silver tongue

Fuck your soft words. Compare me not to stars but to storms, to hurricanes and typhoons. See me not for my beauty and fire See me for the natural disaster I am. Fuck your soft words Because I am not soft.

[samfawkes-deactivated20240515]

The name that the girl uttered immediately made him cringe and shake his head as he kept his gaze on her. “I think Daniel and I appreciate people differently,” he chuckled. “He appreciates with his dick and I appreciate with my heart,” he nodded a couple of times and feigned a frown his face as if he was sorry that she actually knew the blond. His fake frown grew deeper when she said her boyfriend blew her off. “That sucks. Hopefully, you’ll have him all to yourself by the end of the night.” Sam smiled and offered her his arm. “There’s no one that’ll be upset on my part. My girlfriend – ex-girlfriend broke up with me not too long ago.”

[franbitchka-blog]

"He is his dick.” The clarification wasn’t necessary but she approved of their mutual dislike, it was perhaps the only thing she thought they would ever have in common even if Sam had not meant it that way. The thought of anyone appreciating anything with their heart made her cringe but she decided not to mention that while she was still figuring out what he was worth. “Maybe,” she mused, “He’ll pay.” It was a strange sentence but she wasn’t about to clarify, she was the type of woman who held no reservations with what she meant and vengeance would be had eventually if she got her hands on Vaughn. She took his arm with glee, maybe a few magazine photos wouldn’t hurt after all, her boss would be happy and Vaughn would be quite the opposite, “Oh, really? What did you do? Blow her off at a carnival and ruin her life?”

[summaiden]

“Yes ma’am,” he replied as she started to turn, wondering if there was some new material why he was meant to search for a story but making the decision not to question it, his curiosity had never gotten him anywhere good. Sometimes, he learned, it was best to leave things alone. It was a shame he didn’t always stick with what was best.

The paper caught Aiden’s attention more than anything she said had, the fact that she had received one as well bothered him more than the idea of the dares coming back. They couldn’t just pull random people into the game, it didn’t work like that. But most importantly, how did she know he was involved? His name wouldn’t be on it. Would his name be on it? No one should have been talking about the unraveling of Whittemore or anything the school had put them through. The urge to reach into his own pocket to make sure he hadn’t dropped his without notice passed him when he realized just how guilty that would look, hopefully his expression didn’t show his true bewilderment as he shook his head, voice calm. “Am I meant to?”

[franbitchka-blog]

She had overestimated greatly how funny this would be but her love for playing with Aiden and occasionally Rumour was too great to simply leave it be. She often amused herself with setting other people on edge but it seemed to her that nobody was ever quite as terrified as Aiden when it came to her accusatory tone. This specific venture appeared to be lost on him and the paper that she waggled between her fingers was now displaying clear words, “You’re meant to know everything.” Just like that she moved, the paper crumpled under her grip and fired into the crowd where much like the game it would become irrelevant and muddied to her. One of her ex-peers was clearly having a field day and she had no interest in knowing why they had chosen such a dreaful day to do so, “Games are boring when you don’t know who’s playing,” she said simply, empty hand now dropping back to her side, “No, maybe they’re just boring in general. I’m not very motivated to win.”

[lorleimoretti-blog1]

Charlotte couldn’t argue with that. She did like games. She had played her whole life like a game. Her engagement was a game, her stint as Black Queen was a game- games were her thing. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to exude confidence. “No one outplays me,” she hissed quietly.

[franbitchka-blog]

It may not have came across but the small tug she felt in her heart was what could only be described as foul sympathy for her little sister. Her expression barely changed and if it did then it may have just been the green of her eyes becoming less accusatory, “Then you better find the new Queen and check mate, Charlotte. It’d be a shame if all your hard work and lies came undone.”

[franbitchka-blog]

txmmyadamson:

“This ones for you, kid.” Tommy smiled, pointing the hammer at the little girl who’d been watching him in amusement and curiosity. He then raised the hammer and struck at the puck on the tower, watching the lever rise high up and hit the bell, indicating that he had just won. “Now, you can pick whichever stuffed prize you want.” He encouraged, smiling at the excitement that spread across her face. However, the bell continued to ring on, probably due to Tommy hitting and striking too hard. “Looks like I broke it.” He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and turning back to the bystander, “Sorry bout it.” Blue eyes making contact with the other for a quick second, not really grasping who he had just talked to before turning back to the girl who thanked him and making sure she’d ran back safely to her parents. 

