   .   ”      sarcasm   seeping   through   every   word   ,   arms   cross   over   his   chest   as   he   takes   a   moment   to   size   the   woman   up   .   “   you   may   have   fooled   ,   but   i’m   sure   as      HELL      not   falling   for   this   whole   ‘good   girl’   act   .   i   know   people   like   you,   ”      people   who   are   pure   evil,   in   christian’s   eyes   .   “   you   can’t   change   that   easily   —   you’re   still   the   horrible   ,   selfish   woman   who   took   tara’s   dream   away   from   her   .   ”      deep   down   ,   perhaps   a   part   of   him   knew   there   was   no   logic   in   blaming   saskia   for   everything   that   had   gone   wrong   in   tara’s   life   ,   but   in   that   moment   ,   all   he   sees   is   red.   “   so   just   know   i’m   gonna   be   watching   you   .   one   ,   single   slip   up   ,   and   i’m   going   to   make   sure   you’ll   regret   it   .   ”    

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tofly·:

𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐋  𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 .

               𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆   𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔   𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘   𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌   𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓   𝒂𝒔   𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒍   𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔   𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎  .     nimble  fingers   glide   across   the   keys   in   such   a   fluid   motion  one   would   think  he   isn’t   trying  at   all   ,     as   though   the   music   is   merely   floating  through   him   as   natural   as   the   very  blood   in   his   veins   .     the   cool   night  air   is   illuminated  by   the   sweet  sounds   of   the   music   ,     pink  lips   upturned   in   a   smile  so   uncharacteristically   soft  for   a   man   like   ethan  karamakov   .  he   is   by   no   means   a   hardened   or   cruel   man  ,     quite  the   opposite   ,     in   fact   ,     quick  to   forgive   and   wise   beyond  his   years   ,     but   with   this  has   come   the   need   to   prove   himself  as   best   he   can   ,     the   need  to  be   taken   seriously  .     everything  in   him   tugs  at   greatness   ,     the   sun   has   shone   down  on   him   from  the   moment   of   his   birth  and   he   would  be   beyond   a   fool   to   ignore   it  . 

                i   hope  you   know   how   lucky   you   are   to   have   me  .     it   was   what  she’d   said   so   long   ago  ,     and   ethan   oft   wonders   if   she   is   truly   aware  of   just   how   much   he   does   know  it   .     dancers   ,     collaborators   ,     muses   like  her        -      people  like   her     -      are  rare   ,     so   hard  to   come   by  ,     and   even   harder  to   catch   in   ones   grasp  .     the   world   had   never   belonged  in   the   palm  of   her   hands  the   way   it   did   ethan’s  .     where  he   had   been  handed   all   the   opportunities   the   world   could  afford   him   ,   abigail  had   not   .     tooth  and   nail   ,     blood  ,     sweat  ,     and   tears   ,     oft   literal   ,     have  been   what   has   brought   her   to   where  she   is   today  ,     and   ethan   has   never   been  more   grateful   for   another   human  being   .  tara  had  been   a   good  enough   muse   ,     soft  and   sweet   and   pure   .     inspiring  ,     heartfelt   .     she   had   been  safe   ,     something   of   an   easy  place   to   land  ,     and   he   will  always   have   a   softness   for   her   ,     but   women   like  abigail   …     she’s   something  of   a   storm  ,     one   ethan   is   happy   to   be   swept  along   with   ,     if   for   only  a   moment   . 

               she   could  so   easily   leave  ,     as   he   had   once   those   few   years  ago   ,     and   he   could   never  begrudge   her   it  .     she   belongs   ,     has   always   belonged  ,     among  the   stars   .     but   if   she   wishes  to   stay   ,     he   will   hold  on   to   her   as   long  as   he   possibly  can   .          ‘     𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍  ,     𝚊𝚋𝚒   .     ’          praise  tumbles   from   his   lips   the   moment   the   music   halts  ,     and   the   moment  is   rudely   disrupted   by   reality   .          ‘     𝚜𝚎𝚎  ?     𝚒   𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞  .     𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊   𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎   ,     𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑   ?     ’          they  haven’t   worked   together  in   oh   so   long   ,     but   now   it   feels   as   though   nothing  has   changed   .  

