𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐎 @infiniteaggro - Tumblr Blog

sikanapanele-deactivated2018121

#▓ the abstraction i wear as a mask {fc} ▓

nuclearharvest

#▓ tear streaked cheeks and rolex watches {aesthetic} ▓

forgeriies

infiniteaggro:

The first remark slid throat the air, grazing the top of his head but not hitting him as his focus remained on the brunette. Even as the other leaned in, his mind wandered farther and farther from the cafe. His heart patted the inner walls of his chest hard as he fantasized but the hushed voice startled him from his daydream. Eyes wide and suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked across the table at the man.

A moment passed as Richard processed the statement and he remembered what they had met for. “Ah! Well, I don’t care much in all honesty. All this is none of my business. I’m just the messenger.” A glass of sparkling water was set before him and he smiled up at the passing waitress. He took a sip of the water before leaning back and murmuring, “Can’t imagine what got you into this business.” His attention drifted to a small piece of fluff on his shirt that was picked off quickly. Looking up he frowned, “I would suggest you lean back in your seat. With the way you’re sitting people might think I’m soliciting.”

Charlie isn’t easily put-off by most people, but this guy is something else. Not one to ever really stand up for himself, especially in the face of someone with such an imposing aura, he stares at the guy in slack-jawed disbelief before slowly sitting back in his chair with only a hint of annoyance scrawled across his features. He doesn’t want to ruin what could be a fruitful business relationship even if he does want to smack this guy across the mouth.

“Right,” he says slowly, tone carefully controlled to try and not show his offence. “Wouldn’t want that.” He studies the man with lips pressed together, then says, “And I got into this business because I’m good at it, and it makes me good money.” Not money that he really needs what with the trust fund and everything. It’s more of something he has fun doing, but he’s not about to explain all this to this man.

“Speaking of, I assume you’ve got the money?”

infiniteaggro

The annoyance was nearly tangible. So think in the air that he could nearly reach out and throttle it. Instead Richard lifted himself from his seat and pulled it with him as he moved to the man’s side. Now sat nearly shoulder to shoulder, he deflated somewhat.

In a hush he confessed, “I’m sorry. I’m making a terrible impression and I didn’t mean to offend you…Many employees of my fathers tend to occupy this cafe and…maybe that just has me tense…They have warped morals. We could speak about this transaction at the loudest volume we could muster and they wouldn’t bat an eye but if I were to set my hand on top of yours, they would be at my father’s office in a matter of minutes.” His voice dipped even softer, nearly getting lost in the air between his lips and the man’s ear. “I really don’t agree with this…Not your work I mean but the documents my father has requested. I think there’s an art to what you do. A part of me almost admires it…but I don’t condone what my father is doing. I don’t agree with a lot of what he does but here I am.”

Richard suddenly realized how far he had strayed from the topic. He disclosed far more than he should have to the near stranger. With some embarrassment he said, “Yes, the money…I have it.”

#forgeriies

Have you noticed the large number of meteorological phenomena lately? Earthquakes. Volcanoes. Drought. Apocalyptic meteorological phenomena. The increase of sickness. It was always possible to think, whatever your personal problem, there’s always nature. Spring will return even if it’s without me. Nobody loves me but at least it’s a sunny day. This has been a comfort to people as long as they’ve existed. But it’s not available anymore. Sorry. Nobody loves me and the sun’s going to kill me. Spring will return and nothing will grow. Some people might feel concerned about that. But it makes me feel important. I’m going to be around when the world as we know it ends. I’m going to witness unprecedented catastrophe. I like a pileup on the motorway. I like the kind of war we’ve been having lately. I like snuff movies. But this is going to be the big one.

The Skriker, Caryl Churchill

#▓ a thought that pesters me like an angry fly {quote} ▓

glassedcoffin-blog

“ Dancing you say ? ” She looked up at him and her wide brown eyes showed her instant perking up. “ Why, I’d love to. ” Her excitement brewed at the image of the music and singing that now floated in her mind. Going out with Richard and spending time with him was a thought she adored and any uneasiness from before melted away from her countenance. “ Do you really mean it, Richard ? What kind of dancing ? Oh ! I’ll have to find something to wear. ”

infiniteaggro

It seemed as though her innocent excitement was electric in the air and charged him as he smiled easily at her. “Of course. It’s been a while since I had a good dance.” He answered before taking her small hand in his. “Any kind you’d like!” His other hand came to her hip, gently lead her under their joined hands in a twirl.

#glassedcoffin