Frankly one of the last things that Fran had appeared at a carnival for was to play games but as she had ended up witnessing the strongest man in the world almost destroy a hammer game she knew that there was something here that could of been a story. Her expression was passive, it did not truly matter whether or not she found anything out, Lex dictated what was pushed in the faces of their viewers and his tastes were strange to say the least. As the little girl ran away however she did let out a sigh, “There goes my shot at swinging a huge hammer,” she placed one hand on her hip glancing around, “I guess I’ll have to go hit someting else.”

[franbitchka-blog]

rumourholbrook:

“That’s because you are moody.” He shrugged, a small smirk crossing his face as he turned his full attention towards her. Rumour had to admit he was almost glad to see her, his boredom at being at this Carnival was too overwhelming and he would happily down that bottle of wine she spoke so fondly of. “I just couldn’t help myself.” A devious  grin broke onto his face, as he replied to her. “But now that you mention it, that wine seems even more appealing.”

"Apparently not as moody as you.” It was as simple as that. When it came to assholes it appeared that Fran worked with the best of them and while she knew she somewhat terrified Aiden she didn’t have the same effect on Rumour unless she was dishing out her demands, or, rather, Lex’s. “I shouldn’t be surprised, you never have been very good at helping yourself,” she jibed, no real motivation behind her words as she shrugged her shoulders in a rather mechanical fashion, “Fantastic, let’s get out of this preteen wet dream and go somewhere classy where we can pretend our manic boss isn’t plotting how to next force us to run to the ends of the Earth to please him.”

[franbitchka-blog]

dannyxvertuoso:

“First of all, I don’t think it’s actually called ego if it’s the truth. What makes you think I’m lonely?” He asked forcing the smirk to remain on his face. Fran was right, currently Danny had no one. At least no one he cared about and no one that cared about him. He and Vaughn both knew their relationship wasn’t really a I care for you, and Danny was okay with that. Ignoring her comment, he smiled graciously at her and moved forward in line getting the pretzel he so much desired. “Sure. Let’s call it a way with the ladies, whatever helps you sleep better at night. Careful. It almost seems as if you are jealous that he pays more attention to me than he does to you. It must be really hard having to be naked for someone to pay attention to you. No wonder you are always moody.”

It was meant to make her blood boil, it was meant to get under her skin, she knew that. It bewildered her why Danny was making this so difficult but she had no arguments, icy coldness gathered beneath her warm skin like it had for years, “Jealous? You’re just a little pet, you’re not the first,” she told him gently, no malice in her voice, no ill intent clear. The gap between them came close to closing, the space in the queue now shared between the two of them and the person who was behind them mumbling uncomfortably, “Believe me, I don’t need to get naked to get an audience. You better hold your tongue else I’ll have to take it and then you’ll have nothing else left to lick Vaughn’s arse with,” it fell from her lips as if it wasn’t a threat and she blew a piece of hair from her face, a strangely serious glint in her eye. She may have had morals but she would destroy anyone who dared to insult her, especially over Vaughn. She stepped back, only slightly, a hand extending to the man at the booth they had been queued at, “One for me and my friend please.”

[summaiden]

“Possibly,” he replied knowing that she had no care to hear his response, it seemed like a valid reason to him. All of town was buzzing, it made even him feel like he was missing out on some big secret which may have been what swayed his decision to show up. His curiosity got the better of him which was nothing new but this time, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t get him in trouble. “If you can’t beat them, join them. Isn’t that what they say?”

He shook his head, feeling as out of place as one could. At least he wasn’t dressed in a tuxedo or anything. “Not quite.” If it had been someone else, he would have asked if she was implying that he was a child, an idiot or a drunk, but he wouldn’t mind keeping this conversation as short as possible. “I’m a ‘do my work without complaining’ kind of guy and it might be hard to do that if I stayed out partying at the carnival all week.”

[franbitchka-blog]

"That’s what some people say,” he tone did not falter and neither did she. When it came to emotional depth she was often seriously lacking but it was much easier to be feared than loved. Love had never got her very far at all. “Very nice, try and make it to work on Monday, I hear there’s some new material underway,” for some reason those words were drawn like a threat, something strange about them despite her lack of intent. 

She was halfway through turning when something dawned on her, a cross between interest and the thought that she could throw Aiden completely for a few seconds, “One last thing,” her face crumpled almost, confusion evident, the hint of a bemused smirk still turning up her lips as she dug into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a white slip of paper that a stranger had put in her pocket earlier that day before she’d had a chance to catch them, “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”

[samfawkes-deactivated20240515]

“Well, I’m a man of the people. I want to give everyone I meet some appreciation,” he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders lightly. He was going to add something about how Samuel Laurent was a phony unlike him but decided against it in fear that the girl was perceptive enough to know how inauthentic his own interactions with people really were. He watched her pick up her phone, a little curious smile on his lips.  He waited patiently for her to finish what she was reading before he decided to speak again. His own phone vibrated in his pocket a while ago but Sam didn’t bother to read whatever it was just yet. “Your boyfriend finally texted you?” he asked, sounding interested but not too interested. He didn’t want her to think he was some sleaze hitting on her because her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. “I can’t control the media. But I’ll make an official statement that we’re not an item if needed. Don’t want to be a homewrecker, you know?”

