whispers in the alleyways, Ā deals sealed in the shadows of something bigger, Ā something louder. Ā it is not the kingpin at the top of the tower or the gang war setting the streets ablaze ā it is the quiet rot in the foundation, Ā the overlooked cancer spreading while gothamās gaze stays fixed on grander evils.Ā
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it thrives in the cracks, Ā in the spaces between power, Ā where desperation meets opportunity. Ā a secondhand crime, Ā a footnote in the cityās endless ledger of sin, Ā but no less dangerous for being unseen. Ā it doesnāt demand headlines. Ā it doesnāt need to. Ā it simply exists, Ā weaving itself into the fabric of gotham like a thread of decay, Ā waiting for the moment when no one is looking.Ā
DEATH WAS INEVITABLE , FINAL. though , the flesh coiled around muscle & bone proved otherwise. the blood that pumped through veins & BEATING heart were a true sentiment that allison argent was very much ALIVE. how ? how in the hell was this even possible ? to be brought back from the dead , nonetheless. the woman had so many unanswered questions ā but the shockwaves of it all hadnāt subsided just yet.
the first person that came to mind was him. elias & her shared a history so deep , that not even death could tear them apart ( allegedly. ) allison was so wrapped up in the idea of seeking comfort from the last person who had shown her kindness , warmth , LOVE ā that she didnāt even plan what to say , what explanation to give. truthfully , she was confused by the whole ordeal herself & didnāt have any adequate answers.
so there she stood , a ghost from the past ā quiet & utterly frozen as honey colored hues stare into those familiar eyes. god, how she had missed him. the male appeared a bit different from what sheād remembered , more worn. lines upon forehead had deepened , bags underneath eyes held a weariness that wasnāt quite there before. i thought you were dead , i never thought iād see you again. his words cause a pang of GUILT & sadness to wash over her. āi know..ā was all she could muster while allowing him to gain his bearings & come to terms with the startling revelation of it all. the brunette attempts to find the words to ease his mind , but ends up falling short. so instead , she pulls him in for a tight ā heartfelt embrace. āiām here , elias.ā she utters in a tone barely above a whisper while hand comes up to cradle the back of his neck. āi have no fucking idea how , but iām here.ā
elias swallowed hard, Ā his throat tight as he forced the words past his lips, Ā though they came out hoarse Ā & Ā jagged. Ā āi thought you were dead, ā he muttered, Ā as if saying it out loud would somehow make sense of the impossible. Ā his body went stiff, Ā a thousand questions swirling in his mind, Ā but none of them could form clearly enough to ask. Ā he took a hesitant step back, Ā his gaze fixed on her as though afraid she might disappear if he blinked. Ā āi buried you, Ā allison. Ā i buried you. . . Ā & Ā i had to move on. Ā i had no choice. ā his voice caught in his chest, Ā the weight of those years without her pressing down on him with a suffocating force. Ā he clenched his fists, Ā the faint burn of old scars digging into his skin. Ā āi had to. ā
the words were coming too fast now, Ā & Ā the familiar rush of anger, Ā confusion, Ā & Ā guilt all mixed together in a storm he couldn't control. Ā his sharp, Ā steady gaze faltered for just a moment, Ā his mind scrambling for any logical explanation. Ā āi donāt ā i donāt understand. Ā you were a ghost to me, Ā allison. Ā i had to. . . Ā pretend you were gone for good. Ā for so long, Ā i thought you were. Ā & Ā now. . . ā he shook his head, Ā disbelief clear in the lines of his face. Ā he ran a hand through his hair, Ā the movement almost mechanical, Ā like he was trying to get his bearings again.Ā he hated this feeling of vulnerability, Ā of being caught off guard, Ā but sheād managed to break through his defenses with nothing more than her presence.Ā
