femme fatale.

Melody Artemisia Segond | 29 | Assassin & Interrogator for the Diamonds. tw: alcohol blood, corpses death, murder, nsfw, violence, tortureweapons var sc_project=11077187; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="c9fbf0fa"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[jeb-abrams]

melodysegond:

“Practically, sweetheart. Not literally. I’ll probably not going to give birth ever,” she rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like she hated children, it was just children sounded so impossible for her. Being an assassin and an interrogator for one of the famous New York gangs was easy for her. She was able to tackle the threats and kept herself safe for such a long time. Having children would make her more vulnerable. The threats would no longer only be for her, but also for her children. She would not have that. “You can’t keep her. She’s mine. You can keep Beo because you adopted him. I adopted these two,” Melody took a few seconds to listen to what they were talking about and realized that they sounded like a divorced couple fighting for the custody of their children. “You really need to stop stressing her out. Cut your talking-back a little,” she said. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just text Mrs. Henderson to pick my babies up and we can leave.”

“Good, because I was worried this conversation was going to lead up to you revealing the real reason you went back to France was to tell your mom and dad you were pregnant,” he smiled up at Mel, turning his head slightly. Although that wasn’t exactly the truth, the idea of Melody being pregnant scared the shit out of Jeb. He wasn’t sure he wanted kids at all, and although he was pretty good looking after kids, he was almost certain he wouldn’t be a good dad. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he continued to listen to what she was saying. “Well, your adoptee has obviously began to love me more than you, so,” he teased, shrugging lightly as he smirked. “She’s used to it,” he replied, waving his hand dismissively, “You have to realise that what you have had to deal with for the past year is what she’s had to deal with for the past nineteen.” His mom had always told him that he would’ve talked back from he was literally able to form sentences. It really was part of his personality. Sure, he’d stop when he knew he’d went too far, but apart from that, he was going to continue to be sarcastically argumentative beyond belief. “If you say so,” he smirked, standing up and stretching before slinging his backpack on.

[melodysegond]

"I will never, ever, get pregnant, so don't you worry about it. Really," she huffed as she rolled her eyes. Melody narrowed her eyes at Jeb the whole time he was bragging about how Persephone loved him more. "It takes everything in me not to throw something at you right now. She does not, I repeat, does not love you more than me. You don't feed her, I do." The blonde has always been very protective of those she cared about. Especially her babies. "True, but don't you want to give her a break sometimes? I mean, nineteen years," she mocked. "We're going to your place right? This Mrs. Henderson lady is so complicated. I do not need to explain myself to her."

[emilie-ooc-blog]

Hazel has yet to have one good thing come of her way, as she sits at a table in HQ looking through some books about her knives, she tries to distract her mind and focus on something other than the negatives around her. The problem was she knew everything she could about knives, especially throwing knives. She’s read the book that currently rests in her hands already four or fives times before. Staring down at his, she shook her head and closed it, pushing it away a little too harshly causing it to completely slide off the table. Not realizing yet that it almost hit the person’s feet. 

[melodysegond]

Melody missed the office. She took two weeks off and it felt like two months instead of weeks. That’s what happens when your job is your life and the office is your home. Sometime after she finished all her work, Melody went to the break room to get coffee. When she was walking back to her office, cup of steaming black coffee in hand, her phone that was was sitting in the inside pocket of her Balmain blazer started ringing, so Mel put the coffee on a nearby table and went to check her phone and see if she should answer the call. It was too late. The phone stopped ringing when she finally had her phone in hand. A loud thump and small breeze startled made her look away from her phone and down to what just fell right beside her foot. “Careful. I don’t like asking people to buy me stuff but these are my favorite pair and I’d hate to have to demand you to replace my Casadeis.”