[franbitchka-blog]

"Appreciation? Where have I heard that before? You almost sound like Danny Vertuso.” Her phone was locked quickly, her quest chosen by Lex but her interest genuine. She wanted to know what was so important about the man in front of her and she was sure it had nothing to do with premier league football. “Yeah, he told me he was blowing me off to hang out with his brother,” she lied so flawlessly that it sounded rehearsed. She had told the same lie a thousand times although she knew that it was more likely that the dead would rise again than it was that Vaughn would choose to spend a fun day out with his brother Dexter. “You’re so kind, if all else fails I’ll take one for the team and throw my perfectly mixed cocktail in your face and storm out. We wouldn’t want to upset anyone, would we?”

[theheroaroundhere]

          That dazzling smile of hers faltered a bit as Fran responded. She shouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t like this wasn’t how their interactions always went. It wasn’t like this wasn’t what the entire world had come to expect from Fran. There wasn’t even an attempt at geniality on the other’s part…but Fiona could take that. She’d been taking it for years now. Every time she tried, every time she reached out, Fran all but snapped her jaws in response. Most people would have just given up by now. Not Fiona Morgan though. Not the woman who wanted to save the world and everyone in it, even those who didn’t spare her the kindness that she spared them. Sometimes they were the ones who needed it most. She was still hoping that she could get through to Fran, still willing to look for goodness behind the biting comments. Everyone deserved a second chance…and a third, fourth, fifth, twentieth, fiftieth. She couldn’t just give up on someone she’d shared such a momentous event in her life with.

          “Of course I haven’t forgotten.” Fiona said softly. She’d gone through all of it, too. She still had the nightmares sometimes. It couldn’t control her life. She wouldn’t let that one period of darkness taint the entire world for her. “But dwelling on the past only takes away what we can do with the future. It’s not good to let something that happened to us when we were kids dictate the rest of our lives. We survived, Fran. We made it through.” She didn’t doubt that Fran had the strength to move on with her life. Fiona truly did have faith in her…acquaintance? It didn’t seem close enough for what they’d been through together, but friend certainly wasn’t a fitting word either. “We can’t let everything that happened defeat us.”

[franbitchka-blog]

             Fiona’s smile faltered and it felt as though she should get some satisfaction from it but she didn’t. She hadn’t got anything out it for years. People seemed to think that her life was based on making others miserable but she just couldn’t handle them skirting around the issues that they had lived through. “We survived,” there was a venom in her tone that had been missing since she stopped properly engaging with the Harlington crew and anything they touched and it almost felt like it was poisoning her too. When had it began seeing through her veins? When would it stop? “Well that’s great but some people didn’t.”

            Suddenly her jaw was clenched shut, the realisation that her true feelings about Katherine were seeping through the cracks in her external appearance all too much for her. She didn’t want Fiona to have the satisfaction of feeling she was sharing a personal moment with her. She had already shared Max, that was enough. “I am not defeated, I’m living in reality, something that the rest of you seem to lack,” she pointed out, “You can carry on yanking rainbows out of your arse and Anastasia can keep being some ice queen, even my sister can paint her perfect self portrait but that doesn’t change anything, Fiona. People died and as grateful as I am to live the rest of my wonderful life I do it fully knowing that Kat and stupid Keith and even that bitch Nancy are dead while I’m still standing here.”

[dannyxvertuoso-blog]

If she was there it meant that either Vaughn was nearby or fucking other girls as Fran was distracted by the carnival. Even though he spent a lot of time with Vaughn and she was his girlfriend, it would meant that they would bump into each other more often, that wasn’t really the case. Danny had only seen her a couple of times and she was always as pleasant as she was this time. “I’m not suggesting. There are plenty of girls here, and I’m sure I saw a couple of guys checking me out, that would argue that I’m a sight for sore eyes. I can feel your eyes undressing me when we you are on set.” The boy leaned slightly towards Fran, a grin on his face, a side of it burning due to the previous encounter. The actor couldn’t hide the mocking chuckle at the mention of him being a sleaze, “What can I say? I’ve been learning from the best. Though you probably know that already.”

