#indevise

[asocialconduct-a]

@indevise asked: " power hates a vacuum. " / from maurice, to jesper!

there's something on the coffee shop's tv — one gang's misfortunate leading to another gang's success. to anyone else listening, it's common news. misery loves company and all that. but to jesper... it's all down to his latest job. the newfound underdog gang having fallen victim to his efforts. breaking news, celebrity's daughter previously missing has been located. she was being held for ransom, and he's sure the father would've paid had jesper not intervened. his gaze studies the screen. he hopes that young woman gets the support she needs. power hates a vacuum. he glances to his right to find a woman lingering beside his table.

he draws in a deep breath and leans back into his seat, unconcerned but cautious. " and i hate power. " a forced smile graces his lips, he's got no reason to be standoffish towards this stranger — except for the fact that no one ever notices him. a ghost in a crowd, a blur in a photograph, a shadow in the dark. he's immediately intrigued, above all else. the intention hadn't been to enable a rival gang, and he's certainly not pleased to learn of the news, but he supposes it's nature. he can't control everything. " it's a good thing she's safe, now. "

[acataelepsie]

[ knowing ]   sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go. ⤷ from: liam quinn ✧˖°. sc. (𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨)

FASCINATING HOW QUICKLY A SITUATION COULD TURN ON ITS HEAD.      in the midst of informing everyone for the umpteenth time that the hat was NOT haunted,  liam had made an offhand comment and suddenly the damn thing was levitating and the windows were shattering.      matteo had hastily grabbed liam’s hand and yanked him under the table to avoid the shrapnel of glass.     “ okay,  so maybe it’s a little bit haunted,  but you shouldn’t have insulted it if you thought it was in the first place. ”

liam then proceeded to pull his hand free  ( the hand that matteo hadn’t realized he had still been holding nonetheless ).     well,  whatever the case,  the problem still stands.      the cursed object was throwing a fit and the only solution that made sense was to either sneak up on it and destroy it or —      “ YOU’VE GOT TO APOLOGIZE TO IT,  LIAM. ”

[acataelepsie]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐱.    𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎.    [  𝖺  𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍  𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍  𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍  |  𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽  𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁  @indevise  ]  

[acataelepsie]

"  may I have this dance?  "    [  @indevise liam with vi  ]  —  sc.

there was a twinkle of surprise in the woman’s eyes as her hand sought his reflexively.    “  bien sûr.  ”    her footsteps were light, cautious even as she stepped closer.    the strings eased into the beginnings of a waltz and couples all around them scurried to take their place on the dance floor.    “  but is there some sort of special occasion for this dance?    or someone you’re trying to avoid?  ”    liam quinn was a man who seemed to veil himself in ambiguity,  which made it very difficult to read his intentions in situations such as these.    she placed her other hand delicately against his shoulder and gazed into his eyes inquisitively as the woodwinds joined the arrangement in high-toned,  lilting melody.