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[jeb-abrams]

melodysegond:

“They’re both mine, you know. I practically gave birth to both of them,” she rolled her eyes and looked at Persephone who, before Jeb, would never dare warm up to other humans other than Melody and Mrs. Henderson. Persephone was warmer to Henderson than Hades was. He was the one who resembled Melody most. Hades was the dog version of Melody. He has always been indifferent to Mrs. Henderson. He has always been indifferent to everyone. Except for Melody. His loyalty to her knew no boundary. Just like Melody to the people she was loyal to the most. Once she pledged loyalty to someone, she would be loyal to them for as long as the blood runs through her veins. “That’s different. That’s just you loving your mother and that’s you not wanting her to be mad at you because she is mad at you most of the time due to the things you do. God knows,” she rolled her eyes. Melody was well aware that her boyfriend is a true rebel, a guy who would do just anything, especially when people told him not to. “It’s not fun to watch porn alone.”

“You practically gave birth to two dogs?” he smirked, raising his eyebrow at her, obviously really trying to get on her nerves at this stage. Jeb was patient when it came to times like these, but hey, he could attempt to accelerate the process a bit more. “Besides, I only want kids that want me. You can keep him. I get to keep her, since she obviously likes me better. Plus, Beo needs a friend.” Jeb  sat up on the bench, letting P roll back over as he stroked her. “See, my mom also has her lapses where she is neither yelling at me, nor acting like an adult. Although those moments freak me the fuck out, considering they’re pretty rare, it’s still fun,” he explained. He was about to come up with a comeback, but he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He read the text, smiling up at her, “Speaking about my mom, she’s home early. You wanna get lunch with her?”

[melodysegond]

“Practically, sweetheart. Not literally. I’ll probably not going to give birth ever,” she rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like she hated children, it was just children sounded so impossible for her. Being an assassin and an interrogator for one of the famous New York gangs was easy for her. She was able to tackle the threats and kept herself safe for such a long time. Having children would make her more vulnerable. The threats would no longer only be for her, but also for her children. She would not have that. “You can’t keep her. She’s mine. You can keep Beo because you adopted him. I adopted these two,” Melody took a few seconds to listen to what they were talking about and realized that they sounded like a divorced couple fighting for the custody of their children. “You really need to stop stressing her out. Cut your talking-back a little,” she said. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just text Mrs. Henderson to pick my babies up and we can leave.”

[jeb-abrams]

melodysegond:

“They do not love daddy more,” Melody said as she kept her eyes on Hades, who was now looking around the park. He, although she’d never admit it, was her favorite. Melody got him way before she got Persephone. He was like her first-born. Her most prized child. Her pride. “True, but that’s not the kind of person I want in my life. Dependent, childish adults are just not cool,” she said. A few years ago, her parents made her go to a family function where she met her father’s second cousin and his son. The son was five years older than he was, but was still very dependent on his parents. His parents were still providing for him and his wife and kids. Melody didn’t like him. “I was away for 2 weeks and you have some new tricks up your sleeve? Are you sure it was just your hand you fucked?”

“Alright, you can have him,” he nodded in the direction of Hades, “But I know that P loves her daddy more.” Jeb grinned as he said this, scratching her belly harder, making her roll around, looking like she was grinning from ear to ear with her tongue sticking out. “See, I’d disagree,” Jeb stated simply, shrugging, “I am a lot happier when my mom isn’t yelling at me or something. She’s a lot more fun when she’s in a good mood.” He smirked, waiting a moment to answer her question to see if it annoyed her. “Nah,” he shrugged, “Just watched shit loads of porn. So yeah, new shit to try.”

[melodysegond]

"They're both mine, you know. I practically gave birth to both of them," she rolled her eyes and looked at Persephone who, before Jeb, would never dare warm up to other humans other than Melody and Mrs. Henderson. Persephone was warmer to Henderson than Hades was. He was the one who resembled Melody most. Hades was the dog version of Melody. He has always been indifferent to Mrs. Henderson. He has always been indifferent to everyone. Except for Melody. His loyalty to her knew no boundary. Just like Melody to the people she was loyal to the most. Once she pledged loyalty to someone, she would be loyal to them for as long as the blood runs through her veins. "That's different. That's just you loving your mother and that's you not wanting her to be mad at you because she is mad at you most of the time due to the things you do. God knows," she rolled her eyes. Melody was well aware that her boyfriend is a true rebel, a guy who would do just anything, especially when people told him not to. "It's not fun to watch porn alone."

