evil prick.

i have a conscience. it's just more selective.

[jessicajonessource]

[singrave]

heelscrossed.

               palms settle at the curve of hip on either side, head tilting in faux -interest at his words —— everybody wants something. not a fact of politics, but of humanity. the political aspect lies in how one can make those wants work in their favor.   ❛ oh ? & what might that reason be, mister kilgrave ? ❜

‘ well, ’     a sharp intake,     ‘ you’ve just been looking rather   .  .  .   tired, recently. thought you could do with a night out. ’     a silence left,  as  if  to  gain  a  response  so  hastily.     ‘ to a  restaurant, that  is.  there’s  a  great szechuan near here. i know the owner. what do you say ?  fancy it ?  ’

[singrave]

STARTER CALL. hmu kid di e s

[boxesofpepe]

[singrave]

heelscrossed.

           ❛ that’s very kind of you to say.  i’m sure my husband would agree with you. ❜    mouth curls at its edges, head dipping ever so slightly in gracious acknowledgment of well-deserved praise.  her hand extends, brow arched as keen eyes take in the as yet unknown face.   ❛ i don’t believe we’ve met ? ❜

‘ we haven’t, in fact. ’     he took her hand in  his:  firm,  one of someone  who  gets  what  they  want. admirable, certainly not what he had perceived.     ‘ kilgrave. that’s what people call me. rather catchy, i think. ’     hands back, folded into each other in front of him. a smile, the man could hardly help it.     ‘ i, actually,  had  a  reason  for  coming  here.  it’s  not  just  my  penchant  for  your  ..  orating  prowess. ’

[singrave]

viiduam.

ONE’S OWN COMPANY,   never truly synonymous with loneliness,   has always been a thing valued by the widow.  essence of darkness,  essence of light   —–  one suppressed,  one flourishing,  neither fully expressed lest she need them,  lest she be allowed to ponder with her own thoughts,  her own company.    accustomed to nestling in crowds,  wont to watch,  she finds peace in belonging.  one with the environment,  hidden.  

habitual entrance,  a habitual smile   ——  but the silence,  unnerving silence, sends worry through tensing muscle as she stops to observe.    a man she doesn’t recognize  ( a man she doesn’t trust ) approaches,  speaks,  & it pulls a smile onto her lips,  ARROGANT GRATEFULNESS lining the red of her lips as she responds.     ❝        thank you.       ❞

he spoke his praise, blinded by what he saw. she was something beyond. worthy of a poem. he had not seen a woman of such an essence in a very long time. the man would recognise their surrounding silence, much as  she  had,  haste  in  his  turning  back  to  address:     ‘ never mind, carry on. ’     and  they  would. hounds to their master, they would all fall loyal to him.

now they stood within the simmered noise, he would turn back and appreciate.     ‘ god, look at you, -- ’     a huff in exhalation, he could not believe his luck in circumstance.     ‘ what’s your name? tell me. ’

[jessicajonessource]

[singrave]

aliasjewel.

❛  yeah,  no  thanks.  ❜  still,  it’s  settled  before  her  /  a  reminder,  an  omen.  his  fungus  still  lurks  in  the  dark,  lapping  at  your  feet.  how  soon  until  his  rage  swallows  you  whole?  feign  clay,  LET  HIM  mold  you  ;  what  better  way  to  remain?  but  revulsion  takes  hold  &  porcelain  is  shoved  to  him.

❛    —  —  —  —  —    it's  all  yours.  try  not  choke  on  it.  —  where’s  the  booze?  ❜

‘ jessica, please. if we want this to work, we both need to make sacrifices. ’     he would discard his meal to the cold --- it served no purpose to him now, purely as a means to achieve her company.     ‘ you’ll come ‘round, sooner or later. admit it, you have thought about this. about us. ’     his grand assertions seemed only to satisfy himself, her own approval unnecessary under the circumstance.

‘ alva has it. she’s in the kitchen. -- alva! ’     a  clicking  to beckon the obedient,  and she would  come scurrying in with the crimson beverage.     ‘ chateau margaux. two thousand and nine. it was a royal pain in the arse to find. ’

[singrave]

ironclad.

❛ The MYOPIC tend to see very little. ❜     She’ll not rise any further,  countenance instead remaining particularly disinterested;  what   n e e d   had she to convince him of anything?

‘ come on, you have to admit that--- at least, to someone who doesn’t know, it seems quite.. pointless. ’     a modicum of fight in her. the night might prove interesting.     ‘ as i said, to each their own. ’     a lifting of wine’s bottle, thick red glugged into his own glass. he took it by the stem, its rim to his lips.     ‘ so, lara-- was it? i need to thank you, for agreeing to join me tonight. have you chosen yet? ’

[lucifermorningstardevil-blog]

[singrave]

lucifermorningstardevil:

50 shades of a pronunciation of the name “Jessica” from Kilgrave.

