#csaloka

[saltate-blog]

They had their tension, it was true. Which is why Ina left no card, just a box for him to find. 

Inside were these gold plated, engraved Smith & Wesson, certainly antique. 

She had no idea of Emery’s interests, but she’s seen him cleaning his guns enough to consider maybe he’d appreciate an antique. If not, he could sell them if he desired.

Choice was his.

[saltate-blog]

    The odds of a gift being welcomed from him after what he’s put her through with Gideon were slim , but that didn’t stop him from leaving her something for her and the baby she was carrying. 

    A house, large enough for her and the child, somewhere comfortable and close by, but the renovations were still being made. He left the portfolio for her along with the keys. 

   She didn’t have to accept it, but it was hers for the sake of their child. Or so, he would keep assuming was his child.

( Is Myllie being an ass on Emery’s birthday? Maaaaybe.) 

     Was she conflicted about it? Was she angry? Emery didn’t know. Heartbroken perhaps, but even that didn’t seem to be the emotion for which she was going. How could she refuse such a house? Her own small apartment certainly wouldn’t be conducive for when the baby arrived.

     But if Tomas thought he would be able to buy his way back into her good graces he had something else coming to him. The whole situation was one that left a bitter taste in her mouth; one she’d created without even meaning to. 

     Fingers brushed over the keys to the house he’d gifted her. Swallowing Emery picked them up. She could at least go look at the place.

[leurlumiere-blog]

        it was all over now. her daughter was dead. their daughter. they were supposed to have each other now, but she’d ruined him too. gone was the man whose eyes had always been so warm and so kind. gone was the man who spent days with her in the park sailing boats on ponds. gone was the man who’d read to her when she couldn’t sleep. and she was the reason for it.

       she remembered the day she left, she almost turned back. she remembered when she’d found out she was having adhira -- she’d almost called him. she remembered gathering every memento, every picture, every hand print.. just in case. but when they’d made their way back to each other -- he was gone. physically there, but the part of him that had been the only man she’d ever loved.. that was disconnected. 

    today she left again. he had a new life to go back to, the life he’d made after she’d left. but today she would say goodbye, even if she doubted it would mean anything. he’d always been good at that -- the disconnecting. if only she’d learned that instead of running. 

     tears on her cheek she smiled through it, her bag at her feet -- she’d never see him again. but she wanted -- whatever part of him that was left to know the truth. the truth she’d tried a thousand times to write him in a letter, or leave a message on his phone. 

           ‘ ---tomas i need -- to say something. i know it won’t really matter, and it certainly won’t change anything. but i need you to know that every day i was sorry i left, every day i knew you deserved better than what i did. and i’m sorry -- that i never told you about her.. ‘ here her voice broke, a choked sob as she fought back the tears. ‘ she was so much like you. i am so sorry. that i failed you both. that i left. that i never told you about her. that you never got to hear her laugh. that she never got to see your smile or hear you read. i -- don’t know if you want it but.. i want you to have this.. ‘ 

     kneeling she retrieved the shoebox from the top of her bag, it was decoupaged with drawings of flowers, stickers, buttons -- anything adhira had thought was pretty. 

        ‘ i got to love her and know her while she was here. but i want you to know her now... its silly --- i know --- i just.. she’d want you to have it. she made it for you. its got most of her drawings, and pictures. we made paper sailboats last year, they sank almost immediately.. ‘ this time her smile was stronger. ‘ please, its for you. ‘ 

   @csaloka - i’ll have the lawyers ready the divorce papers.

[unrechtlich-blog]

ƒ @csaloka │ Peiniger

     He stepped into the office, eyes quickly landing on the Indian male that had sought his services. Perhaps it was ill that Tomas Malek had contacted Leonhard about experimental services, but Leonhard was hardly one to turn down such a delicious prospect. Dressed in dark khakis, a white button down, and a navy blue sport coat, Leonhard looked every bit the respectable doctor that was known for his advancements in cardiovascular studies.

     Standing in this office however bespoke the fact that Leonhard held a morbid secret. One that he wished to expound upon and enhance. A chance he was being offered if he came to work for the Malek enterprise.

      “Hallo,” Leonhard spoke as he came to a stop just short of Tomas’ desk, “I do hope I’m not late.”

[corruptedones-blog]

Work | Eire & Tomas

( @csaloka )

She had her headphones on to block out some of the sounds of the city.  Eire could still feel every vibration near her, but the music helped to steady her mind.  There was little that could have convinced her to allow Tomas back to her warehouse.  That was her safe spot.  It was Gage’s as well.  So, with that in mind, she set up their next meeting in the park.  He had work for her, but she still was very unsure as to what that work entailed.

[saltwaterschmooney-blog]

♠ @csaloka​ ░ Client Meeting

     “Mr. Malek,” Echo greeted him with an outstretched hand as she stepped into the small office. There wasn’t much, two book shelves overflowing with books along the back wall. A large framed diploma of her law school above the shelves. Before the shelves was a small, dark wood desk that was stacked high with folders. In front of the desk, in a half circle were two wing chairs for clients. A worn rug decorated the floor. Two windows allowed light in from the wall opposing the shelves. 

     Echo herself was bright; dressed in a light grey suit with a yellow blouse, matching heels. Gold hair adding to her air of lightness and friendly demeanor. She was new at her job, but she was good. Then again, not many people specialized in what she did.

      “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she continued as she gestured for him to take a seat as she circled the desk after releasing the firm handshake. Settling in her own chair she placed her notepad in the middle of the desk, pen ready. “Now, what can I do for you?”

[salteater-blog1]

::: @csaloka :::

His eyes remained on the rather large sum she’d offered to employ his ship for an indefinite duration. Kallan hadn’t seen that much money in quite some time, but of what he couldn’t be certain was whether she’d actually pull through and continue to pay should he and his crew do as she asked. She just seemed like one of those women who demanded perfection and held back if anything less was given.

That money was enticing though and the ship desperately needed repairs. 

       “What exactleh would ya be wantin’ meh and mine tae dae, eh?”