#crimewrought

[e1ght8all]

( MARIA GREENE ): 🎤 EULOGY BY CHARLIE ALLEN. the drive is a long one, and even with the air conditioner blowing through the vents, the car that sped down the freeway was uncomfortably warm. julian took their job seriously, and they were quietly relieved to find that maria was an easy package to transport. relatively quiet, though small talk happened still more often than jules would like. but it was tolerable. it made this easier for them. but maria posed a question that jules didn't want to answer - don't you ever get scared? they almost scoff. not that it's funny, but even if they wanted to feel it, fear wasn't an option. fear got you killed. head turns to look at maria before eyes move back to the blacktop in front of them, the stretch of desert reaching out beyond. ' i'm not invincible, but i'm not afraid, ' julian says in a low tone, deep voice barely filling the car. ' no point in bein' scared. got a job t'do, ' @crimewrought.

[dadukos]

@crimewrought​​ sent —— 🎁 i don't want coal i want marfred santa :( ( result : free / florence & the machine ). re —— 2022 wrapped meme.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 : it’s quite comforting to know it stood by her side, even here, an ocean away. good ol’ trouble, a reliable leitmotiv to give coherence to her story —— and though in the cold morning light she might find it too depressing to contemplate, in the heart of midnight, next to a good friend, it’s light enough that she can laugh about it. “ i’m always running from something, but i push it back and it keeps on coming —— ”. there’s still an alcoholic quality to her voice, a sing-songy tune turned nasal by the fingers pressed against the bridge of her nose: the blood comes from nothing dramatic but a clumsy, pathetic slamming against the door on the way home. but when she falls on the couch next to maria, this she does dramatically: a twirl of her hand, an exasperated sigh. “ being clever never got me very far... ”

[cartelheir]

one liner call   ━   @crimewrought​

❝    i’m thinking i might stick around here for a little bit longer.     if  i can get used to this shitty fucking weather.    ❞

[vipier-a]

          ❝   YOUR BOSS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT, YOU KNOW.   ❞       slightly moody and frowning deeply, tristan sips at his whiskey.  he isn’t upset with  her,  of course, and cannot recall a time he’s felt anything toward her worse than vague annoyance.  the people she works for, on the other hand  -  the same people for whom he   OCCASIONALLY   must work, though he certainly doesn’t consider them his employers  -  frequently tax his nerves, although it may very well only be because he does not like to feel as though he’s on a  leash.   ❝   half tempted to   POISON   him, but I’m not doing the  murder  thing right now.   ❞       /       @crimewrought​.  sc.

[foxenhund]

an ask response, with @crimewrought featuring: i make a very bad first impression.

the streets of london are not often kind nor courteous,    but still he manages to find a certain love for them     (     perhaps it is the depravity that sherlock is so drawn to     --     his childhood had been nurtured by milk - softened hands,     a mother who doted and a father who lent him cigarettes,    a house that some could call a manor if they tended towards compliments   :       now,  he likes his haunts to bear the air of debauchery     ).     he allows himself the slip of a small smile     ...     he does not blend in well to places like this.   his long coat and formal shirt,  though crumpled,    hold him at a distinction he does not feel.    his hands fold behind his back,  glancing around the otherwise empty car pack.    a stray trolley,  far away from any supermarket,   strolls curiously down the path.      ‘‘     it’s not you,   it’s just the landscape you’re in.    and the fact you hold yourself like a drug dealer.   i’m very sorry,    but i’m trying to be sober.   not for myself,   but my roommate is awfully irritable about me doing coke off the coffee table.   a doctor,  you see.   you know the type.     ’’

