#crimesqe

[archivedsleuth]

i got you something...

never speak to me again

[archivedsleuth]

❝   i don’t see much of an  advantage  in opening a restaurant in  this  place.   ❞    disdain drips from his tongue,  spiteful of  gotham  as he is of poorly-seasoned dishes.   ❝  much more  trouble  than it’s worth.  the people here couldn't appreciate  good food  without some looming threat at the end of the meal,  it seems.  not my cup of tea.   ❞   though he would dare say it seemed to suit   @crimesqe​   just fine. 

[archivedsleuth]

❝   well if it isn’t my  dear  sofia.  bella.  ciao.   ❞     his voice is  melodious,  travelling through the expansive office that is guarded by two of his men.  the grandiose mahogany desk he sits behind was custom made,  with   B’s   carved on each leg to showcase the whole of its owner’s  egomania.  mr. bianco  –  as he had come to be known  –  leans back on a leather armchair with a dangerous smile amidst his carefully kept beard.   ❝  what an  honour  it is to have you here in my  humble abode.  ❞   amusement seems to enlace every word he says,  like this is all a  game  and  @crimesqe​  just so happened to step upon  his board.  in a way,  that was  exactly  the way he saw it.    ❝  to what do i owe the  pleasure?   ❞

[archivedsleuth]

OKAY BUT IN REGARDS TO YOUR PORTRAYAL I LITERALLY??? forget that benoit blanc isn't an oc??? because you have completely reshaped him and made him your own to the point that i would argue against anyone who said anything different ❤ i love everything you do with him and my dash is so blessed by both of you!

How am I doing with my character?

🥺😭 awww steph!! that is so nice of you to say it warmed my heart in these freezing cold im under rn dskfjhads thank you so much!! i absolutely adore writing with you across all your blogs you are a wonderful partner and it always brings me joy to get to talk to you and reading your takes on ur charas, you put so much heart into everything!! truly means the world to hear all of this coming from you 💛💛

[dimasque-a]

' i want you to have some respect. '   @crimesqe​​​​​​​​ said.

their two shadows curve against the backdrop of the club,      this conversation they share lost to the night,    enveloped with voices from within the confines of the establishment,    bedimmed by the ambiance of the avenue.     the rain trickles down,    some stray droplets coating his hair.    streams of water seep into the cobbled paths,    shifting like snakes,    to the the drains.    it’s a bleak evening,    he hadn’t anticipated her presence to accompany his outside,    at the balcony,    and by extension the interruption to his smoke break.      ❝    some people might say it’s to be earned.    or bought,    whichever way works better.    ❞    the downpour bounces off the umbrella he has leaned against one shoulder,    balanced in the crook of his arm as a cigarette is placed between teeth,    after the previous is disposed of,    and a lighter taken out.    he tips his chin and glances down.    their eyes meet.  

❝    you know,    i’ve always held your father in high esteem.    he knew how to round up a city.    i presume you mean to continue down that path.    ❞    roman muses,    and what his features contort into is not quite a grin,    rather a polite guise.    if he’s irritated with the blunt demand,    it’d be difficult to draw as a conclusion from his composed manner.    smoke entangles with the words,    muddling the line between fabrication and truth.    to disregard the mark the falcone family have made upon gotham would be a fool’s endeavor.    truthfully,    he tips a hat to the old man.    none of it necessitates his ardent admiration,    however.    falcone’s hold over the city has been a goddamn nuisance of a hurdle to overcome,    with market shares presenting a constant tug of war.      ❝    i believe,    miss falcone,    we might be able to meet somewhere in the middle   . . .    perhaps we’ll both get what we want.    ❞    he seizes the opportunity to drag his gaze over her in consideration,    the glass door hissing as it’s slid open for her,    the notion being this:    a proposed re-entrance,    the act is on once again.    this is a discussion they’re to continue,    supposedly,    but not here,    and certainly not tonight.    nothing can be entertained under the threat of eyes and ears,    beyond the drawl of faint intrigue,    prevalent as a small flame in a pitch-black room,    easily shrouded all the same.     ❝    after you.    ❞

[countkills]

FRI  –  OCT 23RD.   GOTHAM CITY, NJ.    [  I DON’T FANCY MYSELF A CONFIDENCE ARTIST.   IT REQUIRES MORE NUANCE AND SOCIAL FINESSE THAN I AM EQUIPPED FOR. THIS ISN’T A PART I PLAY, IT’S WHO I AM. I CAN PRETEND TO CARRY A DIFFERENT NAME,  BUT I CAN’T TRANSFORM  CORE  PARTS OF MYSELF.  STILL, SOMETIMES,  MYSELF WAS ENOUGH.  I WONDER IF IT’S WHY I WAS SENT TO THIS ONE JOB IN PARTICULAR.  IF THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT  ME  THAT MAKES THE LIONS FEEL  HOPELESSLY UNTHREATENED.   ]

❛  you’re  in  this  with  me  now .  ❜     it’s an offer he does not want,  but knows he  can’t refuse.   this isn’t a partnership that pleases him,  this city was not grounds he enjoyed walking on.   but he had been sent here for a reason,  gotten the job at the falcone family to do what he did best  :   the numbers.  somehow his work had not ruffled feathers,  but brought him closer into the fold instead.   raf wasn’t sure this is what he was sent for,   but has a very strong suspicion that it just might be.   brown eyes look up at   @crimesqe​  ,   the head of the family.  a heavy crown on her head.   he is hesitant,  and maybe the hues in his irises  betray  just that.    [   FALCONE WAS THE MARK.  IF I WERE A BETTER ACTOR, I’D HAVE ACCEPTED RIGHT AWAY. THE CLOSER TO HER THE BETTER. BUT THERE WAS MORE ACTING THAN I WAS CAPABLE OF DOING.  ]   ❝  am i? ❞    the accountant questions instead, furrowing his brows.   ❝  i’m sorry, i don’t  …   i don’t think i’m  following,  miss falcone.  what is  this  ,  exactly?   ❞    

[batdone]

                                  ‘  i'm    not    like   them   but   i   can   pretend  . .  . the   sun   is    gone  ’   /  nirvana +  dumb   @crimesqe​​

[archivedsleuth]

❝   i'd say we have to  stop meeting each other like this, but  ...  it's kinda growing on me.  ❞  

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