once more into the crowd

Too much paperwork, too little time...

Exactly.

Such love, Rilas. I'm overwhelmed.

Too much paperwork, too little time...

Mmm… this is why I leave these things up to you.

Because you don't know a 1120 from a 10F? Exactly. Because it's clearly not my charming personality.

Too much paperwork, too little time...

bishopinplay-blog

I’d like that…I think. Though it might be a bit before I can start working. I just….this are weird without the coke. I have to sort my head out…as best I can

#bishopinplay #talk: little brother #talk: simon

Well, god knows I won't be letting you back on that side of the business, but you have a good head for numbers and you know how we work... Talk to me about job opportunities when your head is screwed on straight, honeg.

Too much paperwork, too little time...

bishopinplay-blog

Wow…working in an office sounds scary….

#bishopinplay #talk: little brother #talk: simon

You'd be terrified, darling. Perhaps I can get you in here as a paralegal

Too much paperwork, too little time...

Then you should rest.

No time, too much work to be done. End of the financial year is upon us.

#talk: rilas

Too much paperwork, too little time...

Yet you said you knew it was a Saturday.

Clearly I'm too exhausted to even know what I've said, darling.

Too much paperwork, too little time...

bishopinplay-blog

…you could always be some gun weilding maniac, shooting up an orphanage. I mean…that sounds more insane than working at 10 in the morning on a Saturday.

#bishopinplay #talk: little brother #talk: simon

That also sounds like more fun.

Too much paperwork, too little time...

Technically it’s only 9:30. Ahead of yourself, are you?

I've been in since 7, I don't even know what day it is, let alone the time!

tables turned // rithel [backdated to february 28th]

Rion let out a choked noise, because honestly he couldn’t believe any of what he was hearing. He couldn’t do this anymore, or he was going to explode. And not in an angry way, no, in a rather pathetic and emotional way. He had actually had the worst day from hell and now here she was… shoving all of these lies down his throat and he just couldn’t take it. He couldn’t handle this anymore. He scoffed and shook his head, unable to understand why she was being like this. “Are you kidding me? I’m the heartless one, Mae? I’m the horrible one? Do you even hear yourself, Maethel? Do you honestly? Because I don’t think that I’m the heartless or robotic one here, I’m not the one who doesn’t react.” What did she want from him? For him to hit her? Well god, that wouldn’t happen. He wasn’t that type of guy. He wasn’t going to hit a woman, god… That was so deeply against his moral system.

He gaped at her, having no idea how to go about this… how to go about it anymore because he was so upset he just wanted to outright scream at her, so he did the only thing he could think of doing; he tried to leave. Throwing his hands up and letting out a choked scoff, he turned and moved, putting his hand on the doorknob and twisting, every intention to storm out and not turn back around.

“Stop walking away from me!” The shrill edge to her tone was almost piercing. His words barely registered with her, the irritation bubbling under her skin so fierce that all she could hear was the pounding of blood in her ears. Her cheeks heated up as he threw her words back at her, and her vicious rage intensified at his implication that she was the heartless one, that she was robotic. “Fuck you, Eldirion. You know nothing about me, stop pushing your own faults onto me.” She almost snorted as he reached for the door, and she wrenched him around, glaring at him. “It’s locked, you absolute fool. God, you can’t do anything right, can you?” She sneered at him and moved towards the door, miscalculating slightly and stumbling. She let out a small squeak and regained her balance by grabbing at the nearest thing to her, Rion.

"For fucks sake," she hissed, glaring down at her carpet, where her heel had snagged. "Don’t even think about laughing," she shot towards the man, not looking at him as she kept her palms flat against his chest, trying to unsnag her heel from the carpet. "Because I know you want to, because you’re nothing but a no good, cowardly, obno—" She twisted to look at him, blood still crashing in her ears, voice getting more and more shrill as she spoke, and before she knew exactly what she was doing, before she could really register what her body was doing, she became acutely aware of the fact that when she’d stumbled, she had fallen right up against him, became acutely aware of the fact that she was pressed against the hard line of his body. She blinked, and looked at him (really looked at him, for the first time ever), and stopped her own vicious tirade as she leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth, hands moving to his shoulders to steady herself. And who fucking knew what brought that on.

tables turned // rithel [backdated to february 28th]

Rion sighed out and turned, about to leave before she spoke again and he paused. Not worthy of being a Sindarin… did she really just…? He turned, anger already bubbling in his chest. She could tell him he was less of a man for reasons he didn’t fucking care, she could tell him that he was horrible and arrogant and smug and all of those things that he wasn’t, but if it was one thing that Rion was proud of, it was being a Sindarin. And she wasn’t allowed to take that away from him. There was no way in hell, and there were so many things that he could say. He could ask her if she thought she deserved the title more than him and laugh, he could be absolutely cruel, but no. That wasn’t him. So he would rage, though he would rage silently.

And then she went off again. She blocked him, and he sighed out, gripping his fists together as he let his head fall down. But then there it was again…. Did she know how much he had sacrificed? Everything he had done? And so he rounded on her. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the hate, the anger, the pointless rage. So he stood up a little straighter and stared down at her. “You know I usually take it, but right now I’m not having this shit. I’ve had the worst fucking day, and you know, the funny thing is I could sit here and fucking tell you all of it and you’d probably think I’m lying.” He laughed outright, shaking his head and speaking elaborately with his hands. “Where the hell did the animosity come from? I didn’t do anything to you, and I never fucking have! I try to be nice to you when you tear into me and try and bring me down, and for the most part I brush it off but I’m tired of it. I can’t take it anymore, Mae.” He looked at her seriously, shaking his head.

