#ashensolitude

[meddlingheels]

                           ❝  HEY ,  no stealing the popcorn  ---  it’s mine  &&  lex’s ,  you’re not invited to our date !!  ❞   clear playfulness coats her words as the redhead moves the bowl away from the blonde ,  somewhat hiding it between herself  &&  the white cat who seemed to be more concerned about whatever movie was on tv than anything else .  truth was that daphne herself had no idea of its name  (  or what it was about ,  for that matter  ) ,  but it seemed to be good enough of a distraction until the blonde came back to his apartment .  popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth ,  she shakes her head in disapproval .  ❝  not groovy at all ,  sir .  my cat boyfriend  &&  i are extremely disappointed .  ❞

( @ashensolitude )

[exorcis]

CS for ASHENSOLITUDE

             He hated to see them like this,     ghosts, roaming around among the rest of humanity who were blind to them. Some might say it was a tragic sight --- John found them unnerving. His psychic feelers were alert, extended, he could see them clear as day, see her. The young girl with the dark hair. He didn’t dare speak. Not in fear, but in an attempt to not get another ghost on his trails. There were plenty of them already. @ashensolitude

[treesprung]

( @ashensolitude ) « s.c

                         “DON’T YOU THINK we’ve lost ENOUGH?” It was the question which had come up time and again through the GRAND DISCUSSION passing through Cair Paravel. The emissaries had been called and gathered, and Daphne, as Liaison between her People and Men, had been amongst the number to be called. The matter of discussion: a disputed kingsroad in the Western March. “My People know no ROADS, but our roots cannot be unmade for the sake of a pathway. What is being debated over wine is the death of dryads when we have nothing left to give.” After the Great Winter, their numbers had been decimated, and though that time had passed they were still rebuilding. They would always be rebuilding. Daphne looked to the head of the table. “My Lord, you can’t possibly be entertaining this idea.” Gaining nothing from him, Daphne sat, boneless, at the idea that even more of her kind would find destruction.

[makochosena]

@ashensolitude liked for mara!

It was Rikki’s turn to close up the cafe. She’d rather be doing other things but as long as it meant staying away from her co-boss, it was fine. Most of closing consisted of her sitting in the back doing paperwork anyway. However, the mermaid still had work to do out front on the floor, like count the money in the cash drawer, take inventory, make sure everything is stored where it’s supposed to be. 

Rikki was going through her checklist on her clipboard when she heard footsteps entering the cafe. It couldn’t have been her friends, for they had other plans. It couldn’t have been her co-boss, for there was no reason for him to be there. Rikki was   a l o n e.   Every once in a blue moon, there was always somebody trying to get a smoothie after hours.  

❝ Sorry, we’re   n o t   open. Come back tomorrow at eleven. ❞ Rikki didn’t even bother to look up or move from her spot behind the counter. The chairs turned over on the tables should be an indication enough that they were closed. 

[softendurance-a-blog]

              they  would  talk  regularly ,   that  was  the  promise  they  made .   lydia  wasn’t  one  to  want  to  keep  secrets ,   not  from  him  at  least ,   but  she  knew  he’d  figure  out  something  wasn’t  right  almost  immediately .   even  if  it  was  just  by  recognising  her  room  as  the  background  as  soon  as  they  started  the  call .   she  was  excited  to  see  him ,   to  talk  to  him ,   to  hear  him  say  how  amazing  it  was  to  be  there ,   one  step  closer  to  doing  what  she  loved .   she  wanted  to  say  she  was  also  following  her  own  path  &  leaving  Beacon  Hills  for  the  time  being ,   but  she  couldn’t .   something  horrible  was  coming  &  she  couldn’t  force  herself  to  leave .   she’d  never  forgive  herself  if  she  left  when  people  needed  her  the  most .   after  what  she  heard ,   some  sort  of  premonition  (   she  still  wasn’t  used  to  it ,   it  brought  chills  down  her  spine  but  the  voices  would  never  leave ,   she  knew  that  already   ) ,   she  knew  she  had  to  stay .   part  of  her  knew  things  were  better  with  Stiles  there ,   helping  them .   but  hearing  how  excited  he  was ,   how  happy  he  was  to  be  away  from  that  CURSED  town ,   made  her  want  to  keep  the  truth  to  herself ,   not  to  worry  him .   how  could  she  keep  a  poker  face  on  &  pretend  all  was  fine  when  she  was  the  one  who  told  everyone  that  they  couldn’t  leave ?   laying  on  her  bed ,   she  kept  the  laptop  in  front  of  her ,   waiting  for  him  to  be  on  so  she  could  call  him .   god  bless  technology .   she  stayed  enough  time  without  seeing  him  because  of  the  wild  hunt ,   she  didn’t  know  how  she’d  make  it  through  some  more  months .   as  soon  as  he  picked  up ,   she  offered  him  her  best  smile ,   which  couldn’t  be  more  honest .   she  could  only  hope  she’d  transmit  enough  calmness  for  him  not  to  worry .   “   hey !   well  someone  is  looking  happy .   I  didn’t  think  I’d  see  the  day  Stiles  Stilinski  wore  a  shirt  &  tie  without  it  being  for  a  formal  event .   ”   ||   @ashensolitude

[lxstpriestess]

|| ashensolitude : liked for a starter ||

       So still she sat, a too often silent watcher in the great chamber. A pale slip in the shadows of the dancing candlelight. The tables had been cleared of food but the wine poured freely around her. Phedre's long and carefully laid fingers were as empty of motion as they were of a glass. Her restraint between stirring and drinking were hardly matched. Always, it was easy to pass on heady mixtures that left her flushed and unsteady but keeping her hands in a single place was another matter. She managed with unneeded grace among the disheveled frivolity. Quickly she found her unnoticed serenity jarred, the unexpected bump bringing an apology to her lips. “ Many pardons, perhaps this was not the best seat on such a night. “