[melodysegond]

jeb-abrams:

“And that’s why they love daddy more,” he replied, not understanding why she was smiling every time he said the word. Jeb then gave Persephone a hug, feeling her rub her nose on his chest. He wished he’d brought Beo to the park with him, but he’d just left him at home, not expecting to have met Melody here. “There are a lot of people that act like babies that are dads,” he pointed out, grinning, “I think I’m more than qualified to do the job.” Jebediah shook his head, looking up at Mel. “If anything, I’ve got more kinky. After all, there’s not a lot to do for 2 weeks when you’re away. I got some new shit out my sleeve, babe.”

“They do not love daddy more,” Melody said as she kept her eyes on Hades, who was now looking around the park. He, although she’d never admit it, was her favorite. Melody got him way before she got Persephone. He was like her first-born. Her most prized child. Her pride. “True, but that’s not the kind of person I want in my life. Dependent, childish adults are just not cool,” she said. A few years ago, her parents made her go to a family function where she met her father’s second cousin and his son. The son was five years older than he was, but was still very dependent on his parents. His parents were still providing for him and his wife and kids. Melody didn’t like him. “I was away for 2 weeks and you have some new tricks up your sleeve? Are you sure it was just your hand you fucked?”

[melodysegond]

jeb-abrams:

“I mean, obviously,” he shrugged, not bothering to hide his smile, “But do you know what else I’m also into? Not fucking animals.” Jeb still hadn’t conquered the problem of not knowing fully when Melody was joking or not. Sure, she seemed pretty free to smile and laugh when it was just them, but out in public? Not a chance. He’d get to her, though. He was determined to. “That’s a gender-based assuption,” he rolled his eyes, but continued to grin, “This daddy is fun. Plus, dogs can be guard dogs and still be pets.” He couldn’t use his own dog as an example since, well, people who had been afraid of dogs their entire lives were not afraid of Beo, but there were bound to be others. “Cold showers are shit, though,” he groaned, “And besides, it’s winter. I could get a cold or some shit.” Jeb momentarily stopped scratching P’s ear to look up at Melody, “The first time we met I fucked you in an alleyway. Pretty sure I’m a fan of kinky shit.”

“Fair enough,” she rolled her eyes and then patted Hades’ head when he barked at a snotty-looking poodle that reminded her of her mother’s dog. That spoiled dog. Hades would hate her in an instant. “Well fine, you can be the daddy but mommy isn’t going to spoil her kids rotten,” she chuckled and then pursed her lips, trying to stop herself from smiling. “You’re such a baby,” Melody groaned. “How can you be a daddy if you’re still such a kid?” Melody added before she told Hades to sit. “Well, maybe you’ve lost your touch since then.”

[melodysegond]

jeb-abrams:

“Nah, not into that shit,” he shrugged, his hands gliding over P as she seemed to be enjoying the belly rubs. “Does your momma not scratch your belly, P?” he said to her, but really it was towards Melody, “That’s so terrible! Daddy got ‘ya, don’t worry.” Jebediah had always connected with dogs a lot easier than with people. Sure, he connected with people easily enough, but he was still quite hesitant to open up to everyone. Dogs, on the other hand? He could act completely himself around them almost immediately. “Jacking off has been proven to relieve stress. Plus, would you rather me find other ways to relieve myself?” he teased, smirking up at her as he patted the bench beside him, although it was to invite Persephone up instead of Mel herself. “You want me to fuck you in this park?” he grinned, sitting back before continuing to scratch her neck, “Because that’s some kinky shit, babe.”

“Are you sure? You seem very into fucking,” Melody jokingly replied, but being who she was, she didn’t smile at her own joke. She didn’t smile, ever. Not unless it was necessary and not when she wasn’t at home. Other than making her feel things she found out she liked, Jeb made her smile and laugh even at his worst jokes. That’s what love can do to people. Even Melody. “I don’t spoil my dogs. Hades and Persephone are supposed to be tough, guard dogs not pets, to give them appreciation, you ought to only stroke their head a few times like giving someone a pat on the back, not rub their bellies. Daddies should be tougher than mommies,” she said, smiling inside when Jeb actually referred to himself as daddy. “Sure, you can maybe have a cold shower. Stick it in anywhere else and I’ll chop it off, I swear,” Melody crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “What? You don’t like kinky shit?”

