#aratsaka.

[ownlore]

inej didn't knock anymore. it was a realisation that set in mid-bite, when the fork full of spaghetti was just about to meet her mouth, but a smile had reached there first. she was sat atop the counter in mack's kitchen, legs folded and with a plate on her lap, cradling it like a new-born child. she would argue that there was truth in that comparison, precious as the food was and a blessing to feel her stomach fill. she made a noise of approval as she gulped it down without chewing properly, as though it could vanish out of her grasp at any moment.     ❛   this is really good.   ❜ she mumbled, her mouth already full again.   ❛   is this store-bought? I have got to know where you got this from.   ❜

@aratsaka / starter call.

[aduplici]

"They’re all gone."

"w - wait, what?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their eyes are naturally wide, warm and round and easy to spot, but now they feel even bigger.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎shock, it's a rare feeling.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎born to be a weapon of manipulation, raised to be prepared for the worst, so little has ever caught her breath.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"how?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they were‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no, they were‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they shake their head, finally averting an unblinking gaze from the other.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the flick of their eyes back and forth across the ground, as if looking for an answer beneath her feet.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"they were secret, always‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎always moving.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎did you kill them, or, or was it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎someone else?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too many questions, her words fall out of her mouth at a jarring speed.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the death of the singulars was all kimberly had dreamed of, and all ashlyn and lost hope for, and here she was, brows furrowed and heart slamming against her rib-cage.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"are you sure?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(@aratsaka).

[aduplici]

"I saw everything."

" please. "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the word falls so quick from their lips, a sign of weakness in the hell that is night city:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to plead is to admit subordination, to note the power that one has over another.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she is exposed, even in the dark corners, even in the trash strewn streets.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if he saw, who else did?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if he saw, what does that mean for her sister?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ " whatever you want, i - i can pay.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎we can pay, just don't‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎don't. "‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎don't, what?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thoughts fly through her mind and it's quick that she becomes flustered, short of breath.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a solution is needed, now;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎assassination is quick, but for ashlyn, a last resort.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no, he won't become a blood stain on concrete, so long as she won't either‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they are open to compromise, open to blackmail if it leaves her sister alive, if it spares them enough time to run‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" information.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎we can give that, just don't t - tell. "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(@aratsaka).