#elegati

[killerclay]

+ elegati | -anniecrestaodair

He’d settled himself easily into the nearest plush armchair, wasting no time to let a cigarette ignite between his fingers. Why on earth had he thought of coming here, let alone actually complying? She had wanted him to meet someone, heavily implied the weight of his obedience to the very act. It was t e d i o u s. Was he losing his touch, agreeing to someone’s command, other than the President?  She had better make up for it later, lest leave herself for the consequences. The odd power struggle was amusing, enough curiosity held blue eyes upon the exit, waiting for the other two to waltz right in.

[traumaticlaw]

+ 8

F a c e l e s s. Sparks, heavy footfalls, leading along the heavy grating of metal against worn tile. The pathway was clear, nothing but strewn boxes and discarded papers, as it was used to. Shoulders slacken as far away from the beam in what could almost be considered leisurely, bore down only by the weight of it’s constant luggage. The creature came to a sudden halt, head poised up. S o u n d. It wasn’t a l o n e.