#au:1920s

[lunatama]

aw, take a hike, pops!

[tridvm-blog]

impasto

@wvlfwife

drinking the night away would’ve worked if his neighbours weren’t so insistent on his appearance. they hardly knew each other, and he could hardly call them neighbours if they lived in opposite ends of long island. for god’s sake, they sent him the invitation by sailing at the harbour by his home, and luring him with the promise of meeting other young people and making connections: neither particularly appealed to the author, but he was convinced that they were simply doing this out of courtesy, and not because they knew that he was the writer many others claimed to have seen.

zhang yixing did not fancy himself an enigma. he simply had no patience for the vain gatherings that often disturbed him in streets and in homes and just about anywhere he found himself wandering; and, at the moment, allowing the valet to take his car ( he did not own a boat, as some others may think; where would he keep it? ), he had half a mind to ask for his keys back so he could drive back home.

but even he found it rude to simply take off right when he arrived, especially when he arrived late. he entered through the doors of known grandeur, and gravitated, naturally, to the server with the champagne, as if he hadn’t spent all day purging himself of the heavy scent of his own alcohol. he really would have stayed for another minute or two, minding his own business, until he turned and found himself very nearly spilling his own drink on a familiar lady’s front – certainly not one borne in the americas, no; perhaps somewhere farther east, no matter how much her clothing betrayed her heritage.

“careful,” he warned, as if he had any right to, in a home that wasn’t her own. “i almost ruined your dress. not quite used to doing that with a drink.” 

[au-ahead]

I'll Find You || 1920s AU || Charlie&Ini-Herit

Many years ago, when Ini-Herit was about twelve years old, he lived in a small town in Washington. It wasn’t much, just a couple stores, a school, and a gas station, but it was home, he supposed. He’d lived there with his nanny-no one would tell him who his parents were and where they were-since he was nine, and it was a happy enough life. Picket fence, golden retriever, and weekly trips to the ice cream parlor and it seemed to be the best thing in the world.

He’d moved there from France and so boasted a fairly heavy french accent at times. Some people found it strange, some found it frustrating, but others found it amazing. It was a mixed blessing really; while he loved where he came from, the accent clearly marked him as foreign.

Anyway, when he was twelve, another boy moved to his town. The boy, named Charlie, was only seven, but Ini-Herit thought he was the greatest person in the world. They spent as much time as they could together, quickly becoming best friends. He promised Charlie that if they were ever separated, he would find him again, even if it took forever.

As it turns out, that time came far too soon. When Ini-Herit was seventeen, a letter arrived from New York. It detailed the fact that his mother-no mention of his father-was alive and living in New York. He was to travel there immediately! However, due to reasons that he would not find out until later, he was not allowed to tell anyone where he was going or why. So, with a heavy heart, he left his childhood friend-whom he may have developed a crush on-and went to New York.

It was soon revealed that his mother, Ammut, was the leader of a very powerful gang and she had brought him to New York to help her lead. He wanted no part in it all, but he wanted desperately to please the mother he’d never known he had. So, he went along with it.

Thirteen years later, Ini-Herit was as well known around crime circles as his mother. No one messed with him or defied him or they ended up in deep trouble. It was easier that way and it wasn’t as if he could change his reputation now.

It was a warm August night and he was out driving the streets. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he knew he’d found it when he saw a handsome man standing on the corner of a street. He pulled up, dark sunglasses on and a pinstripe suit, and rolled down the window with a charming smile.