[melodysegond]

jeb-abrams:

“Can’t fuck a dog,” he stated simply, scratching her belly as she rolled over as Hades watched on, still not sure what to think of his owner’s friend. Of course, there was a grin behind Jeb’s words, and he was hoping that she was catching on that he was indeed joking, but he was never sure. “My hand missed you,” he continued, just seeing how much she could take, “Went into a lot of cramps. I guess I underestimated the power of your mouth. Or even your own hand.” Wondering if that went too far, he tilted his head, the grin turning into more of a warm grin, “Of course I missed you, babe.”

“Oh? I thought you’d fuck anything that move and breathe,” Melody said as she watched Persephone warmed up to Jeb more and more. If he kept spoiling her, Melody would have to get involved. She trained her dogs for a reason. To not be spoiled. They were guard dogs, afterall. They should be as tough as they looked. The training worked for both Persephone and Hades. Until Jeb. Now it only worked for Hades, who stood by Mel’s side as his mate Persephone seemed to enjoy her playtime with Jeb. “You’re twenty now. You need to get rid of your teenage hormones and start working on your young adult ones. Jacking off everyday sounds pretty adolescent to me,” she rolled her eyes and patted Hades’ head, her way of giving him an apprreciation for not turning into what Persephone has successfuly turned into. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

[melodysegond]

jeb-abrams:

“Yeah,” he replied, smirking as he zipped up the bag before opening his arms to Persephone, “Do you want a fanfare or somethin’?” Of course, Jeb was teasing Mel. He’d been bored the last couple of weeks. He knew she was going to see her father, so he didn’t want to bother her too much by texting her a lot. He’d normally go over to her house numerous times per week, sometimes even sleeping over, and he hadn’t been able to do that, unless he wanted to just hang with her housekeeper - who was alright to talk to, but he wanted Melody. But of course, why would he give her the pleasure of hearing how much he’d missed her? He’d never hear the end of that.

Melody rolled her eyes defiantly. She thought about and missed Jeb every day and boy had she wished he was with her the entire time she was in France. She should have asked Jeb to come with her. It wasn’t like she had to introduce him to her parents. They’d already met. In fact, her father asked her about Jeb a few times. How he was, where he was, how were things between him and Melody. “Well, you’re giving her a better gesture. Should you start dating P instead of P’s mother, then?” Melody nodded her head at her female dog, who a few months ago would never warm up to anyone aside from Melody and Mrs. Henderson. “A fanfare sounds fitting, but a nice welcome home I missed you would’ve been enough. Or maybe you just didn’t miss me at all.”

[jeb-abrams]

Jeb had never really been an expert at controlling his emotions. Often dealing with them in ways he shouldn’t - whether through alcohol or drugs or just being reckless in general - and he hadn’t really found a way that he should. The turmoil felt within the Diamonds over the past couple of weeks had manifested itself inside of him, and he was feeling down about it. He’d coped with it through substances or, as a whole, just keeping to himself. That was the easiest way for him, and so it’d never been any different.

However, there he was, sitting in the middle of Central Park with a sketchbook in his hands and drawing away on the piece of paper. He’d always had a thing for art, and he hadn’t went out of his way to draw as a way of therapy, but it was keeping his mind off whatever was happening, and it was helping him. It wasn’t until he felt a figure watching over him did he look up, immediately shutting the book. “What’s up?” Jebediah asked, shoving it back into his backpack, feeling his cheeks burn slightly, being quite shy about his drawings.

[melodysegond]

“I haven’t seen you in two weeks and all I get from you is what’s up?” Melody smirked as she held on to Hades and Persephone’s leash. Two weeks ago, the blonde left New York City for Paris to see her parents. She wasn’t going to stay that long. In fact, she was only going to see her father opened his new office and then leave that night, but then she figured she could use a few days off. A few days eventually led to a week and a week quickly turned into two. Melody didn’t realize how much she missed Europe until she finally breathed its air. Paris was never her favorite place, but being her birthplace and the place she grew up in, Paris was forever etched on her brain and her heart.

