what i don’t know might kill me
setting: 7th september 2018 at the capulet headquarters, late afternoon sun filtering through the stain-glass windows. with: @violentgallows
A week has passed since the dome burned into the ground, and a week has also passed since Easton captured and brought home a toy he stole from the Montagues. Roman had been asking about their emissary, and Easton’s initial attempts at lying about her whereabouts should have worked, he told himself, except maybe one of those idiots had seen him carting her unconscious body off and driving away before anyone could stop him. It has been a week, and Easton believed everything was running smoothly. He couldn’t say it was going according to plan, because well, there was no plan in the first place. Everything is going well, he believes. But what Easton doesn’t know, is the Montagues have learned about their Sunday confessionals, have learned their little secret. Had he known, he might have questioned Celeste’s value to the Montagues. However small she though her infraction was, it was still betrayal. Sure, there was blackmail involved. But ultimately – betrayal. But he does not know, and for now he still believes the woman is in good standing with the other side. As for another thing he doesn’t know: Valentina Gallo and her true allegiance. She may be working under a different captain among their ranks, but Easton could honestly say he has found a kindred spirit in her, has found someone who simply understood. Their mutual disdain for uncultured people, a mutual affinity for violence and mayhem, and simply – their general shared demeanor of being smug assholes. Easton liked talking shit about other people with Valentina. It has always been a favorite past time for the both, a shared activity that has strengthened their bond. And god knows with all the long hours having to tend to his prisoner, he needed her company now. He pulled out his phone, the tapping sound of the keys audible throughout the quiet halls below the cathedral, echoing throughout the stone walls.
MESSAGE TO ➸ VOILA (intentional misspelling, don’t @ me)
↪ [Sent at 5:21 pm]: Voila, get to the hq right now ↪ [Sent at 5:21 pm]: Need you here [...] [Unsent, 5:30 pm]: It’s been 9 mins you fucking turtle [...] ↪ [Sent at 5:41 pm]: Are you dead? ↪ [Sent at 5:42 pm]: Fuck. You’re dead ↪ [Sent at 5:43 pm]: Who do I have to kill?
“Well, shit, look who finally decided to show up.”