      her  body  moves  harmoniously  to  a  soft  melody  emanating  from  the  piano  .  years  spent  on  putting  every  ounce  of  energy  into  being  the  best  ,  it  was  easy  to  forget  the  feeling  of  dancing  simply  because  she  wanted  to  .  ethan  is  quick  to  offer  a  reminder  though  ,  because  even  after  spending  so  much  time  apart  ,  the  two  didn’t  miss  a  beat  when  it  came  to  getting  back  into  the  swing  of  things  .  everything  came  easy  with  him  —  that  much  was  certain  since  the  day  they  agreed  upon  forming  a  sort  of  duo  .  when  it  was  just  them  ,  there  was  no  competition  or  pressure  ;  just  two  people  enjoying  the  moment.  and  after  a  summer  spent  basking  in  the  barcelona  sun  together,  it  was  evident  their  relationship  had  teetered  over  the  line  of  professionalism  long  ago  .  judging  by  the  way  she  danced  so  freely  to  his  piece  though  ,  abigail  did  not  seem  to  mind  in  the  slightest.       immense  gratitude  towards  her  personal  choreographer  swells  inside  as  the  song  comes  to  a  close  and  she’s  grounded  once  more  ,  and  suddenly  it  becomes  a  challenge  not  to  hide  the  satisfaction  spreading  across  her  face  upon  ethan’s  praise  .  never  the  type  to  be  wooed  so  easily  ,  it’s  almost  unbecoming  of  abigail  to  take  anything  a  man  says  to  heart  —  approval  or  otherwise  .  after  all,  if  she  crumbled  every  time  a  thoughtless  boy  directed  a  snide  comment  at  her  ,  then  abigail  surely  would  have  been  an  empty  shell  of  a  woman  by  now  .  it’s  different  with  ethan  though  .  a  part  of  her  strives  to  impress  him  in  some  way  ;  do  his  music  justice  ,  if  possible  .  it’s  the  least  she  could  do  after  making  her  feel  whole  again  .  sammy’s  death  had  been  one  of  the  toughest  things  ever  dealt  with  .  it’s  still  something  that  sparks  pain  with  remembrance  everyday  ,  and  she  wonders  if  there  will  ever  be  a  time  where  the  memories  of  him  were  not  so  bittersweet  .  .  .  if  there  will  come  a  day  where  abi  can  truthfully  say  the  ache  in  her  chest  had  completely  disappeared  .       but  even  with  the  pounds  of  baggage  that  came  with  someone  who  had  gone  through  so  much  ,  ethan  still  accepted  every  part  of  her  ,  even  the  ones  deemed  broken  and  irredeemable  .  he  was  there  to  help  put  the  pieces  back  together  when  she  had  fallen  apart  ,  and  never  judged  during  the  times  she’d  break  down  in  practice  for  seemingly  no  reason  .  the  boy  really  was  heaven  sent  —  far  too  pure  for  someone  as  tainted  as  abigail  .  she  knows  it’s  selfish  to  cling  onto  him  when  he  deserves  someone  far  less  corrupted  ,  but  still  has  no  intention  of  letting  go,  because  for  whatever  outlandish  reason  ,  ethan  seemed  to  care  for  her  just  as  much  as  she  did  for  him  .       “  just  like  riding  a  bike  ,  ”  she  repeats  breathlessly  with  a  coy  smile  ,  tucking  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  while  approaching  the  piano  .  “  which  ,  by  the  way  ,  i  learned  how  to  do  from  a  pretty  decent  teacher  .  ”  tone  light  and  teasing  as  arms  rest  on  the  mahogany  .  “  not  that  you’d  know  him  though  .  he’s  just  some  big  ,  fancy  choreographer  in  barcelona  .  a  little  cocky ,  but  he  does  have  a  few  good  qualities  ,  i  suppose.  ”

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curationis‌:

he still feels the haphazard sleepiness, something of which that remains stagnant in the creases of his under-eye even as he attempts to look the girl before him in the eyes. “mhh?”it was more of a noise, really, something of which hunter immediately scrunched his countenance in retort of before processing his thoughts. it wasn’t everyday he had pretty visitors to his mess of an apartment, anywho. “lola? what are you… uh… hey?” @saintrcpez

        she knew it was a little early to be pestering anyone, but lola was in the middle of a crisis, and neither of her best friends were responding. “hey.” she hadn’t even thought to wait for an invitation inside, pushing past the taller one as she entered the apartment. “ugh, frankie’s been ghosting me all morning, so i’m settling for the next best hollingsworth.” her tone was light and teasing despite feeling like the weight of the world was crashing down on her. “are you hungry ? i could uber us something from that cute little diner down the street.”