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[opulcnts]

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[waystar-roycos]

Kendall & Rava Roy in SUCCESSION: S01E03 “LIFEBOATS”

Look, you want us to live separately, right? We don’t know why right now. You say you do. Now, that makes me unhappy. On the other hand, you claim—of course, I don’t believe you—that us being together will make you unhappy. So, one of us is going to be unhappy. I don’t see why it has to be me.

[ohmylcve]

closed starter for @opulcnts ! based on this and this. :))

"i've heard her voice." she says after a long silent time. everyone who knew katarina, also knew how cold she was towards showing emotions, towards actually feeling something. but not them. they knew kat's vulnerability, and that was precisely why she was there. "i know what i've heard."

[opulcnts]

some may have lied when confronted like so but not ayaz , for whatever his actions , he owned them fully . that , and it was futile lying to katarina . “ and i'm not denying it , ” he countered . though one could argue he could've dealt with things differently . “ i shouldn't have called . it's not fair . ” a man who cared little for fairness in his line of work , admitting faults— there was a first time for everything .

[chiiesa]

“‘You know what the problem is?’ he asked, ‘It’s not that I’m not enough, it’s that you’re empty. You’re just so goddamn empty and greedy that every single person on this fucking planet could love you and it wouldn’t be enough for you.’”

— Criticisms (#49: January 10, 2014)

[rosesonbreeze]

She can read his irritation immediately. Not like Nicholas has ever made a show of hiding how he felt about her; the good, the bad, and the annoying. With an unapologetic shrug, she places the napkin gingerly on her lap. "Then your night can only get better." Anna resolves, smoothing over Nicholas' comments with a smile. "Could you please top up my man's drink before he begins cursing to God?" Anna asks as the menu arrives, tapping her foot as she goes back and forth. "I'll have the linguine and a glass of wine." She finally decides, after too many long minutes of Nicholas waiting on her. Once the orders are taken and the drinks are served (or in Nick's case, redone), Anna breaks his irritable spell by placing her hand on his leg from beneath the table. "Stop frowning. You'll get wrinkles." She reminds, her hand soothingly running down his thigh. "Tell me about your day. Please." Anna finally softens, an unspoken apology and a call to move froward.

[opulcnts]

mild amusement clouded his features at anna's comment to the waiter ; there was no denying that she knew him well . it didn't take nic all too much time to decide on and confirm the mushroom fettuccine , sticking with the refill of his wine that anna had requested . and then . . . he waited . in moments like this, he often wondered whether she deliberated over things for longer than necessary on purpose . or perhaps she didn't consider it at all and it was merely something inherent that he had grown used to , despite his annoyance . he focused on her once again once the waiter had left them , a small sigh leaving him as she took it upon herself to alter his disposition . her touch did have a way of calming him down , even in some of his most difficult moments . “ alright , ” he chuckled lowly , putting aside the mood . “ the usual . jacques still has knives out for me , ” his competitor for the vice ceo position was unrelenting as ever , “ so i had the fortune of foiling another one of his attempts . ” to embarrass , belittle or show up . nicholas had done well to fend them off . although the target on his back would only get wider when the seat was officially his . “ i almost feel like i'm in a cross between a high school and westminster with no desire to be at either , ” he shrugged before putting his glass to his lips .

[graveston3s]

" it was simply a statement , i do not think that lowly of you . if i had , i wouldn't have married you . " emmaline would argue she is quite picky but with her track record , she was picky about the dating not the marriage aspect . her first husband it had been nerves , the hope for a better life and career . the second husband had been a miserable bastard , though he hadn't always been an alcoholic with far too traditional values for a woman who desired adventure and her own independence . xavier was her longest marriage , the only one that had really mattered and perhaps that was why she couldn't let him go . it wasn't only the children or reputation , a part of it was love too even if she was bad at showing it . " i think you're being a pessimist . " which they both were . " not at all but it should say something that i'm willing to try . "

[opulcnts]

there was that . despite the state they were in , there was no denying that they had once brought out the best in one another . and they were . . . electrifying . she was arguably the only woman who had brought xavier to his knees in both a metaphorical and literal sense . in fact , he took a great sense of pride in what their relationship once was . and here he was now , misreading her cues , part of which was due to this strange sense of nowhere they had found themselves in . “ right ,” he nods in an apologetic tone . xavier couldn't figure out when his pessimism had seeped into how he viewed their marriage , but hearing her raise the point made it that much more real . was he truly that obvious ? “ no , it does . you're right . ” he placed the empty glass on the side and took a couple of cautious steps in emmaline's direction . “ — let's give it a shot . i mean . . . there's something here that's worth trying , right ? ” something real . as strained as they were , the underlying foundations of their relationship were still there . he had not woken up earlier in the morning suddenly despising his wife . quite the opposite but he supposed that he had needed to voice some things .

[opulcnts]

self-control isn't my strongest suit so we have an updated muse page ✨

[opulcnts]

“ uhh . . . i love him , i hate him . i'm going to outsource it to my therapist . ”

[caravaggibro]

“I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.”

— Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ (via advotiya-raskolnikova)

[opulcnts]

“ —well , i mean , extortion is an ugly word . ”

[chinaofrps-deactivated20180604]

does the “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” au exist bc i need that fic

[opulcnts]

“ so , one of us is going to be unhappy. i don’t see why it has to be me . ”

[highfm]

she  is  focused  on  his  features,  examining  the  calamity  that  had  just  occurred.  although  the  deceased  was  her  target,  zac  was  now  brought  into  the  mix  by  what  was  done.  a  sigh  parts  her  lips,  as  slender  digits  comb  through  long  tresses.  trying  to  devise  a  plan,  the  only  thing  she  can  think  about  is  how  they  ran  from  the  scene  together  ...  him  never  shying  away  from  what  unfolded,  and  now  look  where  they  were.  umber  hues  divert  from  their  focus  on  the  other,  as  a  sigh  falls  from  her  lips.  his  words  imbued  concern,  yet  she  wonders  why  he  held  it  in  the  first  place.  "  you  thought  wrong,  zac,  "  she  confesses,  as  pearly  whites  start  to  nip  away  at  manicured  nails,  "  there  is  no  we  in  this  ...  this  is  my  mess,  and  you  just  so  happened  to  get  entwined  in  it.  "

[opulcnts]

he nodded , “ i know that now . ” having witnessed first-hand the way she took care of the deceased , zac thought himself to be an idiot for having thought she would need help . his eyes narrowed at her shutting down co-operation . despite whatever this was , he wasn't going to just leave it to her to deal with . selfishness coursed through his veins but this situation had sobered him up greatly . there was no going back and getting out of this , not even if she tried to put distance between him and the events of the evening . “ and i'm entwined now , so its a given that we . . . work together on this . i can arrange a disposal and although i don't have experience in all of this , i know the sooner we sort it out , the better . ” having finished scrubbing away the blood from his hands , he found himself wanting to ask why she had killed them but wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer .

[haleyatwell]

ADRIA ARJONA 3rd Annual Academy Museum Gala (December 3, 2023)

[rosesonbreeze]

"Oh Alex," she knows his name is Axel. Hears his name echo through the Dhar's compound like a curse. But spinning his name is one of the ways Indira teases and taunts. Seated in enemy territory, sipping on a double vodka soda. "Maybe I just came to see how fast the tortoise has gotten to the hare." A city divided - between Axel's enterprises, and her father's own. And Indira, the venomous woman in the middle, drifting closer to the enemy. "Aren't you going to join me?"

[opulcnts]

it warranted an amused scoff , the not-so-casual way indira called him by the wrong name . the jibe that followed was expected of her , even when in his territory . it was rare , refreshing . “ remind me how that fable ended again ? ” always used to looking down from the top floor of a high-rise , he didn't usually see competitors as equals , but could recognise the dhars tenacity . “ why not . ” he shrugged , unbuttoning his suit jacket before taking a seat beside her . “ we have a reputation of treating our guests well . i would hate to spoil it now . ”

[rosesonbreeze]

In the city that never slows down, Anna is still determined to run circles around it. It's how she finds herself strolling into her favorite fusion restaurant, exactly forty-seven minutes late, with her phone pressed against her ear. Unlike Nicholas, her work didn't stop with the closing bell, and she meets the agitated look in his eye with a shrug. "Tell him to call me when he gets up from whatever supermodel he's sleeping on." Anna says firmly into her phone, before depositing herself in the seat across from Nicholas. "Boy bands." She explains - her newest, shiniest client was a nineteen-year-old brit and his entourage. Always an adventure. "You're cross." She assesses immediately, reaching out and taking a sip of his drink. "Have you eaten? You're less cross when you've had carbs." Anna says, obnoxious to the point of endearment.

[opulcnts]

nicholas was renowned for attending work calls at the most ridiculous hours , most notably during the past few months . but it wasn't like ana's life , where clients were a constant . so it wasn't a surprise to see her making her way towards him , phone at her ear . when she settles across him , he murmurs at her explanation , and the lack of enthusiasm is not due to anything but his irritation at having been kept waiting . “ not in the slightest . i was having the time of my life . ” almost certain bets had been placed on whether or not he had been stood up . he finished the remainder of his drink and shook his head , “ —well , no . i didn't particularly fancy eating alone and then sitting and watching you eat when you arrived . ” whenever that may have been , he likely still would've been waiting , as much as it pained him to admit . he signalled at the closest waiter , who understood the cue for menus .

[highfm]

starter : closed for @opulcnts , and plot from here & here .

"  you  should  clean  up,  "  ire  fueling  her  veins,  as  she  pushes  past  them  toward  the  sink.  she  tries  to  rinse  her  hands  clean,  scrubbing  every  crevice  of  her  finger  tips  ...  trying  her  best  to  remove  the  blood.  it  wasn't  supposed  to  be  this  way,  granted  they  weren't  supposed  to  follow  her.  now  look  at  this  mess.  umber  hues  looking  to  the  other,  as  she  leans  against  the  counter,  "  why  did  you  follow  me  in  the  first  place  ?  "

[opulcnts]

“ uh , yeah . . . ” he mustered , arms lingered at his sides as he resolved to keep his hands a fair distance away from his trousers . when the sink was free , zac moved towards it gingerly , struggling to fathom what he was doing . washing someone's blood off of himself . for all the terrible things he had done over the years , this was unthinkable . the water turned crimson and he looked away , focusing on her instead . “ i don't know— i thought you might need help or something . ” how wrong he was about that . “ what are we going to do ? ”