do the stars gaze back?

“Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.” 1x1 sci-fi rp. They are an assassin with an adeptness for poisons but they're currently trying to bring down a crime funded cult.

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

“Shoot for the head, as they say.” Laszlo took a seat as well. “Please, be my guest. I’m quite curious to see your remedies in action.” He had never been one for poison, himself, but found it quite interesting. “Death is the only cure for what many of these people have.”

“It took me a while to get this one to work the way I wanted to so unless it will be interesting and I’m hoping rather entertaining to see it in action. Though it should do the job even if it doesn’t react the way I planned. Still one of the upcoming events would be a great showcase.”

[eyeblogaboutnothin]

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

“Neither am I.” But he had an excellent poker face, which worked just as well in many situations. “We need to find out where they stand. Which ones might flip. Which ones are loyal to the end. Which ones profit the most.”

“Straight to the top then. Good, I like a direct approach.” Nova pulled out a chair from the small kitchen table moving around to sit down as she did. “Can I have one first? I understand if you say no, it’s just I think I’ve perfected a new ‘herbal’ remedy that I would like to test out.”

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

“Nor mine.” He had never been one for relationships. It wasn’t advisable in his line of work. But even those times he had developed feelings, the idea of being tethered to one person forever had never appealed. “Seeming at ease is the most important thing if we want to maintain consistency. From there, acting convincingly in love will be much easier. Besides,” Laszlo added. “The cultists are hardly the most well adjusted people, especially the higher ranking ones.”

Nova listened to what he said with consideration and it made sense in many ways but the only real look at marriage she ever had was her parents. They were more than just people used to each other, still she was never that good of an actor or liar so it was probably just as well Laszlo didn’t suggest anymore then a general ease. “I was never that much of an actor so you’re probably right. I never expected any well adjusted people here though. Speaking of which, did you have something in mind for said people?”

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

Laszlo nodded in agreement. “It’s absurd, isn’t it? As a concept.” Marriage was never something he had considered, and he didn’t feel married now. But that was to be expected, given the arrangement. “Well, as long as we can look used to each other…”

“Completely. Can’t say it was ever in my immediate plans.” Or any plans. Nova thought but didn’t bring herself to say, it was too personal to reveal even to her husband. “Used to each other? Wow, such a high aim. I think they’ll be expecting some a bit more, don’t you?”

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

Laszlo looked through the contents of the fridge, choosing a few things before shutting the door. He chuckled at her next statement — it was true, after all. Two assassins looking to destroy a criminal cult, and they were discussing sandwiches. “Well, that’s marriage,” he quipped, dryly.

It was weird to hear that. They were married. It’s not like there was anything wrong with Laszlo, he was good looking and from their conversations seemed a decent enough person. Discounting his occupation which of course Nova did because she wasn’t really in the position to discriminate there. “Yeah, that’s going to take some getting used to.” 

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

He tried not to be too wary of her enthusiasm — after all, killing him at this point in time would work against her interests. But wariness had kept Laszlo alive, and being back in the cult’s territory had put him on edge. Following Nova into the kitchen, he looked into the fridge. “I was just going to fix a sandwich. Something quick.” He shrugged. By now, he was hungry enough that he didn’t really care.

Nova couldn’t help but sigh, sandwiches were boring, just slap something between a couple of slices of bread and that was it. How dull. Still she could understood the ease and admit it was an easy meal when you’re hungry. “Well there’s plenty here to choose from.” She backed away from the fridge allowing Laszlo a better look in. “This is the weirdest conversation we’ve ever had. It’s so normal.”

[novaseong]

laszloshor‌:

“Well, first, I’m going to eat something,” Laszlo shrugged. He hadn’t eaten in nearly a day, but hadn’t felt it at all until just now. Although he guessed that the company of an acclaimed poisoner was enough to put anyone off food. “And then…we can plan our first steps.”

“That... sounds good, planning is easier on a full stomach.” She replied eagerly walking into the kitchen which although not massive was more then big enough to suit her needs. There seemed to be plenty of storage and she was already mentally planning where to put her things. “Anything in particular you fancy?” Nova asked pulling open the fridge and seeing what, if it actually had anything inside. 

[laszloshor]

Laszlo’s first action upon entering their new quarters had been to scan them for bugs, a tiny sensor of his own invention in his hands as he toured every nook and cranny. Finally satisfied that they weren’t being surveilled, he spoke for the first time, turning to look at Nova. “So it begins.”

[novaseong]

Nova watched Laszlo rummage around for a while but that quickly got boring instead her eyes wandered over their quarters, taking in the space that would be their new home wondering how long they would end up staying. She spotted the kitchen and began to move towards it when Laszlo spoke to her. “So it does. What do you want to do first?” 

[charmianross-deactivated2021100]

Doona Bae for Elle Korea June 2017.

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

I don’t have any boundaries about films. I don’t think Hollywood blockbusters are better movies – they’re different kind of films, and I want to do both. I’ll do whatever I want. I’ve always been like that.

[pallhas]

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

— Dylan Thomas, from Do not go gentle into that good night. (via megairea)