[alexdiamonds]

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[alexdiamonds]

melodysegond:

“It was shitty. Well, it may sound cheesy, but I went to the thing for my boyfriend.” Melody was a decade older than Jeb and being with someone so young wasn’t very easy. They were good together, but sometimes, there are things Melody didn’t understand, such as the point of going to parties and dressing up as someone she wasn’t. “He’s trying, so I thought I’d try too. See if it’s as bad as I thought. And it was as bad as I thought.”

Melody nodded and then went to grab her crystal scotch decanter and then sat back down before pouring herself another glass. “Quick death would be a gift of that bastard,” she chuckled. “He’s done so much to us. I have no doubt he’d strike back. I wouldn’t call what we did to him tonight even, but none of us were playing fair. He’s going to strike back and we’re going to let him because, in the end, we’ll be the winning team. We’ll be the one putting an end to whatever game he’s playing. All we have to do right now is maximize our defense strategy. But, I mean, some offense wouldn’t hurt, either.” 

“The things we do for love,” he murmured, only half-joking, around the filter of the cigarette as he took his first drag, just savoring the burn and feeling some of the tension from the adrenaline ebb out of his body. People really did do a hell of a lot for those they cared about, whether it was something as silly as going to a Halloween party in costume, or something far more intense. “I imagine it’s…” He thought about how to word it, how to approach what he wanted to say without ending up on Mel’s bad side. “Is it hard for you? With what you do. Keeping that relationship going?”

Taking another drag, Alex nodded in agreement. “It’s never even. It escalates.” He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, surprisingly calm as he spoke. “I guess people like you and me are never going to be struggling for work. There’ll always be something to do. Someone who has to die.” He looked at her a second. “How do you think we end it? Wipe them all out?”

[melodysegond]

Melody silently agreed. Sure, she loves Jeb more than she’d ever loved anyone, but she’d only admit it to Jeb. She was an assassin and an interrogator. To be able to be feared and keep up appearances and convince people that she was the right person for the job, she must not show emotions. She must be able to separate her work and personal life. Before Jebediah, those two were absolutely the same thing. Her work life is her personal life. Before Jeb, work was always personal to her. Now, she has to learn to separate those two. “It hadn’t been the easiest, but I wouldn’t be me if I’d opt for easy, right?”

“People like us do not struggle. Really. Work’s always been easy for us,” Melody said. The blonde set her glass down and then extended her arm towards Alex, asking him to hand her a cigarette. “I always thought that I don’t have a heart. But come to think of it, I wouldn’t be so damned good with my job if I didn’t have my heart in it. Alex, everyone must die. No one is immortal. You and I…” she shrugged. “We just happen to decide who’s going to die sooner than the others. And to me, that is almost equivalent to immortality.” Melody simply chuckled before she answered Alex’s question. “Pretty much. Gangs, mobs, groups, are like snakes. To eliminate a snake, you simply cut off its head. The Hearts aren’t a regular snake. They’re like the Hydra of Lerna. The snakelike Hydra had nine heads. If one got hurt, two would grow in its place. To end the battle, Heracles cut off every head and burned the wounds so they wouldn’t multiply. This creature was created by Hera to kill Heracles. Since she was a Godess, Heracles couldn’t kill her, but killing the Hydra was a way to get to Hera since of course, Hera adored the Hydra. But Sixes is not a God. We can kill the Hydra before we eventually end Hera. We did nothing but toyed with one head tonight and they are going to grow stronger. We have to do more and we should start with one of the other heads. The Second in Command."

[alexdiamonds]

clocking out | melody

[melodysegond]

alexdiamonds:

“No, I didn’t think so, but there was free entertainment, booze - even if it was shitty.” The Halloween party had been eventful indeed, before he’d even actually arrived at the party itself, but he wasn’t about to divulge every detail that way. “It was my girlfriend’s idea - the costumes. I wasn’t arguing, though.” At least not right up until they ran into Matthew Hartwell, but he kept that bit to himself too, not exactly eager to relive it.

