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MAENAGE. independent and selective blog for WINSTON SCOTT from the john wick franchise, liberally influenced by headcanons. managed by mile, she/her, 25+. rules under the cut ( read before following ).
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alright, working on archiving and moving this blog to a hub!!
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alright, working on archiving and moving this blog to a hub!!
random things i am incredibly fond of: winston getting older. finally getting reading glasses at some point in his... late 40s / early 50s because the migraines just aren't worth it. there is more and more gray in his hair and he doesn't even mind, not really, because it means he has made it out alive, that he is still living.
CILLIAN MURPHY as THOMAS SHELBY Peaky Blinders (2013-2022) | 6.02 "Black Shirt"
desperately trying to find the headspace to write and get back at convos, but for now i can only offer rambles about the brothers dearest because they are always on my mind: it's so comical to me that.... in this version of them that only exists in my mind... winston and frankie couldn't possibly sound more different if they tried. winston opens his mouth and people usually assume he is everything but american (he could, possibly, if he cared to, sound like one. he just can't be bothered), while frankie distinctly just sounds very american, no trace of him being half european at all. that man lives in [somewhere in the usa i haven’t decided yet, maybe nebraska] and is living his best life among horses and cows, what do you want from him?
henlo, just a heads up here: i'm doing my masters' thesis research and i'll be studying for my last exam soon, safe to say i'll be slow and sparse in the upcoming months, especially ooc i fear (but still around in some capacity because i need a creative outlet to stay sane).
goodnight everyone (:
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new york, 1977. [ a few days before the continental takeover ]
TEXT. NATALIE DIAZ (WHEN MY BROTHER WAS AN ATZEC), ANDREW KOZMA (SONG OF THE INSENSIBLE).
‘ what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… unless it kills you. ’
the golden hour floods the hotel with shades of red and gold . winston scott looks regal then , sitting across from dent straight and still , as if those were the colours he was always meant to wear . the district attorney smiles ㅤㅤ--- ㅤㅤhalf of him admires the older man , the other suspects him . HARVEY SUSPECTS MOST NOWADAYS . everyone who's ever had any sort of influence over gotham cannot have obtained it without sticking their fingers in filth . harvey glances at winston's hands . his nails look impeccable .ㅤ " ㅤlots of people said having my job title while running an anti-corruption campaign in gotham city would get me killed . and yet , after all these months ㅤ--- ㅤhere we are .ㅤ " ㅤhe pointed out , crossing one leg over the other , making himself comfortable .
a witness to a major case back home had been shot dead . a mob related killing , no doubt . falcone had never shied away from spilling blood , no matter how OBVIOUS the culprit . dent had been building a case against one of the city's oldest crime families and , every time someone got hurt for attempting to do THE RIGHT THING , the city gained a new martyr . the people of gotham could never dream of a better future if all of its' heroes were dead and buried .
ㅤㅤㅤharvey had been tipped off that the culprit of that assassination might be staying at that continental hotel ... hell , he could be roaming the hotel's halls AS THEY SPOKE . the gothamite glanced down at his hands , suddenly anxious to reach for the coin in his pocket . his dimpled smile remained .
ㅤㅤ" ㅤguess that makes me pretty though , mr. scott .ㅤ "ㅤ when harvey looked up again , the left half of his face was covered in shadows . his dilated pupil made his baby blue eye appear QUITE BLACK . ㅤ" ㅤor maybe just stubborn . ㅤ" ㅤhe wasn't leaving that lobby any time soon .
he knows why a man like harvey dent strolled into his lobby, heard it very well in the subtle ripple of tension in his concierge's otherwise impeccably smooth tone of voice ( just clipped enough to suggest a warning, for his ears alone ). winston can see it in his eyes: he is a man with a bone held tightly within his jaws. he will not relent, he will not be charmed or outwitted. and that is just as well, the manager has no intention of attempting to do so.
winston, for his part, doesn't look like a prey on the verge of defeat, quite the contrary. his gaze doesn't waver and he doesn't fret about. the position he holds is one of confident security, back straight but void of the rigid coil of alarm. '' i have no doubts about that, mr. dent. '' unperturbed, he crosses one hand above the other at the wrist, his attention not shifting from the district attorney's face. '' but i'm sure we can reach an agreement. we are both reasonable men, after all. ''
the matter at hand is not as complicated as it could be, given the circumstances. he normally wouldn't care about what his clientele gets up to outside of the hotel's premises. rather, he knows what they deal in, and has no qualms with it. the problem, very real and very pressing, is how this truly idiotic man left chaos in his wake. more damning still, how he allowed harvey dent to follow his trail right to this establishment's doorstep. strictly speaking, no rules have been broken, but if there is a thing winston truly can't abide that would be a show of such deplorable carelessness. as far as he is concerned, then, the assassin's life is forfeit and his fate entirely in the hands of the man sitting before him. '' i should inform you that the man you are after is unaccounted for. i doubt he would be so foolish as to set a single foot here again, in fact. ''
winston is a wily thing, cunning and measured and wrapped in prim and proper trim. it fascinates kerry as much as it makes him wary, if for no other reason than a helping heaping of caution.
he can't be blamed for that, really. it's the wisest way to proceed.
"that's one way of puttin' it." kerry muses, amusement alighting in his own expression, though of a different sort than winston's.
there's an ulterior motive to winston's line of questioning. kerry has no doubt about that. that, in and of itself, doesn't necessarily bother him - it's to be expected at the very least, even if it's not altogether the most welcome if only because of how tiresome it can be. there is an edge of novelty to this though, just shiny enough, to keep hold of his interest in a way not at all forced. organic.
