you make it feel impossible, i’ll take your word for worst of all.
gideon isley birley, 38, hunter, councilmember, owner of birley investigations. nana nakamura, 600, hellhound, bounty hunter. charlie gillespie, 39, witch, bitch.
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you make it feel impossible, i’ll take your word for worst of all.
gideon isley birley, 38, hunter, councilmember, owner of birley investigations. nana nakamura, 600, hellhound, bounty hunter. charlie gillespie, 39, witch, bitch.
——Michiel Huisman, 2:22.
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LOCATION : any bar .
Every month Katherine closes down the black-cat cafe for the day . She wasn’t losing much money so she didn’t mind it . She was well off thanks to her father and while she loved him , it still did not excuse all the horrible things he did . every month she would visit him and they would talk and put together a puzzle or two . Yet this time , katherine asks him quite the morbid question. How would he kill her if he had the chance to do it right at that moment?
Silence played out between . his reply is casual and calm as he raises his hands to show the restraints, shrugs, and implies that his usual methods wouldn’t work because he’s slightly incapacitated at the moment. Katherine knew any normal individual would, of course, answer by saying they would never murder their own child. But her father is far from normal. Proceeding to tell him that she remembered once that he tried to do it and she doesn’t think he could ever do to her what he did to others . silence would fall between them before he would start up and smile at her . telling her the most wonderful and horrible of things . secrets . MY LITTLE BUTTERFLY .
The sound of the bell ringing brought her back too reality . There was barely anyone at the bar tonight . Then again it was the middle of the week . She was mostly there to help out as she always did . Help around the shops without wanting anything in return . Mostly with the cleaning up . “ Hello . “ Katherine smiled brightly at the one who came in, finishing up cleaning around the bar before she called for the tender who was on tonight . “ I would tend to you but my only skills at the bar is opening up a bottle of beer and last time I tried to mix drinks , they said it was stronger than Golden Grain 190 which is 95 percent alcohol on its own .” She lightly chuckled . “ Plus I don’t work here . I just help out a bit . “
Learning how to avoid the bitter cold of Saints was one of the first tasks that Gideon had acquired as a child. He’d say he wasn’t fond of the biting chill but he knew little of anything else. In fact he was quite used to bundling himself in layers to even step outside to gather his mail. It was how he pushed his way into the bar, thankful for the quieter atmosphere, but with the apples of his cheeks blood-rush red for the exposure to the wind. He did hate the cold, though. It was often his excuse for cuddling up to someone, when he made the motions for company at night. This was not one of those missions. This was an attempt at disconnect, at being someone other than Gideon Birley for a few moments.
It was also an excuse to do his job.
In the back kitchens lingered someone he had to keep an eye on. Small things, but not every job needed to be about rogue vampires and violent hellhounds. Sometimes it was just people worried about their marriages. The immediate difference in temperature hit him like a truck and his hands shifted to pull the scarf from his neck, to unzip and remove his jacket, to pull gloves off one finger at a time. By the time he made it to his stool he was watching the woman finish cleaning up whatever had been a mess and slipping onto one of the stools.
“ If you do me a favor and nab that ... cognac right there? Top shelf, the entire bottle ... I’ll appreciate you much. No mixing required. ” In turn he offered a smile, warm and genuine, while reaching forward for a glass. He was here enough to know the ins-and-outs. “ No worries, I’m good for paying and tipping. The bartender knows. Thank you kindly. ”
He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via achillles)
Kenneth Koch, To Marina
MICHIEL HUISMAN as ELLIS JONES in The Age of Adaline (2015)
I think the main trouble I have is [freezes up and stares blankly into the distance for three hours]
michiel huisman , he and his , cis man . gideon birley crossed the city limits into saints : you know , the thirty eight year old hunter , who is told they give off capsize by big black delta vibes . they've been here for thirty eight years , gracing the city with their disinterested but attentive attitude .
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MICHIEL HUISMAN talks ‘The Age of Adaline,’ 2015