♛ ice queen ♛

people say that i am heartless i've just learned to use my heart less quinn cassidy. xxviii. political strategist.

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milocxllum:

“Did you just tell me to relax?” Milo rose an eyebrow, looking at the woman who had stopped in front of him, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “People give me second glances for plenty of reasons, trust me. A murder is a new one,” he pointed out, pushing his hands into his pockets, “Is she worth the whole town’s gossip?”

Quinn arched a brow in his direction, scoffing under her breath. “I did, indeed tell you to relax. I didn’t mean to startle you, the word murder just stuck out.” She nodded, noting that he did seem familiar- in a ‘possibly famous in ways that didn’t impact her’ way, not in a ‘I must have seen you at the supermarket’ way. “I’ll bet.” She shrugged, not really wanting to get into her entire relationship with the deceased at the moment. “Everyone else seems to think so. She was rather well known. In a town like this, people are bound to talk.”

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Sure, in the future we could still be friends. I’ll just carry on as if you never broke my heart, and you as if I never reminded you that you had one.

(via librarps)

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Top three favorite people in Westbrook?

Her first though was, can I count myself? She could barely think of two people in her daily life that she didn’t want to throttle. “Probably Elvis, Dima- when he’s not being a massive dick, at least to me- and Jules.”

@elvislawson & @dimacroft & @julescallahan

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Any regrets?

Nothing came to mind when the question reached her ears. She doesn’t like to look back, it distracts her from her future plans and from dealing with the problems that come up in her everyday life. She doesn’t regret what she did with Alexis. She doesn’t regret destroying the careers of so many others. Thinking back to what happened back in high school.. she didn’t think about that anymore. It wasn’t worth thinking about anymore. “I don’t like to look back. What happened in the past is in the past.”

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three things that make you happy!

Quinn chuckled at the question, shrugging her shoulders. “Hm, let me think. 1) My cat, Dragon. She’s positively charming.. to me, anyway. 2) Lingerie. I fully subscribe to Dita Von Tease’s mantra that you should wear it every day. Doubles my confidence, honestly. 3) New pens. My planner is completely color coded and I couldn’t do that without my pens.”

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What's a song you're currently obsessed with?

“Someone once told me that I remind them of the song Horns by Bryce Fox, and it’s been an obsession ever since.”

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Do you miss Alexis?

The question struck her silent for a moment; she knew how she was supposed to respond but that didn’t always match how she genuinely felt. Her jerk instinct was to say no; she didn’t miss anyone, she didn’t care about anyone but herself. You tell a lie enough even you believe it. But she did miss her- in her own way. She missed having someone to manipulate, but Alexis impressed her. Alexis impressed her with exactly how quickly she achieved her potential, she impressed her with how she wrapped people around her finger, she was impressed with her tactics. But more than anything, Quinn missed having someone looking up to her, someone who cared about her, who needed her. As toxic as the relationship was, she did see the girl as a younger sister. After a moment, she answered simply, “Of course I do.”

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deckerxlowell:

The conversation unsettled him, though not because he believed that she actually had anything to do with the murder of Alexis Hawthorne. No, Decker had seen murderers before. In the faces of his family, in those that had worked on the NYPD force with him, and those that he had put away for the very thing he was currently investigating. But this woman before him, he didn’t believe that she had done it. Of course, that didn’t degrade the notion that she likely was capable of it; but he didn’t believe she was the one that killed Alexis. “You’ll be meeting with Higgins. He’ll have some additional questions for you. I have no say in your alibi, Ms. Cassidy.” He stood now, straightening his suit jacket, “Higgins will be finished soon. Can I get you anything to drink or eat while you wait?”

If you didn’t unsettle people, if you didn’t scare them just a little bit, what was the point? That was what her mother always told her. It was better to be feared than loved, in the eyes of Lorena Cassidy. She raised her daughter to be the same, to give off the aura of someone that could commit murder- both social and physical- without a second thought. It almost bothered her- the cruelty that ran through her veins burned bright enough that it was impossible for her to play innocent. She could never be someone who seemed pure of heart- there was always an edge to her ice. She smiled, the action tight lipped and pursed. “Of course not, Detective Lowell. Silly me.” She shrugged, settling into her seat as she looked at him. “Some black coffee would be delightful.”

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kaixcroft:

“Need me to show you the way?” he asked, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets. Malachi was sure she could probably find it herself, though it didn’t hurt to ask. Besides, he didn’t know her and it wasn’t like he had anything else to do. 

Quinn already knew the way to the oncology ward by heart- she’d spent more time in the hospital than she had in her own apartment. She could have simply declined his offer, but since her father’s illness, Quinn has found herself less willing to be alone. She didn’t particularly like people, but they distracted her. She nodded, “If you don’t mind, that is. I could use the company.”

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shaycampbell:

“No that’s usually saved for when I first wake up in the mornings. Right now you’re looking at the shell of a gal who’s spent all day on her feet.” Plus, Shay had potentially never even killed a spider, let alone tried to start a brawl in the middle of the street with a strange woman. “Nah, no worries. I’m not heartbroken.” Her gaze followed the other woman’s to the medical center behind them, easily connecting the dots. “Oh…” Her brows knitted together with genuine apology. “You got somebody in there then?”

“Long day, hm?” Quinn asked offering the woman a small smile. She was used to pleasantries- maintaining them was vital to upkeep her image- but after the day she had it was getting more and more difficult to manage. She was about to lose her father, and she knew it. He was her entire world growing up; truthfully, she wouldn’t know who she was without him and his approval. She nodded at her question, gesturing to the hospital. “Unfortunately, yes.”

