#cvrdelia

[borawinters]

closed for: @cvrdelia

where: sharky’s halloween party

"Is there a reason this witch is in high demand this year?" Bo asks as he holds out the drink he had gotten for Cordelia, careful not to lose grip on the prop axe that was tucked under his arm in the process, "I've seen at least two of them roaming around."

[latremoille]

“ c’mon, coco, entertain me, just a little bit. ” he has taken off the mask, he’s fairly sure letting her see his dashing smile will work in his favour. “ just a little bit, ” he repeats as he holds his index finger and thumb close together. “ there’s sangria at this table. ” ( @cvrdelia​ )

[frejaedb]

( * / @cvrdelia​ )

any member of the french court that stepped foot in phuket would have to enter freja’s radar, at some point in time. and when she heard rethel, freja had expected the woman, not the young daughter. she spots the blonde girl in a group of ladies passing, “ CORDELIA ! i do hope you aren’t busy. “ freja looks at her and waits for the correct answer of ‘no’. “ SURELY you haven’t been sent here on behalf of your duchy ? “ from what she could remembers, rethel posed little threat to she and arnauld, along with the fact that she can’t fathom why they would send a twenty-something year old to sort out matters.

[zhao-hui]

at the height of his freedom, zhaohui would sit on balconies like this with nothing to care for than what he’d do the next day. the night held just as much promise. his security detail was more lax before because they knew that keeping him still was like telling a shark to stop swimming. he’d sink by the weight of his own duties to his brother and his sister and all his other siblings besides. he liked it better when he was allowed not to care, because then he’d have the freedom to actually do it than be forced into it. he supposed he had to be forced to do things to get to them. letting go, though, wasn’t something so easily commanded, and the polaroid zhaohui had in his hand was proof of that, remaining still while his legs swung over the edge. his advisor was nagging again behind him, but it was easy to zone her out. it’s only the second floor. it was easier to let this thing go, he thought, so he did, watching as it fell and bent on its way down. if only things could be this easy! – yet he heard the steps before they came, and saw the top of a head heading towards the photo on the ground he had always meant to pick back up again.

“hey – hey! uhm... uh – hey, lady! can you – can you pick that up?” he called out, hands curled on the edge of the railing and not quite getting off of it just yet. “i’ll be right down – please don’t step on it! it’s really important. a-and don’t look at it. please?” @cvrdelia​

[milesxtan]

text to @cvrdelia

miles: cory baby!! miles: we're way over due for a trip miles: thinkin around the world in 80 days vibes miles: minus getting kidnapped miles: or was that gullivers travels? miles: either way, you in?

[mp3kai]

tagged , @cvrdelia .

       hearing a small knock on the door, kai looked up from the television before walking over. leaning over, he squinted as he looked out the peephole. cordelia wasn't exactly the first person he would've expected to be at his door. their distaste for each other clear the moment they'd met but alas, they couldn't leave each other alone. ⏤ opening the door, kai opened it enough to lean the side of his body against the frame of the door, arms coming up to cross over his chest. "well look who it is," he began, "and to think, i thought coming around here would be slumming it for you." of course, there was no telling if that was true in this instance but that didn't stop kai for the small jab. if anything, this was a peaceful welcome when it came to the two. "so what? got bored? or have you been drinking? imma need you to walk in a straight line, miss." he teased, an almost amused smile crossing his lips. as much as cordelia got on kai's nerves, he would be a liar if he said that he didn't find some entertainment in the pure annoyance and despise the two shared for each other. what could he say? he was an opportunist or... maybe that's what he told himself and what he actually was was... well, insane, sure... but also someone who thrived on things that were off kilter.