#brutallywicked

[transylvanianturncoat]

brutally-wicked replied to your post:Reynard’s just passively going to drink tea and...

*GLARES INTO HIS SOUL*

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[profoundduplicity]

Message From Mama; Second Letter

He was sure that he had gotten the address right, though as he studied the old yarn mill that looked as if it had better days, he wondered if they were wrong. He couldn't imagine Mama giving him incorrect directions, especially not when she seemed determined to have these letters delivered. Though he was tempted to drive away and give her a call, he stuck around.

He didn't know how long he had sat in his car, slumped down to keep from being noticed. Enough hours had passed that the sun began to descend, casting darkness over his surroundings. Staking out like this allowed him to reminisce on his past and times when he used tho do this often. Fortunately that reminiscing didn't last for long; the blinding glare of headlights caught the very edge of his vision. He watched in silence as it disappeared around the corner, heading right into the yard of the factory.

A little over an hour later he was following the same path, but on foot.

He wasn't sure which was louder as he neared the grounds, his breathing or his heart. Perhaps it was the picking of the lock and the rattling of the chain before he opened up the fence to head inside. Like he did before, he found himself steeling his nerves as he kept to the darker areas as best he could.

The crumpling of the letter in his coat's pocket wasn't exactly reassuring, but it did remind him as to why he was taking this risk; to get his friend out of prison.

[purple-assistant]

A picture is worth a thousand words

  "And now I can carry it with me where ever.”

She was suppose to be meeting Mama; suppose to be reporting back from her supposed vacation the administrator believed she had taken- but Laura felt something else was much more important. Standing in front of the little decorative mirror in her office, the secretary smiled softly.

The necklace Luc had given her lay against her chest. It was adjusted, the chain before (hanging too low to the point that the locket got caught between cleavage) now lay just above her breasts; the rest of the length hung down her upper back. Not too long, but still with plenty left over after she made the necklace hang exactly how she wanted it.

What captivated Laura’s gaze the most was the locket itself. The book was open, and within lay two small portraits; Left, showing her mother, and right showing her father. She had the original photo in her desk drawer, so she would never forget how they looked. Now that Laura had something to carry them in and in a way that was close to her heart, the assistant made a copy and stuck the small images within.

A content smile at seeing their warm loving faces smiling back grew on Laura’s lips, and feeling ready to leave, she closed the little book; the small clasp clicked shut.   ‘Oh Luc, even without you being here you’re making me smile.’

It was so pretty, I was such a thoughtful gift… A small piece inside of her ached- It was feint, a little growing ache and longing that nestled in her chest and throbbed with her heart. She misses her parents…

It was true.

But that wasn’t exactly it.

The smile disappeared, and Laura forced herself to look away from her own grim expression.    'No.' Thinking that it was time, the assistant quickly combed her fingers through her hair and fixed her sash.    'No.' Remembering suddenly something very importaint, Laura walked around her desk and opened a drawer to pull out her trusty clipboard, completed with a pencil tucked behind her ear and a pen hidden behind the clip.

   'No.'

She wasn't thinking about anything other than making sure to meet Mama in time, and to get ready to work. Deeper than that, Laura was feeling foolish and weak. It was not her fault, or maybe it was. She needed to stop thinking too much; to stop looking so much into things that couldn't be there. There was nothing else, she thought. No feelings- just her mind for work and her hate for a certain man. Nothing more; Laura had to convince herself of that. And after mental re-assurance, she did.

It had been a long vacation, after all. She was just tired and not thinking clearly.

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[Sides eyes Dan.]

[derrierevous-blog]

"Ya wanna see me trouser snake?" eue

Long time no see, Dan. And zis is how jeou approach me? Interesting. But non, Ai’ve already seen enough of jeour, how jeou say, ‘trouser snake’. B{Y

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The darkness in your heart draws a blind over your eyes from the light of the world. One day you will be swallowed whole from the madness you instill, and I cannot wait to drink the fear that lingers. It's Al Bhed from FF10.

[[Oh I see now, that is simply brilliant and so relative to what I have planned for Dan. Was it you that submitted that? If so that's brilliant.]]