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A thin cigarette dangled from between her delicate fingers, a ring of red stains around the filter where her lips would catch the little cancer stick that relieved Angélique of the most of her stress.

She looked away, moody as she usually was, pouting as she listened to Saamuel talk from the comfortable position she was in the ornate, plush chair that cradled her like a throne.

“I said I was tired of it. Not that I wanted to change.” she corrected him, rolling her wrist a little before she looked away from him. “I’ll stop being cynical the day the world no longer gives me a reason to be cynical. When the world will stop being stupid and revolting. I can’t believe it. Nobody knows what class is anymore. Disgusting.”

#rp #seekesotsibteadmist #hello <:

what is love?

you’ve taught me

it’s holding on

to scalding-hot metal

i have so much to give

my emotions, a part of me

i’ve accepted, on this

journey

but you..

insist

anchoring me

to the edge of that cliff

and as i stare down at the abyss

the darkness feels

familiar

how can i love you?

what are you asking of me?

frozen on that ledge

forevermore?

was it all a farce?

if only i could turn back time

i’d never allow

my sweet, naïve little self

to be fooled by the warmth

of the hand that led me here

People are very weird and that's a very cool thing I like watching them

#I saw a post about what about voyeurs? So much exhibition what about voyeurism #hello :))#In many forms I like watching it is enjoyable people are interesting #interacting can be scary but watching can be fun. And making people do stuff by just telling them (they listen?!)#And then you can step in literally whenever you want if you want And there was anticipation possibly

@s-unfleur said: ❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜ / frank

their lover was a man who wore deceit like a crown of thorns. he was neither a good man, nor a kind one. and he died as he lived, stained from betrayal. he also died in diana's arms, his blood soaking her skin and clothes. she wonders, if even as he had his last few breaths, if billy was disgusted by her love. like it was something diana had cursed him with, a burden she forced him to stomach. when she kissed his cold lips and said goodbye, she knew the only one she was comforting was herself.

❛ billy will never know peace, ❜ she says, and it is a simple fact. he never knew peace in his life, and his death will be spent repenting for his deceitful nature. diana could tell frank that it's okay. she could smile and take him in her arms, and say the words he is begging to hear. she doesn't. ❛ i cannot fault you for what you did, ❜ says the broken-hearted woman instead. ❛ but you deserve better than to have those words spoken from the lips of a woman desperate not to lose you. ❜

she could feed him falsehoods to keep him in her arms, but nothing good has ever come from lies.

#s-unfleur #sunfleur #writing.#inbox.#hello :))

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HI!!!!

#im very picky with who i follow #but ive been thinking about following you for a while and ahhhh!!#hello :))

New phannie again. You've reminded me: who was the guy in the original pinof aka known as "zebras". I've watched it recently but who was it?

Ben. he was in Dan's documentary for Channel 4 recently, and got engaged this summer.

#and dnp are probably going to his wedding whenever it happens #hello :))#answered #ben

"Doesn't really feel like a win though, does it?"

The Grid is empty, nothing but a skeleton staff, those last stragglers who have no pressing need to return home... and his words seem to echo around the small back room. Colin's desk remains how he left it, perfectly tidy except for a comic book perching precariously on one corner and for a moment Zaf feels a tightness in his chest, a catch behind his ribs that suddenly makes it feel as if its far too difficult to breathe. One thumb pushes the comic gently backwards so its no longer in danger of falling, brown eyes flickering over it before moving to meet the gaze of his mentor .. chief .. friend.

Adam's eyes are tracing his expression, lingering on the swell of a bruised cheekbone, and the younger agent gives a soft smile, reaching upwards to prod at a well split lip as if testing for further damage. "I was worried it might've messed up my looks but I'm beginning to change my mind now. Ruth couldn't keep her eyes off me...though maybe that was because she was trying to assess if I had a concussion." His smile is less amused and more fatigued this time, almost pained by the burden of exhaustion that has started to settle heavy on his shoulders. The older agent is silent, features painted with an expression that Zaf doesn't recognize, and he frowns in response. "Colin wasn't your fault, Adam. We couldn't have known."

He waits a moment, feels his heart thumping in the hollow of his chest (one beat, two...) and fidgets as if his hands want to instinctively reach out for something. Instead, he offers another grin, words teasing despite the shadow lingering just beneath the surface. "I do remember you sending me onto that airfield though. So this ..." He points to his face, fingers gesturing as if encouraging his companion to take into account the full picture. " ... I'd say that might be worth a round or two, wouldn't you?"

#dodgedabullet #* v. rise. to prove they couldn't break you #hello :))#im tagging this as a surprise starter but its sort of that plotted thing we talked about lol #the ... *realization*#anyways if this is shit and you cant work with it tell me. i love you !!