"Don’t fucking walk away from me," she hissed, watching as he tried to move. He rounded on her then, stared down at her, and she didn’t flinch. No, Maethel Niriel was made of nerves of steel and stronger stuff than most people gave her credit for. "Oh, you had a bad day? Poor baby, do you want me to hold your hand and tell off the bad people who upset you?" Mae sneered, rolling her eyes at him. That was typical of people like him. People who pretended to be good, and sweet, and kind, when they were really just manipulative, cruel, and would, ultimately, destroy you. And Mae knew better than most that you had to destroy them before they could get to you. Rion Eldirion was everything she was afraid of. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She threw her hands up in exasperation and took another step closer to him, outright glaring at him now.

"You never did anything to me? Is that a fucking joke? You are such a pretentious, obnoxious fucking bastard, walking around like you’re better than this, better than us, better than me. You’re lying to yourself if you think you’re a nice person.” She took a step closer, a challenge, and she was only inches away from him, her face set, daring him to do something, anything, to confirm or deny her accusations. She almost pushed him again, and her body language said that, her hands moving slightly, sharpish, like she would. “You never fucking react, Eldirion. You think you’re so much better than that, like you can just let the world pass you by without giving a fuck. Well guess what? That’s not fucking normal. Come on. Say something. Do something. Fucking—” She raised her hands again, ready to push him. “React already!”

tables turned // rithel [backdated to february 28th]

If there was one thing that infuriated him most of all, it was the fact that Mae had this weird opinion of him that wasn’t justified in any way. She made up in her head that he was rude to her, because in all reality he had never been rude to her a day in her life, not even when he felt horrible. He’d never been outright bad to her, but yet for some reason she thought that he was the worst. She thought that he insulted her, and was arrogant and horrible to her but in all reality it was always her that did that to him. Oh well, he supposed that it was true that people projected their own insecurities onto others… It just didn’t make sense to him at all, and it grated on his nerves a great deal whenever he was just trying to have a civil conversation with her.

He sighed out and held out the folder with the information on a bunch of different members of the Russia mafia for her. “Here,” he muttered, holding it out. “I don’t see what you need me for anymore, so if you don’t mind I’d like to just go,” he said tightly. He just… didn’t want to deal with it right now. He didn’t know if he could deal with it right now. He was already on the verge of breaking down because his day had been so horrible, he didn’t want to deal with this.

The proffered folder made her angry. She couldn’t explain why, nor did she really care to figure it out. Instead, she took it from him, a little more roughly than was strictly necessary, and shoved her supplementary papers inside of it, dropping it neatly into her bag. That would be enough light reading for the evening. After all, it was she who had suggested a further involvement with the Bratva on their dealing side, and that meant she had to know more about them. She needed to understand them, so that she could get more out of them. But… She rounded on Rion, rolling her eyes. “Will you please stop being so self pitying, Eldirion? It’s not becoming of a Sindarin.” She paused, giving him an appraising look. “Of which you really aren’t deserving of the title.”

She began to move towards the door and then frowned, and turned around, fingers resting lightly on the door handle. But instead, she let her hand drop lightly to the lock, and she turned it, before looking back at him. “No, you can’t go. You know why? Because you’re too fucking pathetic to even try. Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now?” She took a step towards him, an irritation burning in her gut that she couldn’t quite place. “Do you ever react to anything, Eldirion? Do you? Because you’re nothing like any other fucking Sindarin. Do you even belong here?” For some reason, vitriol spilt from her lips like water. She raised her hands and pushed him slightly, irritation in every step. “Do you even fucking care about what people have sacrificed to get here?”

tables turned // rithel [backdated to february 28th]

Rion sighed out as he stepped off of the elevator and moved toward Mae’s office door, folder gripped tightly in his hand perhaps a little bit too tight. Today had just been… awful. Completely and utterly awful, and he was not looking forward to whatever shit Mae had to dish out to him, because he knew what she was going to say was going to be downright nasty, as it almost always was, and for once he didn’t know if he could handle it. Of course he would, he’d roll his eyes and stand there, taking blow after blow against whatever it was she was going to throw at him, and then he’d have to turn around and walk out and just… take it. Take it as he always did, and it was so exhausting, really. But tonight was different. Tonight he couldn’t promise he would keep his mouth shut.

Swallowing, he lifted his hand to knock tentatively on the door, ignoring the exhaustion that thrummed through his body as he waited for her to answer. She was sure to be angry over the fact it was so late, but they had never established a time (she had just said Friday night) and he got caught up with work, so sue him. He inhaled deeply and waited for a response, shifting slightly where he stood.

The clock ticked by minute after minute as Mae sat at her desk, glaring absently at the unmoving door. When Rion had said that he would be by Friday night, she hadn’t actually expected it to be Friday night. It was almost 8 pm, and, well, there was no chance she was making it to that party that Violet had mentioned at lunch the week before. She swore quietly, making to move for the liquor cabinet she kept in the corner of her office. Perhaps, she mused, cracking her back as she stood in those ridiculous heels she loved so much, she was drinking a little too frequently lately, but it mixed well with the ketamine she habitually took when she got home and… well, it was nice.

A knock on the door startled her away from reaching the bottle of wine, and within moments, she had pulled open the door and was glaring at the tall, blonde form of Orion Eldirion. “Finally,” she muttered, jerking her head and motioning him into the office, shutting the door behind him and shaking her head. “Took you long enough to get here. What, had to stop and prep your insults for the night, or something?” She walked to her desk, grabbing her pen and a few supplementary papers from it before turning. “Let’s go, Eldirion. You were late, and I have shit to do, so stop pretending to look pathetic and lets get this over with.”