#eidolened

[brutlista]

❛ drinkin’ fightin’, swearin’. i can’t even afford to fix the damn air-conditionin’. ❜

“     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 —     "     the dead cold of winter , but he doesn’t find it impertinent to point that out necessarily .    “     —     i mean . i could look at it . i’m pretty handy . or is this a , uh . metaphor , or ...    “ 

@eidolened

[antialibi]

❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞

“ WELL - PRACTICED INSANITY,   ”          she amended.     a glass of amber whiskey titled to - and - fro in her hand,   held delicately as though the slightest   disturbance   might cause the heavy crystal to fall   through   her fingertips;     glass would shatter and scatter on the marble floors.     and not one of these folks would flinch.     graceful and gracious,   that was the   falsities   that these people lived and breathed.

charlotte gripped the foot of her glass and spun the liquor rapidly,   the whiskey rising and falling just before it cleared the glass’ lip.       “   it’s fucking   sinister  ,   is what it is.     smiles and handshakes.     peace offerings and compliments.   ”        she stood away from the banister she’d been leaning on and began to walk away.     charlotte tossed the whiskey into the soil of a nearby house plant.       “   whenever they smile,   it makes me feel like they know something i don’t.    like they’ve already   won the game   before it’s even started.    it’s fucking ugly.    no one plays for the sake of playing anymore,   ”       she snarled out of the side of her mouth.     she looked over her shoulder at nox,   observing them the way one observes a painted portrait in a gallery ;     she saw lines and angles,   shadows   and colours,   power and understanding.       “   c’mon,   put on your phoniest smile.    we’ve got people to flatter.   ”              /              @eidolened​ .