[franbitchka-blog]

"You sure have a big ego for such a lonely guy, Danny boy,” she turned now, clearing the spot for him to take the place in line that he had been concerned about, “By all means, enjoy the space like the A-lister you are, it’s the least I could do.” She hated people with no morals, she hated liars and cheats, dishonesty drove her insane -- that had been why she spent her teenage years throwing the truth back into the faces of others. These days maybe she was blind to the dishonesty closest to her because she was drawn to the people who would end up driving her even more insane than she had been, those who drew out her self-hatred further. Danny’s comment bit at her but her face barely changed as she tilted her head to the side, “I don’t know what you mean by that but if you’re saying that Vaughn has a way with the ladies then you’re right. It’s a good thing that he has you to finish the job now, isn’t it? Little protegee.”

[theo-townsend-blog]

It only took a quick glance around at the flashing lights and smiling faces for Rumour to know this was not his scene. Turning up at this whole carnival thing hadn’t actually been his idea for fun though, instead he was simply admiring the way people behaved. It was entertaining to just watch, forget everything about his life for a moment, and just examine others. Then again, he’d also thought it could be a good way to pick up some extra cash; people distracted by fun were the best to pick-pocket. This had been where he’d started, why not go back to the old ways. 

Rumour took a stroll and it didn’t take long for him to spot a target. He followed the couple in front of him, and was about to reach out for the mans pocket when he bumped into someone. “-Oh fuck.” Rumour murmured as he lost sight of the couple. “People ruin everything.” He shook his head, not even thinking of apologising. 

[franbitchka-blog]

"--And people say that I’m moody.” She eyed her colleague with the normal level of disdain wondering why he wasn’t lurking Aiden who she had seen earlier skirting around the carnival. That had been a day ago but it seemed that Lex had plans for them to be more involved than she would of liked with the people of London this week. Her gaze didn’t shift from whatsoever wondering what he had been doing giving so much attention to a random man’s pockets or whatever else it was that he was eyeing up so closely, “I know that you’re lonely but touching strangers is a little far, Rumour. I don’t want to know what you were about to do but don’t try to explain, I’m more interested in getting a bottle of wine.”

[dannyxvertuoso-blog]

Did being an actor made Danny feel a little superior? Definitely. Did he used it as a way to flirt on people? Yes. Did it always worked? Absolutely not, specially when the boyfriend was near the corner as he leaned and whispered something in the girl’s ear. This lead to receiving not only a slap from the girl but also a punch from the man. Danny hoped that the girl believed that he was just saying he was an actor to get in her pants. If he got into trouble he knew he would be mentioned a lot, but that it probably wouldn’t do him any favors in Acers. Softly touching the sore area in his face he turned around feeling rather hungry. Seeing that pretzels were being sold nearby he headed there not really caring about the punch, and got in line. Out of the blue someone moved in line before him, “Yeah, because someone thought that people waiting in line was just something pretty to look at. Not to actually wait for your turn.”

[franbitchka-blog]

Fran looked around as if she had neither heard him nor saw him there to begin with although she most definitely had. It would of been hard to block out Danny even if she tried and honestly she wasn’t actually attempting to, in bitter humour she did however find it hilarious to pretend that all the other actors in the world were meaningless to her. Dannny was Vaughn’s best friend (supposedly) but that did not mean that Fran saw him often and her image of him was one that reeked of womanising and messy encounters, “--Wait, sorry, are you suggesting that anyone here thinks you’re pretty to look at? Surely you know better than that by now,” she turned only then, the mark on his face making her internalise laughter that should of escaped her, “What happened? Being too much of a sleaze at a carnival of all places?”

[franbitchka-blog]

text: Talk to Sam Fawkes.

[jonahcricks]

He had seen her standing by one of the log fires, her critical gaze wandering over the crowd as it bustled by. “Actually, could you make that two coffees to go please,” he said to the barista, playing with the hem of his coat as he waited. Jonah walked towards her, the coffees offering little warmth for his hands. The tone was recognizable anywhere. Fran had become a re-occurring presence in his life, no matter how strange the circumstances had been. He held the coffee out in response, gesturing for her to take it. “Won’t be quite as good as the one i make, but should be pretty close,” he said with a soft smile, taking a sip of his own before adjusting the scarf around his neck. “I believe people attend for cheerful and jovial celebration,” he said, no sarcasm evident in his tone. “Though, i cannot disagree that thus far it has been somewhat shitty,” he said, wincing at the crass term. 

