#bellecosebabe

[samuhelll]

@bellecosebabe asked: it sounded like someone was getting murdered in there.

The door to the agency finally clicks shut. Someone was here earlier, a woman, red-eyed and wound up. She screamed and cried until her voice went raw, the vases rattling, his bones shifting. Her face mottled red and she stormed out, a tissue balled in hand.

Verin is here now—was she sitting out in the waiting room?—and Sam wonders if he should close for the day. He could use some gin. 

“What can I say?” He spreads his hand out by his waist, sly. “Everyone's dying to see me.” That wasn't serious. One corner of his mouth tugs like that was funny, then Sam opens the door to his office wider, letting her in. “Come on. I'm toothless as a kitten. Case in point?” He stops, pointing to a blue tin. “Old people send me cookies,” he says. “Help yourself.”

[recitedemise]

bellecosebabe:

Gale, a soliloquy upon soliloquies: for every one word she spoke, he seemed to have hundreds, thousands; every rain drop in a torrential downpour, the storm that drives her to seek shelter in his tent. If she sought silence, she wouldn’t have come to him. If she sought silence from him, it’d be a cruelty to them both. She’d be neither the lighting or thunder that would dare to silence him. But he’s met with her silence, that quiet stare of hers from where she rests her head on his chest, as she continues, lightly tracing the valleys and lines of the palm of his hand before taking it into her own “And what word would that be? What single word could silence Gale of Waterdeep? And why in all of the nine hells would I dare to ever speak it.”

Ah! And of all the tents beneath this deluge, it's his and his alone where she finds her peace. Gale, laid beneath her pretty little head, finds solace, warmth, and a love in that. Comfort: perhaps it is its name. Creeping those fingers about his chest, bare save for the orb stained ominous upon it, Verin listens, is enchanted, he reckons, by the fluttering within. His blood trills against her, roars sweetly with his life, and if it calls from within a beast that longs for slaughter, he, nosing at her, is as ignorant as lambs. Instead, her focuses intently on the tickling of her nails, and her scent of clean rivers and pepper corn-spice. "Ha, because you've more daring than anyone has right to be." Gale observes, her smiling. Gods, how she undoes him. To lay here and find such endless comfort in his wizarding rambles... Gale could love her beyond the last dying of stars. He waits. His arms encircle her waist, and outside, a wayward wind fingers the roof about his tent. "I propose you hasten to discover those words then. I'm afraid the promise of a decent night's rest depends on it -- for us both. ...You're beautiful. Hm." He loves her, loves her, loves her. "Ah, I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

[dullahaunt]

@bellecosebabe

Water licks the walls of the tub. Humid warm, the air in his lungs. Charlie pads barefooted down the tiles, the candles swaying in his wake, and he climbs inside across from her, silent and undisturbed.

Something warbles outside: a record in another room. Charlie Montjoy has lucid eyes, the water lapping his naked skin, and possessed by the lateness of the hour, the pair of them wet and warm and unknowable, he reaches to a nearby table and lights a cigarette.

The bath is murky soapy. It swirls in the space between them, and a moment crawls.

"A dream a night. And you're never in it." The water rolls silently. There isn't heartbreak in his voice, the words slow, and the candles wave in his eyes. "Then I wake, find the empty space you have left me, and I think... 'Am I still dreaming.'"

[thecommanderzoe-a]

@bellecosebabe​ liked it x

“Are you sure you chose the right branch?” Hanji asked, looking at the girl with curious eyes. The kid had sat and listened through her story where it ended with the death of Sawney and Bean. Of course she could of added in about Eren, and what she had learned from him but even Hanji knew when to keep quiet; despite popular belief. 

“You seem a little too curious for a Garrison soldier. Not that it’s a bad thing, I think we should all be on the same page” 

[dullahaunt-a]

@bellecosebabe ♥’d for a starter

A whistle fills the air. It crawls into the ear, curls up and dies there. Distant, sing-songy, and a lullaby, but one you don’t wake up from. The sun is setting now. Watch how it yawns and drags itself away behind the blanket of wilting flowers and bending trees, and how the stars are starting to wake up, their shining, white heads like someone’s stuck a pin a hundred times into the bruising, purple sky. Fires light around the city. In the windows. Ghosts begin to roam the streets. 

"I do love how the dusk grows --- Quiet. Calm," a man murmurs. 

Suddenly, he’s there. A merchant, all black with a smooth, little smile. A candle lights up beside him, and the shadows drip lazy from his face. "I confess I find myself drawn to it. It’s --- duality,” he says. “Neither night nor day." 

[phantombs]

They skate. The chilled lake sings. Snow flutters prettily, dusting cold in the nighttime shadow, and it's so new, he marvels as he squeezes her hand. Verin allows it, not a tremor in her body. She's a breeze of blonde fury too frozen to shake – too, too late for this lone thing, all ice where her heart sleeps. Hm. Too, too late. Cường follows, fingers crooking tight. "I'm not letting go of you, you know," he starts and just maybe she hears his thoughts then. The fond, transparent idiot. He drags his feet and nearly trips. Stupid. "If I do, who else will hold your hands? Keep them warm? Hurry up. Hold tighter. I'll fall."

@bellecosebabe, ♡’d.

[cracknoir]

@bellecosebabe​ // liked.

     “Damn Verin,” he said, as he swanned into her office. Jimmy may have been a CEO of many separate ventures on paper, but these were mostly holding companies and numerous schemes -- Verin appeared to be taking the pretense of an actual life very seriously. “This place is fancy as all hell. Feel like I should’a showered before I came here, or maybe slept.” He had never swung by her place of work, figured he should change that, if only to annoy her for a while. 

     “You busy? I got some shit I got’ta run by you.” 

[fcrgivemefather]

@bellecosebabe said: ▓ = caught stealing their belongings.

Blush of life had its limits. Though a gift that allowed him to enjoy some aspects of life that were taken from him, it only delayed the inevitable. He’d lost track of time and allowed it to run out. A quick dash to the bathroom and he expelled the foreign liquid his body no longer allowed him to wallow in. Sure, he was able to drink red wine with no repercussions, but it wasn’t the same as a glass of whiskey. Not that he felt the effects either way.

Returning to the booth he’d previously sat provided him with a surprise: a petite blonde woman, surreptitiously going through his case. Rather than make a scene he instead sat across from her before speaking.

“There’ll be little of interest in there, I assure you. Unless, perhaps, you’re planning an impromptu exorcism...?”