[singrave]

clownpolicy.

❝  why ?   wanna check ?   ❞   pokerface on . she’s making no sudden movements , no thrusting of palms & stacks of chips , just minor fiddling of sloppily lacquered nails against every individual card . until … a quirk of her blond brow . she challenges him with a mischief - laced gleam . ❝  y’know , this is gettin’ interestin’ . i think i got a chance …   ❞  she realizes her error : her victory is speculation , not certitude . . ❝   i mean , psh — i do . i tooooootally got this …  ❞

‘ oh, come on, harley. at least make it interesting. ’     a tapping of cards’ bottoms to the green tabletop, a slow glance to their suits and numbers.     ‘ i know --- why don’t we.. both go all in? ’     brow raised, he would feign his suggestion to be needing of a response.     ‘ yes, i like that. go on. go all in. ’

[kieraknightley]

[singrave]

nexus-being.

      AND THIS WAS WHAT IS WAS / to be held in the maw of a machine.  words like a lover with a knife to her throat.  not the first, but she will be the last.  a vision.  a vision.  oh what a vision you’ll be!  rend the soul from his body, the flesh from his skin.  the wrath of hell in a red cape.  “you’re very flattering, thank you.”  scarlet lips paired with an air of affability —  an actress in her own right.  “born in transia, though i’ve lived here for years.”  smile and eat god.  “and you? one can’t really miss the accent. how long have you been stateside?”

‘ well, it’s been a long while now. not long enough to pick up the accent, though. ’     a faux smile, pleased by his insight into the intricacies of himself.     ‘ -- lucky me, i suppose. ’

he brought her to their chosen venue, an exhalation in self-pride.     ‘ ah, here it is -- oh, god, i can’t pronounce that. ’     squinting at the sign would huff, a quick cant of his neck in the entrance’s direction.     ‘ come on, then, ’     the door opened, they came seated by a window, their menus presented and wine provided.     ‘ what are you fancying? i’m not too sure, myself. ’

[singrave]

STARTER CALL. hmu kid di e s

[singrave]

nexus-being.

        “how silly of me. of course i like chinese.”   truth by influence —— THIS IS DISTORTED DELIGHT.   she feels it happen: the want and the terror.   a swallow of air.   glass in her throat / his hand a bed of thorns.   play the doe ( he knows nothing of your evil ).   ah, but he will !   au revoir, élan vital.   you will eat his soul.   “in fact, i love it.”

he took a moment as his request came accepted ---- he would merely gaze at her. gaze at his newest dinner date. his thumb on her hand, he kneaded into the back of her palm, an inhalation.     ‘ you’re a vision. the hair.. the skin. those eyes. come on. let’s go. ’     assisting in direction, the man brought her with him, lithe hand still held within his own.     ‘ where are you from, wanda? ’

[singrave]

nexus-being.

           “i appreciate the invitation, but i’ll have to pass. i am quite the busy woman —–“   scarlet lips pull, a half-smile of imitated apologetics.   CALL IT A WITCH’S INTUITION: beneath the glamour and lilting accent lay a predator.   raptorial.   a man made of teeth.   “send the szechuan my regards.”

oh, how he had hoped for her choice. the inner turmoil of a deranged man would oft cause a tragedy for no one but himself. a huff from his nostrils, lips pressed together in pained expression.     ‘ you’re not busy. ’     a hand out, palm opened, a nod in gesture to it.     ‘ come on--- we’re going. you like chinese. you’ll be delighted. ’

[singrave]

ovalbound.

❛   you’re an  EARLY  RISER,  then.  i’m usually the  ONLY  CLIENT,  at this hour.   ❜          oh, he’s hoping it’s a  ONE - TIME - ONLY  occurrence.  it’s always more pleasant when he can enjoy his meal  IN  SILENCE.          ❛   excuse me?   ❜          frown  EMPHASIZES  the creases on his forehead when a swift flicker of his wrist will  DEFENSIVELY  draw the plate closer to his chest.          ❛   i don’t think so, but you’re  WELCOME  to order more.  freddy’s never refused to obliged thus far, even despite the  HEAT  we’ve been plagued with, recently.   ❜

a twisting of expression as his demand went ignored. it was impossible ---- no one could deny him. perhaps the pheromones had yet to take a hold of the official.     ‘ is that so--- ’     he would coerce again: a second attempt would hardly go amiss.     ‘ still. i’d rather have yours. give them to me. ’     he sat as if the world belonged to him, fingers pattering upon table at which he sat.