[franbitchka-blog]

"Bringing me coffee? Sweet.” She knew who it was before she really had to engage in direct eye contact, every cup of coffee and comment almost took her back to the wonderful way they had met a year ago through the Tinder dating app. Not many people could say that they had gained a friend via a hook up app but there were not many men like Jonah Cricks in the world, never mind London. She took the coffee hoping it was just as bitter as her mood that day. “I must have got the whole concept wrong because I’m not feeling very jolly,” was she ever? No. “So far I’ve lost Vaughn and got a message from my boss, no rest for the wicked.”

[samfawkes-deactivated20240515]

Sam laughed lightheartedly at the girl’s response and shook his head slowly. “If he breaks up with you, I’ll give you an all-you-can-eat, all-you-can-drink night at one of my clubs. You probably deserve it,” he offered as a joke but he wouldn’t actually mind giving the girl that sort of treatment. He doubted that he’d go bankrupt because one girl could get everything for free for one night. “This night would totally be better with company and while your boyfriend is off God knows where, I guess I can stand by your side for the meantime. I mean, if you don’t mind.”

[franbitchka-blog]

"Wow, I feel so honoured. An invitation from Samuel Fawkes.” She hadn’t meant to say his full name but she also hadn’t meant not to. She knew who he was. She knew everybody, it was a part of her job that she enjoyed because in general other people’s business had always been her home. She was about to laugh at his comment when her phone buzzed once more in her pocket and this time she didn’t ignore it, pulling it out and accidentally allowing a folded piece of paper from earlier fall to the ground. “Ugh,” she didn’t attempt to pick it up, it didn’t make much different now and it wasn’t like this guy was going to have a clue how random it was as she unlocked her phone, the first notification from a blog that she had thought was well and truly retired. What the fuck? The surprise didn’t meet her face, the tingle in her fingers not causing any movement as she instead clicked to open her most recent text. 

       LEX: TALK TO SAM FAWKES. 

Great. She closed the message without replying, the ghost of a smile forced to her lips as she accepted that Vaughn was probably not looking for her anyway, “Stand by my side, huh?” It was a question, her tone slightly altered from before, “Just try and keep me out of the papers, I don’t want to be known as your newest flame.”

[itsrubywhite-blog]

“Fair enough. Although, I imagine Hell isn’t quite as fun as a carnival.” Not that she was having a particularly enjoyable time, but that was likely because neither Liam nor Charlotte were anywhere in sight. 

Glancing up at the woman at the sound of her full name, she quirked an eyebrow in interest. She attempted to put a name to the face, although any need to do so was erased as the woman continued speaking. “It’s not polite to go around referring to people as insane. Much less your sister,” she replied with a blank expression on her face, remembering some of the stories that Charlotte had told her about the woman. It felt a bit as if the pot were calling the kettle black, but she remained silent on the matter.

[franbitchka-blog]

“You never know.” She wasn’t going to argue with some religious fanatic about the state of Hell or anything related to it. It didn’t make any difference to her. 

She almost laughed at Ruby’s response for to her it felt like watching a little girl in adults clothing pretending to be something she was not. Fran was cruel but she was not by any means oblivious to the happenings of their lives and her sisters too, “It’s not polite to do a lot of thing but it doesn’t stop anyone,” she flashed a half smile as she raised her plastic cup of lemonade to her lips taking a careful sip, “I think insane is a pretty good term for people who are choosing to live an entire lie just for the sake of looking good. Poor Chase.”

[gabriel-a-spits-blog]

“Being capable and refusing to feel it are two very different things. You are capable of more than you can think.” Gabriel pointed out after a long moment of thought. The boy hated to admit that he could almost relate a bit, though his never really had to deal with guilt but more a lack of any emotion for quite a few years of his life. “Everyone tortures themselves in general. Not just your little school friends. You know all the best artistic people are tortured, right?” He joked, giving a small smile to the girl that didnt fully meet his eyes. Even with trying to be better and work upon himself, he still strongly believed parts of what the whittemore kids had gone through would always stick with him. He was almost certain now this girl had also been shaped by horrific things she had no control over all in the name of someone elses fun. “I am that director, you are correct.” Gabe replied before shaking his head. “I know of him but no I havent seen him around. Not really part of my crowd.” 

[franbitchka-blog]

"My little school friends have good reason to torture themselves, they’re all terrible people.” The thought of there being any art in the history that was left behind them almost made her hairs stand on end, not out of fear but out of sheer horror. She was disgusted by most of them, their morals were skewered and all strung out of line. “Interesting, Gabriel,” she mused looking him over for a short moment, “Are you one of those tortured artists you’re talking about?” Of course he hadn’t seen Vaughn, if he liked him then by now they would of been working together but they weren’t which left Fran to assume there was good reason.