“I’m not disputing that. I’ve got plenty I’d like to tear him open for, trust me. I usually prefer to get my jobs done fast, but him - I’d like to see him suffer a little bit. Considering the whole subway thing - my girlfriend got caught in that. And a whole lot of other shit, too.” He took a sip from his glass of scotch, then nodded, holding the cigarettes out toward her once he pulled one out for himself, lighting up and then offering the lighter as well. “He’s going to strike back. We’ll have to hit back twice as hard. Raise the stakes.”

“It was shitty. Well, it may sound cheesy, but I went to the thing for my boyfriend.” Melody was a decade older than Jeb and being with someone so young wasn’t very easy. They were good together, but sometimes, there are things Melody didn’t understand, such as the point of going to parties and dressing up as someone she wasn’t. “He’s trying, so I thought I’d try too. See if it’s as bad as I thought. And it was as bad as I thought.”

Melody nodded and then went to grab her crystal scotch decanter and then sat back down before pouring herself another glass. “Quick death would be a gift of that bastard,” she chuckled. “He’s done so much to us. I have no doubt he’d strike back. I wouldn’t call what we did to him tonight even, but none of us were playing fair. He’s going to strike back and we’re going to let him because, in the end, we’ll be the winning team. We’ll be the one putting an end to whatever game he’s playing. All we have to do right now is maximize our defense strategy. But, I mean, some offense wouldn't hurt, either.” 

[jeb-abrams]

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Planning the Message | Ace & Melody

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lawrnxe:

A strange sense of comfort overcame Ace at the show of loyalty. There was no telling if it was genuine or not– while he had always been close to Melody, Ace held a similar position with most of his other assassins. He was by no means a cold leader, treating them as much like family as they were partners in crime. At her series of questions, Ace held up a hand. Stop. “We have time to work through that. I’m hoping, though, not to turn this into an absolute bloodbath. It’s a hit, not a massacre.” He said. The mission was daunting and carried with it a bevy of serious implications. This would be the continuation of escalating tensions between the Hearts and Diamonds, not to mention the provocation of any law enforcement that might hear of it. 

Ace had no concern for showmanship. He’d always been more of a stealth assassin than a shock assassin. He hid in the shadows and let the fear of the unknown do its work. Granted, five figures dressed to the nines in black would be just as petrifying, Ace didn’t want to risk any of his peoples’ lives. Though, nothing would bring Ace more comfort than to take them all out– especially Sixes. But everything had to happen in moderation, unfortunately. “The damage should be to personnel, not property. I’ll see if we can disable their systems. You know, remote override. If not, we might have to do some tampering.” Ace rubbed the back of his neck, tapping his heel. “Regardless, knowing you’re on board is more than enough.” He continued. “I want to know who you suggest we should bring.” Ace sighed. “I’ve got an idea who I want. Normally, I’d ask Bella, but this is– too delicate.” Realizing that he was rambling, he cleared his throat and collected his thoughts. “So, shoot.”

Loyalty was something Melody would honor for as long as she lived. She may be cold and heartless, but she was loyal and her loyalty to the people she cared about was undebatable. She was unquestionably loyal to Ace, to Jeb, and absolutely to Wren and the Diamonds. Melody pursed her lips and let out a chuckle. “Oh, Ace. You know better than to hold your hand up on me like that,” Melody fake pouted. “Hey, you’re the boss, but be that as it may, I really still don’t see the difference between those two. You know how I operate better than anyone else. I’m not disputing you here, darling. You may give the order, but how I carry it out is my business. Please let me have my fun. I promise it wouldn’t be too much.”

“Then by all means. I don’t care if I have to jump off a wall to get in and have the miserable Hearts guard tailing behind me. Actually, that’s where the fun is,” she grinned cruelly. “I am on board. Even if you hadn’t called me in and tell me about the plan. Scarlett. Alex. Ares? Those are the three bests. The only people I can think of, really,” Melody was beyond pleased that Ace asked her to tag along but she was more than pleased with his question. “Wait. Bella doesn’t know?” 