for a moment, Ā he was quiet, Ā as if struggling to process it all. Ā his jaw tightened as his eyes locked onto hers, Ā searching for any answer, Ā any explanation. Ā the part of him that held tight to his principles ā the part of him that kept everything in order, Ā every situation mapped out ā was failing him. Ā āi donāt know what to do with this, ā he admitted quietly, Ā his voice almost breaking. Ā ābut iām not going to let you just walk away again. Ā not after everything.ā Ā his tone softened, Ā his emotions betraying the hard edge he usually kept.Ā
full name: cecelia morales
nickname(s): cee, la madrina (used sarcastically by some) Ā
age: 25
height: 5'1" (but carries herself like sheās 6ā0ā) Ā
ethnicity: mexican-american Ā
eye color: dark brown, sharp and observant
hair: black, often tied back or styled sleekly Ā
occupation: smuggler, middlewoman, street-level fixer trying to move up
DISTINGUISHED MARKS
āŗ a thin scar along her jaw from a close call with a knife fight Ā
āŗ a small tattoo on her wrist: a hummingbird, symbolizing resilience and movement Ā
āŗ slight burn marks on her fingers from tampering with contraband Ā
PERSONALITY & TRAITS mbti: entj ā the commander (bold, strategic, thrives in chaos) Ā
enneagram: type 8 ā the challenger (assertive, driven, hates being controlled) Ā
temperament: choleric ā quick-witted, fiery, and unafraid of confrontationĀ
mannerisms: Ā talks fast but enunciates every word, making sure people hear her. Ā tilts her head slightly when sizing someone up. Ā keeps her hands in her pockets when standing still ā always hiding what sheās holding. Ā smirks when sheās winning a conversation. Ā
CORE TRAITS
ā clever, street-smart, ambitious, adaptable, resourceful
ā reckless, arrogant, trusts the wrong people, doesnāt know when to back down
BACKGROUND & HISTORYāŗ celia grew up in the cauldron, gothamās roughest, most overlooked district, where crime is currency and cops donāt bother showing up. her father was a small-time smuggler who vanished without a trace when she was 12 ā either dead or locked up. her mother, a seamstress, did her best to keep cee away from that life, but by 16, cee was already running minor jobs for gothamās underbelly. Ā
āŗ she started as a runnerā fake ids, stolen goods, messages between gangsters. she learned how to talk, how to disappear, how to read a room before someone pulls a gun. by 21, she wasnāt just running errandsāshe was orchestrating deals, acting as the middlewoman for buyers and suppliers too paranoid to meet in person. Ā
āŗ now, at 25, sheās got a foot in the door of gothamās criminal elite ā but sheās still just a name on their contact lists, not a power player. sheās ambitious, but ambition in gotham gets people shot, burned, or buried. Ā
SKILLS & ABILITIES
āŗ smuggling & fencing ā moves illegal goods efficiently and discreetly.
āŗ negotiation & persuasion ā can talk her way into (or out of) almost anything.
āŗ forgery & id tampering ā expert at fake passports, documents, and alibis
āŗ lockpicking & safecracking ā if it has a lock, she can open it.
EQUIPMENT & TOOLS.
āŗ custom-built burner phone ā always has multiple, always encrypted. Ā
āŗ lockpick set ā small, hidden in a cigarette tin. Ā
āŗ silenced pistol (glock 43) ā not flashy, but effective. Ā
āŗ fake ids & documents ā including several backup identities. Ā
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE.
greatest strength: adapts fast āno matter the situation, she finds a way to survive.Ā
greatest weakness: too ambitious for her own good ā she doesnāt know when to walk away.
deepest fear: ending up like her father ā dead or disappeared, forgotten in the system.
moral code: no senseless violence, no working with traffickersā but everything else is fair game.
HE CAN HARDLY CONTAIN the cheesy grin that takes up almost half of his face ā especially when it comes to her. heās more than aware rina can hold her own. hell , heās witnessed that FIRE burn relentlessly through those big beautiful eyes more times than he can count. yet still , he wants to ensure her safety. even with something as silly as a good luck charm.
