#grimsby.start

[violentdelighstviolentends]

If Cenk was truly honest about it, he had tried on multiple occasions to make the roses in the garden just die out. No matter what, it didn't seem to work. Part of the curse perhaps, or just the fact they were too resilient at this point, he didn't know. But there they all were, blood red against the blackened exterior of the house.

Even now, there were still people who came out to look at the fire damaged house, with the blood red flowers. He was more than aware of how it looked, but getting anyone in to actually fix the house would still require actually talking to someone.

It was why he groaned to himself, hearing someone outside in the garden. Really, he just wanted to be left alone. Instead he opened the back door, leaning against the frame. Even now it still felt odd he could do that without risking the whole thing breaking. "You realise this is private property and not an open garden?"

[machinaticns]

𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 - open starter.

crisp  winter  day  ,  the  unexpected  beaming  sunshine  brings  the  early  signs  of  spring  as  it  alights  the  town  square.  pink  and  red  decorations  seem  more  vibrant  ,  smiles  more  genuine  ,  and  children's  laughter  louder.  his  voice  ,  low  timbre  with  the  irish  lilt  he  could  not  explain  ,  had  echoed  for  a  while.  the  melodies  weaving  a  path  through  the  people  like  arrows  ,  or  so  he  hoped.  he  finished  his  last  song  ,  stored  some  of  the  dollars  and  quarters  that  had  been  tossed  into  his  guitar  case  into  his  wallet  ,  before  putting  the  guitar  back  in  its  rightful  place.  for  weeks  now  ,  he  had  been  working  on  a  lyre.  the  old  gift  from  his  half  -  brother  had  ,  as  far  as  he  could  tell  ,  not  traveled  with  him.  the  guitar  ,  though  suitable  ,  was  not  his  instrument  of  choice  and  though  his  skill  came  naturally  ...  he  required  a  replacement.  clasping  the  lid  closed  ,  he  swung  it  over  his  shoulder.  "  you  can  have  it  ,  if  you  want  ,  "  he  said  gently  ,  gesturing  to  the  apple  box  he  had  used  as  a  seat  ,  when  the  crowd  had  dispersed  and  one  person  lingered  behind.  "  it's  not  the  most  comfortable  ,  though.  must  warn  you  there.  "

[violentdelighstviolentends]

As normal, Hadley was the last one to leave the office. It wasn't so much that he had an interest in what properties were on the market, but more that he he an interest in why people were moving. It wasn't like anyone could actually leave this town, why pretend otherwise? From what he could tell, most of the people in here were disgruntled former-royals who just wanted to find somewhere bigger, but didn't really have the funds for it. He'd have to talk his fake-self for that one, it had set him up nicely.

Still, he did actually want to go home. He may be good at being a mirror for people, but if he was truly honest about it, it was exhausting. Hide all elements of himself, and just be what people expected. Power was the key though, with power you were unstoppable.

It was why he almost groaned when he heard the door. Almost being the key word. "Ah my apologies, we were just closing" always start charming, it was easier to start there and adapt later, than try and convince someone of it later. "However, if there was somewhere in particular you wanted to see, I can get the keys?" he added, throwing in an easy smile as he turned.