[gunbash-archived]

from  @crimewrought​:  i have so much i want to say to you . <3

❝  IN  DUE  TIME  ,  MARIA  .  ❞  sebastian  squeezes  both  of  her  hands  in  a  reassuring  grip  before  releasing  them  and  darting  over  to  the  table  .  he  scrambles  to  gather  up  all  the  paperwork  there  ,  all  the  files  and  INFORMATION  ,  a  frantic  fumble  until  he’s  stuffed  everything  into  his  briefcase  in  classic  sebastian  fashion  —  an  unruly  mess  ,  but  at  least  the  whole  stack  is  zipped  up  ,  secure  .  ❝  we’ll  talk  more  later  ,  i  promise  .  I  HAVE  PLENTY  TO  SAY  ,  TOO  ,  BUT  NOT  NOW  .  NOT  YET  .  ❞  another  reach  for  her  hand  ,  another  soothing  squeeze  before  he  guides  her  out  the  door  of  his  office  .  a  quick  search  for  his  keys  ends  victorious  ,  and  after  shutting  and  locking  the  door  ,  he  beckons  maria  down  the  hall  ,  AS  FAR  AWAY  FROM  HIS  OFFICE  AS  POSSIBLE  .  ❝  the  sooner  we  get  out  of  here  ,  the  better  .  it’s  quite  —  ironic  you  would  find  me  here  ,  today  ,  ❞  he  adds  ,  the  sound  faintly  pained  .  ❝  things  are  —  well  ,  it’s  not  good  right  now  .  and  as  much  as  i  ache  to  sit  with  you  and  hear  your  confessions  ,  WE  HAVE  TO  FIND  SOMEWHERE  SAFE  .  ❞  he  huffs  ,  the  sound  aimed  at  himself  .  ❝  i  got  sloppy  .  ❞  he  finds  her  eyes  as  they  head  for  the  stairwell  .  ❝  you  probably  know  what  i’m  referring  to  .  what  lousy  timing  .  IT’S  FANTASTIC  TO  SEE  YOU  ,  REGARDLESS  .  ❞  as  he  opens  the  stairwell  door  . . .  footsteps  below  them  ,  echoing  through  the  narrow  passageway  .  sebastian  curses  under  his  breath  and  slams  the  door  shut  .  ❝  not  this  one  .  THE  OTHER  STAIRS  .  hurry  hurry  hurry  —  come  with  me  ,  stay  with  me  maria  .  ❞ 

[dadukos-arc]

@crimewrought​​ sent: i get this sudden sinking feeling (main) <3 !!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, is it ? the clamor of a friday night game, the clinking of glasses, profanities and curses — and yet she understands. maria speaks and as she does it’s almost as if she’s summoned an entity, an ancient presence best ignored on regular days, but now it sits between them, in the middle of the table. in between fred’s beer and maria’s gin, yellow-eyed sits the demon of fate, and all the ways things will be ruined. fred’s eyes stare into maria’s, and she wants to say don’t look at it, not in the eyes, it’ll turn you to stone. but to what use — the demon is in her bones and in the air she breathes. the demon is everywhere, and not on the table. and she’s been stone for a while, anyway.

“ doesn’t sound good. ” she hides, ashamed of her own off-handed reply, behind another sip. the bar is loud, but blurring into a sort of nauseous background noise: she wants to be home. not the motel room that’s been her lair for the past six months, she wants to be home. home that isn’t a place, but a feeling. home that is a person, and a voice over the phone, and is ripped from her every night when she closes her eyes. as she looks outside to the ink black night, freddie wonders whether maria has dreams like hers, of homes burning up in flames, of her own hands carrying the stench of gasoline.

she holds so many secrets, and her very presence in her story is as mysterious to freddie as she is to any endlessly charmed wayfarer that’ll cross maria’s way: but it only takes one look towards her to know she knows the smell of things burning just as well as she does. and gasoline, too.

freddie sighs, then raises her hand to signal a passing waiter. “ alright ”, spoken in an exhale, almost in defeat: “ tell me about this feeling. ”

TROUBLE WILL FIND ME —— accepting.

[brutlist]

     "     𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 .     "     it’s a warm cup to slot into her hands , half of the tangerine he’s peeled for himself before he takes his seat aside her on the porch swing .     “     sorry for the wait . kids don’t like going to bed all too much , turns out .     “ 

@crimewrought​ // sc