The future gets written today

Known to the world as Stanley Merchant. Actually Jack Merchant. 43. Owns an empire. Too rich for his own good. Philanthropist. Generous. Has a past you would never have guessed. Lonely and he likes it. Loving father. Do not underestimate. Never assume....

[01ee01]

[merchantfinesse]

songofthetides:

“Toutes les salles devraient etre pour danser!”

“All right, I guess that would be a bad first impression, wouldn’t it? Is she here?”

“Je ne veux pas manquer de respect, mais ce charme ne vais pas de bon augure dans ce cas. L'occupant n'a pas de sens de l'humour.”

“You are fortunate that she is not. Only Violet can enter in her absence, and even that lays in context.”

[merchantfinesse]

songofthetides:

“On tiendra la distance malgré tout ceux qui nous condamne.”

“Si vous tenez à votre vie , vous ne serez pas en train de danser dans cette salle.”

“Ms Storm will not be pleased.”

[seaxwitch]

Gathered in a crowd of slim women with dark hair, husky laughter would drip from the witch’s vicious tongue, presenting herself in all her glory, suit and high heels, speaking in something other than a language known by men.

Every so often, ethereal violet orbs would scan throughout the area, searching for a new prey, or a new threat. But what she found was far more surprising.

It was the voice that caught her attention, but his tone was different with this one, it was kind, sweet, –it left her with a bittersweet taste of curiosity, or even jealousy? She could not tell. To a being that had never experienced rejection before, this was a road of uncertainty, and she despised those.

Excusing herself from the coven of witches, she steps forward, heels clicking against the tiled floor with precision, a hand toys with the pendant of her necklace as she opens her mouth to capture his attention. 

“Small world, no?”

[merchantfinesse]

The familiarity is almost grating to his ears, and his companion is accosted with the wilting of pleasant features — darkening almost tangibly as he lifts a palm to cover his face, slowly dragging it down; lips pressed in obvious dismay since his profile was  partially obstructed from view, thus privy only to the one who stood before him.

It’s as if he’s simply not destined to ever be free of  the wretched overdraft of his past. Of a world that had no place in this one. The same could be said for him, but unlike certain gnats he has no qualms in assimilating. He does that quite well. To adapt. To evolve. To climb.  A concept the aforementioned gnats would never hope — or bother to grasp. 

Hands coming to rest on either side of his hips, he braces with a heavy sigh, eyes cast up to the sky as he offers himself a brief interval before hanging his  head in resignation, foot tapping slightly. He offers Selina a tight albeit reassuring smile before he turns. 

As soon as he lays eyes on her it’s as if a wrecking ball of sinking dread drives right into his chest. Like for a split second he’d hoped for the impossible that no his ears had been mistaken. Jack was many things and despite all his hard work, to make the Merchant brand in this world from scratch, he had counted himself quite fortunate. 

Looks like he’s run out of LUCK. 

“Like almost everything that has the misfortune to enter your realm of misperception, I find that to be ... quite  the underestimation.” 

He can sense his stand-in assistant’s hostile tension radiating off her in droves. A hand reaches out absently, and he mutters a quick dismissal for her to wait elsewhere. 

“Is there something you want from me or are you just going to sashay around me with an air of misguided  hubris, delivering dramatic dialogue like you always do?” 

He is calm, as he usually is. Poised as he presses another tight, but polite smile at a passer-by who recognises him and bows with humility his way. But he surveys her with a clear dose of caution that reflects in his sky-laden gaze. No more bleeding KISSES to be had surely. He was barely free of the nightmares, as if the ones he already suffered from on the regular hadn’t sufficed.

[berriesandhibiscus]

[gawaines-blog]

[x]

[merchantfinesse]

Despite a lanky sturdy stature, he is bent slightly,  listening  to  his  shorter,  rather  strikingly familiar companion with rapture in the bustling streets of Shanghai.

“The meeting with Wei Ming is tomorrow right? Good. How about tonight we all go to that place you really liked on the second day for dinner? My treat.” 

It is always his treat. 

He smiles kindly, pale blues twinkling as she responds, clamouring to check for the umpteenth time that day that his affairs for the rest of the day were in order. Nodding with amusement,  he  reaches  over  and  brushes  a  spot  of  debris  caught  in the strands of hair falling past her face.

[kingbythesea]

"Then I’m happy to hear she’s made a good friend. Under a spell or not, I worried about her back in the other land. This place might be the best thing to happen to us.”

[merchantfinesse]

“I am proud of my daughter, and  I love my family. But I’m also not blind, Violet is not exactly the best influence.  And  Chloe  seems  to   think the world of her. That worries me.”

[seaxwitch]

"Then look away, elsewhere, anywhere,  —————shoo.”

[merchantfinesse]

“Ahaa. So much resistance.  And you still come here.  Of restless heart the restless  mind will wander. A dilemma. Which you pretend is not  happening by telling me to shoo.”

[seaxwitch]

“Don’t look at me, I’ve barely gotten back from my trip just yet.”

[merchantfinesse]

"I was looking. You were coming. Now you are here. For what?"

[melissays-blog1]

Juhi Chawla & Madhuri Dixit Photoshoot for Filmfare - Behind scenes

[refinedqueen-blog]

【❥ℜ】—

❝ yes, dear, i am salting a turnover, but it brings out the flavor, so promise me you will at least try it. ❞

[merchantfinesse]

( And the glare intensifies. )

                    I DON’T LIKE SALT REGENIE. First you nearly kill me by daring me up a bloody tree NOT MEANT FOR CLIMBING and now you feed me salt.

[merchantfinesse]

You put salt in my turnover.

[kingbythesea]

"Thank you, I can say this is the first time I’ve felt safe from…my wife. Still makes me uncomfortable to say it. I also heard you helped Chloe when she ran off to the city, it looks like I owe you a lot. Whatever I can help with, just let me know.”

[merchantfinesse]

"Well I’m afraid it’s not as noble as it sounds. She wouldn’t quite have been  so  certain  I’d  have been so accommodating if my daughter had not helped her. Seems they’re thick as thieves.”

[kingbythesea]

"My daughter speaks very highly of you, thank you for letting us stay here. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, I’m Eric.”

[merchantfinesse]

"Stanley Merchant. You can stay as long as you like. She can't find this place unless I  or my daughter will it. Violet's not here so. Consider yourself perfectly safe."

[screwupwithflair]

"My…parents? You knew them? Who are you? How could you know me and both my parents when I don’t even know who my father is? If you’re going to avoid my questions again, just know I won’t give up until I have answers.”

[merchantfinesse]

"Then by all means come with me. You'll both need support when it  all ... Unravels."

[screwupwithflair]

"You raised her? For some reason, I’m going to trust you on that. Just know that I spent a lot of time trying to be a goblin slayer so if you hurt Violet, you’ll deal with me. She’s living with Belle in the apartment above the library.”

[merchantfinesse]

"Oh I know all about that."

"Who do you think gave you the idea. Your parents truly resented me for it."

"Well you live with the cards you're dealt."