"is there anything else the net can't tell you that you're curious about?" it isn't an entirely open invitation, but a line carefully thrown.
'' no. i rather believe i have my answers for today, '' he declares this with finality, but mild in tone. it's not dismissal, impolite and coarse, it's a simple matter of knowing where to stop before taking it a step too far without due reason. he knows just enough and doesn't feel inclined to inquire further about his guest, no matter his particular standing. casual curiosity or conversation is not something he likes to indulge in, there is also that.
the lobby is pleasantly lit, slanted in early afternoon sunlight that has been forecasted to vanish come tomorrow, replaced by rainclouds for the rest of the week. they both better enjoy it while they can, then. winston pours himself more tea, entirely comfortable with the silence now stretching between them, interrupted only by the mundane sounds of the very public room they occupy.
it's so funny to me that winston doesn't even sound american, accent wise, while technically being born in new york. it's what happens when you spend 20 something years in england (and very formative years at that). and when your mother is very audibly scottish. and you speak fluent gaelic with her.
never tell secrets without a drink.
@axeattitude has become a mismatched but expected presence, hardly startling at all by this point really. winston doesn't mind, he has been given no reason to and so the tilt of his head given a few minutes prior had been welcoming, the permission to engage clear, if silent. it's a quiet evening, at any rate, with a lively jazz tune drifting towards them and any work to speak of over and done with.
'' i'm hardly in the habit of telling secrets, you will find. '' a simple enough statement, pronounced by a man aware of his own concealments. some of them involuntary, some of them not. the truth is that winston doesn't lie about himself nearly as much as he would have people believe — he just doesn't bother to correct assumptions and mystifications about his life or past. as a result the net is endlessly vague, if not downright confusing, about him. '' ask. it's free of charge. '' kerry is clever enough to gauge what it means: he can lay down a question, but whether he will get a meaningful answer in turn is up for debate.
meta question: what does an average day in winston's life look like? does he have any routines? does he feel like he leaves work at work at the end of the day, or that the work is everything?
nothing set in stone with no possibility of minimal change, but he likes to do things a certain way, that is for sure. he drinks coffee in the morning, but tea in the afternoon (or mid-morning too if it's very cold). he reads the newspaper (an old fashioned physical copy, yes) first thing. he has a precise spot in the hotel's lobby where he likes to get paper work / documents stuff done, despite the fact that he has a perfectly functional office upstairs (meetings are held in the lounge or the rooftop terrace), because he prefers the lively but not loud background noises it provides. i guess these are ingrained habits that have become routine?
as for leaving work at the end of the day.. well. it is trickier, i guess, when you live where you work, quite literally. most of the times, at least (as in, he does have a more private residence somewhere in the city, as well as a nice cottage in rural scotland). but there's definitely an hour after which he is only available for emergencies.
not a meme (always accepting) — @talentforlying
hello! my activity overall has been awful, mostly because my multi is easier for my brain when i have few spoons (and it's where i'm logged on mobile, there's also that). but. i definitely plan on being here, going through drafts and messages soon. in the meantime, i can also point you to @astringere, it has ocs and a very limited selection of canon muses <3
MAENAGE. independent and selective blog for WINSTON SCOTT from the john wick franchise. ⁕ mile. 25+.
"I'M ASSUMING NONE IS NOT AN ANSWER you'll accept?" oh, but e.ames is joking, of course. with the ugly discoloration surrounding his eye, not even mentioning the swelling that acutely prevents him from opening it . . . trying to pretend the injury is older than just seven days would be a waste of oxygen. hell, pretending it is older than 24 hours would be just the same. it's unfair, too, he had no intention of finding the continental as a place to lay low (THE BEST PLACE FOR IT, CERTAINLY, BUT E.AMES SO PREFERS TO NOT BE SEEN . . .) but with the only other option being his sister's apartment in brooklyn where she lives with three roommates——— the choices had not been as plentiful as he would have liked it to be. "worry not, i'll be on my best behavior, as always." e.ames would have winked at winston in addition to the cheeky, little grin, but with only one functional eye, the effect is lessened significantly. "i'm just gonna sleep it off, have drink & be out of your hair in two days tops, pinky promise." had he not - so - expertly skirted the question entirely, knowing an answer larger than one would potentially make him look like an idiot? yes, absolutely: that's what he does. (THE TRUTH WOULD BE THREE, WHICH IS NOT TOO BAD CONSIDERING IT'S SATURDAY!)
ACCEPTING. CRIME THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS: "HOW MANY FIGHTS HAVE YOU BEEN IN THIS WEEK?" FEAT. @maenage
winston sighs as he lowers the crosswords he had been meticulously working on, dragging his stare up to meet eames' far from unmarked face. he doesn't fuss, no. just looks at the evidence provided to him in purples and blues from behind his reading glasses, and that alone paints a clear enough picture for him. the exact number of fights eames has found himself involved in is not particularly relevant, but he would still wager it to be higher than one. none is an answer he would believe, perhaps, only if he were blind. and deaf too, for good measure. elusiveness, at least, doesn't insult him.
'' i would advise you to have that eye checked, if i didn't know better. ''
he has met his share of stubborn young men, for one, not to mention their particular partnership doesn't involve ordering around, nor fits of excessive worry. he can only trust eames to be able to look after himself however he prefers. '' this hotel can withstand your presence just fine, i'm sure. stay however long you need. '' and he also doesn't doubt for a second that eames' room has already been adequately equipped for his current situation, regardless of how much — or how little — he has said on the matter at the front desk.
