Do Wrong And Feel Right

“All things are possible until they are proved impossible and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.” ― Pearl S. Buck {Original Character rp blog. Sideblog to: imyourlastbreath. }

[whitefoxcalamity-blog]

"I’m pretty enough," he said with a grin before he shrugged again. "No, by and by, it’s not a group that goes with blowing up one person, more like buildings. We’re more known for leaving a car and there it goes, taking out the storefront, ransoms don’t come by too often because most people are smart enough not to wander into the place that doesn’t welcome them, at all, but here you are - strutting around like this is one more piece of land that you get to take," he said before he sighed, ran a hand over his face and shook his head. "Would you just get out of here?" he asked, because he might have been part of the New Youth movement but it didn’t mean that there wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t heavily influenced by Cyanide and how he was brought up. "Before I have to do something I don’t want to do?"

[impossibleisprobable]

He liked this place because he could take two steps without his mother knowing or having someone to trail behind. Dante considered the ambient where he had grown up more dangerous than the slums, as relatively stupid as the thought could be in the eyes of someone else. “Like my parents would care about buildings and cars.” He snorts. This time Dante does raise up, shaking the dirt from his pants before rolling his shoulders back, making sure his muscles are responding.

“I am going, I’m going. God forbid I force you to do something atrocious. Thought before I go, can I get the name of such a valorous prince charming?” Dante you are going to get punched in the face and you’re going to deserve it.

[whitefoxcalamity-blog]

"I could be the distraction," he pointed out. The other rats lurked in the shadows. They wanted this stranger, wanted to tear him apart and sell him back at ten times the price just to remind him that just because he had money, it didn’t mean that he could go where he pleased. The problem with Vai’s androids was that they didn’t follow any of the three rules made popular by books from days long past. "You should go home, stranger. My mum’s name attached to mine will only give you some time to start walking, else, my friends will step in, and it’s all notes and explosives from there on out."

[impossibleisprobable]

"Naw, you are not that pretty." He says it with a small shrug of his shoulders and disinterest in his tone. Is not that he feels above getting hurt or, worse, killed, but he's never been one to over analyze every set of situation.  If he was to get kidnapped, well that would suck since this particular set of clothing was new; but better to get taken by people who didn't knew him than by people who were trying to get to his mother.

His brows raise, thought his body doesn't follow. "You mean they'll blow me up, or they'll get explosives in the letters? Because both seem like a rather bad way of getting paid. I mean, if you kill the person who is supposed to give the ransom: you're screwed. Have they thought about, you know, organs in a box? That one works better." Kid do you want to help yourself or no?

[thefrankfurteye-deactivated2018]

No.1564 my alter ego rises

[whitefoxcalamity-blog]

"You look a bit too entitled to be wondering through this part of town."

[impossibleisprobable]

  “I’ve been told that it’s better to just cut to the point, instead of making a chase with vague sentences. You mean what do I want and who I am searching for, and if I know I could get in trouble, I suppose.”

[sharmandars]

[sikanapanele-deactivated2018121]

[impossibleisprobable]

There is only one person that Ezra will send their Christmas present. To everyone else - you'd best go to him and visit proper if you want one, but to his son, he sent him a simple note that read: To my son, love - your father, and taped to the bottom of the card was taped two simple keys. It wasn't to a car, but one was to the house that Ezra lived in outside of London. The second was to Alexander's house (made without permission) both where Ezra split his time, both where his son could go.

It’s not that he wouldn’t have minded a car, but the keys are more than welcomed. As much as his mother had insisted that Ezra was going to be delighted to meet him, the kid had hold serious doubts in his mind –asking a man to open his arms and heart to a child he never knew about could be considered rather selfish, if not difficult. But his father had lived up to the expectations, and being given an open invitation to visit whenever he wanted, to be called son (no matter how often) and to be assured that he was indeed loved made him feel dizzy with relief.

Of both keys, he was probably only going to use the one for his father’s personal house, the other he would keep in case of emergency. The last thing he wanted was for Ez to have troubles with Alexander over him; no step-momma (dad?) liked to have some else’s children parading through his house.

The keys are added and saved, and he’ll make his way to visit Dad first thing in the morning. After all, Libitina was not the only one with presents, and he wanted to spend some more of the Holidays with Ez.

[myfairdreaming]

[magsbanes]

twisted little boy

[donnamissal]

[moondropss]

peter pan

[seemnome2]

[malastabilaa]

Why would you do that? Is your mother aware of this?

[impossibleisprobable]

I believe her answer ran along the lunes of: ‘It could have been worse’ and ‘I am too tired to have a conversation on your eating habits’. Also, the last time it happened I was ten.

[malastabilaa]

You would eat dog food?

[impossibleisprobable]

Done it before, and I'm still breathing.

[malastabilaa]

Then you starve while on my house, it’s that simple.

[impossibleisprobable]

No, not really. I could leave of tap water, white bread and dog food.

[impossibleisprobable]

But what if I don't want to learn how to cook?

[hidex007]