āi know ya will.ā he reassures while reaching out & taking her hand into his own , thumb stroking against soft skin. ābut i can sleep a little better now that ya got a small token of LUCK with you.ā that country accent peeked through every now & then , a reminder of his texas roots ( in case he ever forgot. ) pointer finger beckons her closer to steal one more kiss before she disappears on him. āya forgot somethinā , darlinā.ā a half smile tugging against the corner of mouth as he searches for her reaction.
rina stood there, Ā watching him with that trademark look in her eyes ā a combination of amusement Ā & Ā resolve. Ā she knew the grin was coming long before it spread across his face, Ā taking over almost every inch of it. Ā he was always like this when it came to her: too eager, Ā too caring, Ā in a way that somehow still made her heart skip. Ā she didnāt need luck. Ā she didnāt need protection. Ā sheād survived this long on her own terms, Ā & Ā she wasnāt about to stop now. Ā but the way he looked at her, Ā the way his thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, Ā made her think twice. Ā for a moment, Ā she allowed herself to be disarmed. Ā his words ā the soft, Ā reassuring ones, Ā mixed with that ever-present country drawl ā sent a warmth through her chest that was impossible to ignore. Ā Ā
āyeah, Ā yeah, Ā i know, ā she muttered, Ā her lips curling into a small smile despite herself. Ā she could feel his fingers tugging her closer, Ā the silent invitation that she couldnāt resist even if she wanted to. Ā she stepped in, Ā pressing her lips to his for that fleeting moment, Ā just long enough for him to pull away Ā & Ā flash that knowing grin of his. Ā āyou really think this little trinketās gonna keep me safe?ā she teased, Ā arching a brow as she pulled back, Ā eyes flickering with that usual sharpness. Ā she couldnāt quite place it, Ā but for some reason, Ā with him, Ā it was easier to let her guard slip, Ā if only for a second.Ā
clea could feel the tension in him like a live wire,Ā thrumming beneath her fingers as she traced slow, Ā deliberate paths over his shoulders, Ā his neck, Ā the sharp cut of his jaw. Ā his silence was deafening, Ā but she did not falter. Ā she moved closer, Ā her heat pressed against his form, Ā until her breath tangled with his in the hush between heartbeats. Ā her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, Ā unguarded, Ā her lips parting ā not for words,Ā but for him. Ā for the ache between them that had no language, Ā only feeling. Ā Ā
the first kiss was a whisper, Ā a hesitant prayer against his lips, Ā tasting of longing, Ā of uncertainty. Ā she pressed into it, Ā slow Ā & Ā aching, Ā & Ā for a moment, Ā he was still ā so still she thought he might pull away, Ā might vanish into himself again. Ā but then breaths hitched, Ā & Ā the dam broke. Ā his hands, Ā hesitant before, Ā found her waist, Ā fingers digging in like he needed something solid to hold on to. Ā Ā
she kissed him like she was afraid he might slip through her fingers, Ā her lips moved against his with slow, Ā bruising intensity, Ā deepening with every stolen breath. Ā clea melted into him, Ā her fingers sliding into his hair, Ā nails dragging over his scalp as she pulled him closer, Ā closer, Ā until there was no space left between them. Ā the kiss grew frantic, Ā their bodies pressing together in the desperate way of people who had forgotten everything but this ā heat Ā & Ā breath Ā & Ā the sheer, Ā aching need to be held.
she moaned softly against his lips, Ā her own pressing harder, Ā more insistent, her breath hitching as she lost herself in the sensation ā the heat of him, Ā the intoxicating nearness, Ā the way his body felt against hers. Ā she let her teeth graze his lower lip, Ā a silent, breathless plea, Ā before she kissed him again, Ā deeper, Ā more consuming. Ā there was no space left between them now, Ā no hesitation,Ā no restraint. Ā just the feverish, Ā aching pull of lips Ā & Ā tongues Ā & Ā breath, Ā a kiss that didnāt end but only grew, Ā unraveling her completely.