[jeb-abrams]

Visiting Hours || Mel&Jeb

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jeb-abrams:

Jeb continued to scowl as he listened to Melody, but he still listened. She was right. Well, partially. The reason he was lying was more complicated than just her being right, but she was right and it was part of the reason he was lying. When Mel brought up his mom, his scowl softened and he took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I just-” Jebediah began, “I just don’t want him to be bad, okay? And he isn’t bad, and I want him to never be bad again.” The adjective ‘bad’ was used so vaguely for a reason. He wasn’t so sure that Edward was inherently 'bad’, like so many people would probably claim he would be. Seeing his father was like seeing himself in a mirror, and had he not found the Diamonds or Melody, he’d probably have done basically the same thing. It scared him. He would get annoyed at his mom when she would freak out at him about going out to parties and other things of the sort, but it was only now when he knew his dad did he understand.

Jeb pulled off the highway, nowhere near where he’d normally pull off. He felt like he needed a break, and there seemed to be a McDonald’s every 20 minutes or so on the way back. Spotting one in the distance, he drove towards it. “What do you want from McDonald’s?” he asked, letting out a sigh. He felt like the day was nearly over, despite the fact that it was only around lunchtime.

“I know,” Melody turned to Jeb and sighed. “All I wanted in life was for my mother to be good, and for a long time I trusted her all the while trying not to get my hopes up. I know you don’t want him to be bad. I don’t want him to be bad, Jeb and meeting him today made me think that maybe he did change.” Melody managed to convince Jeb to give John a chance and meeting Edward made her believe that he, too, deserved another chance. “But giving him a chance doesn’t mean that you have to trust him fully. You’ll have time for that. Another time. Not right now. It’s way too fast. You still need to think about yourself. You need to prepare yourself. I don’t want it to happen, but you need to prepare yourself for if he disappoints you. Please be rational about this, Jeb. I love you. I know you’re happy getting to know him better, but I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Just some water,” she answered. “I’m cleansing I shouldn’t be eating carbs, fat and dairy stuff. I need to lose weight.” Melody has always been so careful with what she eats and very attentive of her body weight. She’s always refused to hire a personal trainer, but she’d come around to the idea of having someone to watch over her when she had no time to do it. 

[alexdiamonds]

clocking out | melody

[melodysegond]

alexdiamonds:

The scotch was a welcome offering that Alex took without hesitation, sipping it slowly. Fucked as she seemed to be, Melody had good taste, if that wasn’t already obvious from the fact that she’d worn fucking Louboutins to a crime scene. “We take what we can get, I guess. Sometimes there’s only a throat or two available.” It was curious, in a way, that Mel didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by any of it - seemed to enjoy it, even. That was something that had been on his mind more often than not lately when he stopped to look at himself, though he shrugged it off.

“Yeah, I guess not. I can’t imagine you dressing up, if I’m honest. But I guess that’s the time to do it. I managed to pull off a Superman outfit and a couple’s costume all at once, and I think I got through unscathed.” He shrugged where he sat, chuckling as she rolled her eyes. “Well, most of those girls were after one thing, and it had nothing to do with Halloween. At least they were honest about their intentions.” He took another small sip, humming in agreement. “We did. It’s good to get it done, and I’m always happy to see Sixes running with his tail between his legs, the fucker.” He got up and pushed the window open, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket. “You mind?”

Melody hummed in response. Melody believed in taking what she could get, but she also believed in taking things she couldn’t in the first place. Agree to disagree. The blonde raised her glass to her lips and sipped at the fine scotch she gave to herself as a gift when she first closed a deal as an investment banker. It was a mighty fine scotch, but it wasn’t as nice as the one she’d gotten herself after killing her first victim as an official Diamonds assassin. 

“Melody Segond and the word dressing up did not belong in the same sentence,” she agreed, staring at the amber liquid-filled glass. “Superman? Well, I can see you as superman. Well, I’m sure those girls stroll into the venue with the intention of seducing every guy available. And I heard they refused to put out,” she chuckled and then sipped at her drink, emptying it in one gulp. “Sixes deserved it. And more. You may be happy to see him with his tail between his legs, but I would not be fully happy and would stop at nothing to cut off his tail. And his legs,” she set her glass down on the table. “I wouldn’t mind if you share.”