[scarredanger-archived-blog]

                    she  was  holding  a  gun  she  shouldn't  have  while  going  to  a  place  she  illegally  found  out .   it  was  all  for  the  greater  good ,   she  told  herself  that  in  order  to  keep  going .   she  wasn't  a  cop  yet  but  she  was  very  close  to  being ,   which  meant  she  already  knew  how  to  trace  someone ,   how  to  find  out  where  they  were .   when  she  received  Jonathan's  worrying  text  asking  for  help   (   he  had  only  managed  to  write  SOS  &  she  had  no  clue  what  could  possibly  be  happening   )   she  didn't  hesitate  into  finding  a  way  of  getting  to  him .   perhaps  it  was  reckless  to  do  it  all  by  herself ,   but  trying  to  get  help  &  explain  the  situation  would  only  slow  her  down .   if  something  happened  to  him  because  she  was  too  late ,   because  she  waited  too  long ,   she'd  never  be  able  to  forgive  herself .   so  she  tracked  his  phone ,   found  out  his  last  location .   it  was  simple  enough .   firmly  holding  the  weapon  in  her  hands ,   she  pointed  it  at  whoever  appeared  in  front  of  her  once  she  found  the  place .

                    &  then  she  immediately  dropped  it  on  the  floor  once  she  met  the  familiar  eyes .

                    "   what  the  fuck  are  you  doing  here !?   what  did  you   ---   "   there  was  blood  EVERYWHERE ,   all  over  him ,   &  she  felt  dizzy  &  nauseous .   it  wasn't  the  smell  or  sight  of  it  that  made  her  feel  sick ,   but  the  realisation  of  what  had  happened .   her  bottom  lip  was  trembling  as  much  as  her  hands ,   she  was  sweating  but  never  felt  so  cold  before .   she  moved  forward  to  look  behind  him ,   to  observe  the  evidence  left  behind ,   to  find  anything  that  would  assure  her  that  the  body ,   or  at  least  what  was  left  of  it ,   belonged  to  the  very  person  she  was  looking  for .   it  didn't  take more  than  a  second  for  her  to  recognize  him  &  she  immediately  turned  away ,   throwing  up .   it  was  Jonathan .   the  friend  she  had  come  to  trust ,   that  she  grew  close  to ,   lying  in  the  bloody  mess  Malcom  made  of  him .   she  was  shaking uncontrollably  by  then ,   unable  to  turn  around  again  in  fear  that  she'd  see  him  again   (  as  if  that  image  wouldn't  forever  remain  with  her .   )

                    there  were  two  possible  explanations  for  it ,   &  both  included  her  trusting  someone  she  shouldn't  have .   the  Malcom  she  knew  was  incapable  of  doing  something  like  that  to  someone  who  didn't  deserve  it .   which  meant  she  was  friends  with  a  massive  piece  of  shit .   he  had  been  in  her  house ,   had  spent  so  much  time  with  her ,   had  uncovered  some  of  her  secrets ,   had  gotten  so  close  to  her  with  his  charming  ways .   all  of  it  a  big  mask  to  hide  who  he  really  was .   it  was  either  that  or  her  boyfriend  LIED  to  her ,   which  she  found  hard  to  believe .   she  looked  him  in  the  eyes  when  he  told  her  the  whole  truth ,   he  stopped  trying  to  hide  it ,   he  couldn't  possibly  be  a  ruthless  serial  killer .

                    her  head  felt  like  it  was  about  to  explode  &  it  took  all  of  her  efforts  to  lean  against  the  nearest  wall  instead  of  collapsing  on  the  ground .   she  felt  betrayed ,   confused ,   sick  &  stupid .   that  couldn't  be  happening .   it  was  a  nightmare  &  she  needed  to  wake  up  right  that  second .

                    "   I  ---   I  was  l-looking  for  HIM .   "   she  managed  to  let  out  between  sobs ,   her  eyes  tightly  closed  as  she  tried  to  catch  her  breath .   ||   @ashensolitude   ( x )

[threecardtrick]

It is with a measure of curiosity that he arrived here for his interview. Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. was a company that no doubt envied by all; it was highly profitable, diversified, and with practically a spotless public record. No doubt Mr. Grey already had adequate legal representation, which begged the question as to why he was here. Of course, the outward appearance of perfection might have only been illusion; there could have been turmoil brewing in the company that required a more adept lawyer than he already had. Whatever else his reputation might be, no one could deny him that he was good at what he did.  He was infamously known for defending Cardinal Wolsey, who had been accused of tax evasion and other financial related crimes. Thomas, himself, had been accused as an accomplice to it. To the world, it had seemed all but certain that he would be convicted. But Thomas had worked to the bone to make sure that he would be declared innocent. The trial had been long and difficult and in the end they had triumphed. But the trial had taken its toll on Wolsey; he had lived only a few months after the verdict. And with that, Thomas had been done with dealing with the Vatican and gone out onto the world on his own, taking on rich and powerful clients at his newly created firm. Perhaps he would never be liked, but he was respected.  He entered into the lush lobby, announcing to the blonde receptionist his appointment, who then directed him to go in. He already knew what Mr. Grey looked like, but he looked even stunningly younger in person. But it didn’t bother him to work for someone younger than him. “I humbly thank you for requesting to see me,” he said, but did not take a seat yet, as he had been directed to yet.