clea felt the tremor of his body beneath her touch, Ā the way his skin flinched, Ā pulling away from her as though her mere proximity was a force he couldnāt control. Ā a bitter knot of frustration twisted in her stomach,Ā sharp Ā & Ā jagged. Ā it wasnāt just the distance between them, Ā the unspoken walls that seemed to grow taller with each passing second, Ā but the fact that she could feel his heart hammering beneath the surface, Ā fighting the very thing she needed him to embrace. Ā she wanted to pull him closer, Ā drown him in her need, Ā but he was like quicksand, Ā slipping away just as she reached for him.Ā
her fingers, Ā trembling slightly, Ā lingered where they had brushed against his cheek, Ā the delicate, Ā soft touch of her hand belying the hunger that burned in her chest. Ā the heat of him was still there, Ā like an ember she couldnāt put out. Ā her chest felt tight, Ā suffocated by the weight of the silence between them, Ā & Ā she swallowed against the lump in her throat. Ā the way she appeared ā soft eyes, Ā tousled hair, Ā lips still curved in that innocent smile ā was a mask, Ā an illusion, Ā one she had mastered to perfection. Ā beneath it, Ā though, Ā there was something darker, Ā something older Ā & Ā more intense that ached for him. Ā she could feel that tension between them like the thrum of a cord about to snap, Ā & Ā it made her dizzy, Ā her pulse racing with need.Ā
āi need you, ā she whispered, Ā the words coming out in a shaky breath that trembled with vulnerability. Ā the admission was raw Ā & Ā unpolished, Ā far from the picture-perfect image she tried to project. Ā the fragility of her voice, Ā the softness of her body, Ā made it seem like she was asking for something simple, Ā innocent. Ā but in truth, Ā she was asking for him to tear away the veneer, Ā to see her fully for what she was ā someone who wanted to be consumed by the fire they could make together. Ā the ache within her was so deep it felt almost unbearable. Ā she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, Ā & Ā for a moment, Ā she closed her eyes, Ā leaning into the warmth of his presence. she wanted to feel him ā every inch of him ā because without it, Ā right now it felt like she might shatter into a million pieces.Ā
she reached for him again, Ā this time with more intention, Ā more need. Ā her hand hovered near his, Ā trembling with anticipation, Ā the air between them thick with tension. Ā slowly, Ā she guided his hand toward her, Ā pressing his palm against her cheek, Ā coaxing him to touch her as though it was the only thing that could bring her back to life. Ā āyou donāt have to fix anything, ā she breathed his own words back to him, Ā her voice desperate, Ā but the urgency in it now was for something more. Ā something beyond words. Ā she closed her eyes at the warmth of his skin against hers, Ā a shiver running through her. Ā āi just . . . Ā i need you to be here with me. ā her fingers traced the back of his hand, Ā urging him to press harder, Ā to feel her, Ā to understand the depth of the yearning that burned in her.Ā
her body ached for him, Ā the craving for closeness so deep that it made her dizzy. Ā her innocent appearance ā soft skin, Ā wide eyes, Ā delicate features ā seemed to mock the fierce need pulsing through her veins. Ā she wanted him in a way that was primal, Ā that went beyond the sweetness of the girl he saw in front of him. Ā she couldnāt stop herself from pulling him closer, Ā her chest brushing against his, Ā the beat of his heart a steady rhythm against her own. Ā she could feel his breath on her neck, Ā his arms tightening around her just enough to remind her that he hadnāt left yet, Ā that he still was here. Ā but it wasnāt enough. Ā nothing would ever be enough until she could feel him truly, Ā wholly ā until he gave her more than just this fragile moment. Ā āplease, ā she whispered, Ā voice breaking, Ā her body pressing desperately into his, Ā a silent plea that she knew he could hear but might never fully understand. Ā ātouch me. ā