#declan01

[opheliastjames]

Whoever said social interactions weren’t a cage were clearly never stuck in a place like Ophelia was. Seeing Declan again for the first time brought back memories; but sweetness laced with pain wasn’t her favourite pill to swallow, and feigning ignorance was something the blonde haired woman had gotten good at. But as she sat the casino’s bar, waiting for Dante to be done with his discussions, she couldn’t just ignore his presence. It was heat, and her heart wanting to gravitate towards safe havens. You lost that the day they killed your father. Maybe Declan didn’t even remember her anymore. “So...what do you think is going to keep me happily inebriated, but still sober enough to deal with the paperwork I left home, huh?” @declan-garcia

[juliansigara]

&& The Mirror Maze  &&Who: @declxnm

He couldn’t help that he was starting to get bored with the niceties. The clock was growing closer to midnight and the spectacular firework show, although that held little interest. It was just another display of the Kovali’s influence, the King trying to prove to the entire world that they were better than ever. If it was Julian’s party, he would’ve maybe done the same thing... except made far more casualties than the few drunks that now sat in the halls. Leaning up against the entrance to the mirror maze, the Sigara rep couldn’t help but smirk when the Faction’s very own counselor made their way over. Unified under one volcanic presence, their revolution was growing to be more and more real every day. That could be attributed to the silver-tongued devil that just so happened to sway the survivors of the culling. Did he have a score to settle, was it personal? When it came to the Kovalis, almost everyone did. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Declan?”