#aryasilverstone

[imogendreaming-blog]

Forget About It

( aryasilverstone ) Everything had happened so fast. Way too fast that Imogen hadn’t even had time to think. Here she was, in her office, having just assassinated a man from her old mafia trying to murder her. She didn’t even know any of her staff members were still in the store, as they agreed to meet late, but the moment the door burst open, Imogen’s reflexes kicked in and she was kick to knock the girl out. Not even gracefully or gently, she literally just high kicked her along the side of the head. Imagine her guilt when she looked down and it was her sweet, little Bambi.

“Oh my god, oh shit- - “ was her initial reaction, as here she was, her gorgeous dress now stained in blood from the man she murdered, and her darling Bambi had a good bruise on the side of her face thanks to her kick. Checking her pulse, she let out the hugest sigh of relief to herself when she found out she hadn’t killed the girl. But, now here she was, amazed at what had just happened, inwardly scolding herself. Lifting the girl up and placing her on the velvet couch she had in her office, she decided to dispose of the body first. Imogen wasn’t an expert at body disposal, just really good at not leaving any traces, so she left his body out in the alley. She knew for a fact there was no way anyone could track it was her, so she was always sloppy with the disposal.

But, after cleaning up her office, she was amazed Arya still hadn’t awoken. What to do? Sighing to herself, she lifted the girl onto her shoulder, deciding to just bring her home. This body was different, and she treated it like she was transporting the finest glass. Placing Arya in the backseat of her car, Imogen made her travels to her house. “How is she still not awake?” She asked with a sigh, as she pulled into her own driveway.

Carrying Arya inside, she placed her on her bed, making sure she was wrapped in blankets as she left to prepare an iced pack and some medicine for probably the hugest headache in her life coming up.

[jeremiahxsyed]

* let them eat cake

aryasilverstone​

He was simply taking his time, it wasn’t often that Jeremiah would plant himself into a pastry shop. But a slice of cheesecake seemed to be calling his name for some odd reason, just for today. He craved a particular type, as well. As the quasi-mechanic was partial to Oreos, he stepped forward when his turn had finally come up. There were two registers to choose from, and he walked towards the right as a younger girl just in front of him walked towards the left. 

“I’d like an oreo cheesecake, please.”

Something sounded funny, though. He could have sworn that the girl next to him had just said the exact same line that had just come out of Jeremiah’s mouth. He turned to her with a slightly dazed expression, not only had he been craving the dessert for quite some time but he also realized that this is the second Yorkshire accent he’s heard in a midst of three days.

“Um —” He hesitated, but reluctantly gathered his words. “— you can take it, it’s not a problem.”

[sumireb-blog]

Doe-Eyed Surprise;

{ aryasilverstone }

Black Lace.

Not a place where many would imagine a woman like Sumire to be, let alone go to on her own will. While it was her first time at this venue, she was no stranger to the atmosphere of these kinds of establishments.  Approaching the attendant, she already had her cash prepared. 

“I’ll take a private show. Give me your cutest.”

Flashing a playful smirk, she followed the man towards a more secluded section of the club, sinking back into her seat as he fetched the drinks she ordered.  

Now, it was only a matter of waiting for her performer to enter.