[twofacedharveydent]

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raleighxmonroe:

Raleigh had just left the large building since Ryker had no idea what he was doing well enough for his own comfort. It was nothing personal. He just didn’t want to have another injury added to the list of the day he’s had. The boy never really like hospitals for the fact that it was usually from the memories associated with his mother’s alcoholism and the few times he had to go for the broken bones and once for pneumonia. What really made it a discomforting feeling was the smell of everything being sterile. He knew it was for the best, but that didn’t stop him from feeling nauseous. So, he took the first moment he was able to leave and quickly got out of the building, more focused on zipping up his coat that he wasn’t able to see Quinn until they bumped into each other. “Well you know what the grandparents say about phones…” Few times did he admit blame. And today wasn’t going to be one of those times. 

Quinn hated hospitals, she hated the smell of sick that never left your clothes, she hated the diseased patients that coughed, she hated that her father was dying in some disgusting room. She and her mother paid for the best care possible, but that didn’t make his slow process any easier. She could barely stand to be in any hospital, let alone the one where she had to watch her father breathe what could be his last breath. She was already on edge because of the hospital, bumping into someone only put her in a worse mood. She didn’t roll her eyes, though she would like nothing more than to slap the man’s snarky ass face. Nevertheless, she smiled, the action more tight lipped than usual. “Right, of course. You don’t seem like a grandparent, but I’ll bare it in mind.”

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dimacroft:

Dimitri didn’t have a good reason why his ass was late. What he considered part of his charm was more of a nuisance to everyone else, but Dimitri has found that he was never on time to any sort of function, even those his friends hosted. Though Quinn bordered more between a sexual interest and someone he could talk shit with, she still fell under that catagory. A few knocks on her door and Dimitri was being handed a glass of bourbon, his smile dazzling as he tipped his head in thanks. “Oh, please. Don’t be dramatic. That’s my job.” He stepped into Quinn’s place after pressing a quick kiss to her cheek in greeting. “And it looks way better on me, love. You have shit to talk, you said?”

Quinn didn’t expect an answer for why Dimitri was late- it wouldn’t suit him, anyway. She rather enjoyed Dima’s company, he was gorgeous to look at and he didn’t fall for all the suburbia bullshit that was in place in Westbrook. She opened the door wider, allowing him to slip inside. “Awe, come on, Dima. I’m so good at it.” She chuckled at his comment, smirking as he pressed his lips to her cheek. “Debatable, but I’ll let you believe it.” She groaned as he mentioned shit talking, nodding. Her smile slid of her face, a look of pure judgement replacing it instantly. “Yes, you are not going to fucking believe this shit. So, Walker dragged me in for questioning again and I kept seeing this one old woman- J something, I’m not sure, she’s irrelevant. But she was just sitting in the middle of the station, just waiting there. And she kept attempting to do Hail Mary’s or whatever the fuck when I passed by her and calling me the child of the devil’s. Excuse me, Janice, I am the devil, you demented cunt. Do you really not have anything better to do than wait in the station, looking for gossip? She doesn’t have that much time left, Dima. She really shouldn’t be wasting it on me.”

[lionsarchive]

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

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elvislawson:

       After the day he’d had, it was safe to say that a trip to the hospital was a little break from all that was going on. Between work, trying to wrangle his siblings and all of the shit going down after the train, he thought it was a little funny how a simple check up with his doctor was perhaps almost like a vacation from all of that. He’d just managed to wrap up with the nurse and get his prescription sent in to be refilled and was headed out to his car when he’d glanced down at his phone, not paying the slightest bit of attention to his surroundings. It wasn’t until he’d collided with someone that his attention had shifted.  “ — Shit. I’m so sorry. ” The male apologized, pocketing his phone quickly as he took a step back to make sure that he hadn’t caused any damage, only for his eyes to befall an old friend. “ Quinn? Hey! ” To say that it had been a while was saying something. They ran in to different circles, but Elvis’ still held the girl in high esteem. “ C’mon, bring it in. ” The mechanic beamed, opening his arms up for a hug from his friend. 

Quinn opened her mouth, ready to say something biting with a smile on her face. However, her words died in her mouth upon seeing who she ran into. “Oh, my god, hey!” Her friendship with Elvis always confounded a lot of people- herself included. He didn’t have much to offer her in terms of fame or money- which were her primary reasons for cozying up to people. But she actually enjoyed his company. His good nature and kindness had seemed to wear her down and she grew to care about him. Though she would never admit it to herself. As her parents always drilled into her head- caring for others only lead to weakness- and she refused to allow herself to be weak. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t show her internal struggle on her face. She beamed at him, meeting his embrace with one of her own. “It’s so good to see you, El.” She pulled back, smile still on her face. “How’ve you been?”

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julescallahan:

A smile was the first thing to greet Quinn when Julian turned around, his eyes shining at the familiar voice. He scratched at his neck automatically, a nervous habit, and scuffed the bottom of his shoe against the floor before replying. “I never said I wasn’t,” he grinned, before wrapping his arms around her. “Sorry, I got caught up in…” family shit, he wanted to say, but held his tongue. The idea of him and Maverick fighting made him feel more than a little ashamed. “…some shit. I wasn’t avoiding you.” Pulling away, Julian hummed and tucked a piece of Quinn’s dark hair behind her ear. “Who could resist you?”

Quinn watched the nervous ticks with barely concealed interest. She was curious as to what was bothering him, though she wouldn’t ask. One, it wasn’t something that she did- get involved in the personal lives of the people she was fucking- and two, it was his business. She doubted it impacted her in the slightest, anyway. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Lovely to hear, darling. I was worried.” She teased, apparent that she, in fact, wasn’t the least bit worried. That was the upside of being so confident- read: arrogant- she never felt worried people weren’t attracted to her. She leaned into his touch, smirking. “No one, apparently.”