#irritablefacade

[consultingsister-aa]

STARTER CALL // @irritablefacade

“I quit.” How many times is she going to wait for him outside of work, the smell of New York City still on her skin ( only somewhat covered by Chanel No. 5 ) and yell at him like a mad woman? What happened to a simple hello? “Well I... sort of quit. I’ve gone from editor to contributing editor, which is a compact way of saying I shall now live without an office and any serious deadlines.” Even in the heat she manages to assume a cool exterior; like this news means very little to her; like she expects nothing from him. “Could live anywhere now. Power of the internet and all that.” She doesn’t expect nothing, by the way, she’s all in and now she needs him to do the same. It’s a lot to ask, she knows, and he’ll probably run off now. “What do you think, any suggestions?” 

[wedtocrime]

❛  𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 gonna work out. there’s no guarantees. but if this turns out to be a big mistake, then let’s make it the most fun big fucking mistake we’ve ever made.  ❜

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. /  @irritablefacade

[quiasocrates]

@irritablefacade nate   +   brian.

           ❝  You’re  not  going  to  run  and  squeal  to  the  host,   are  you?  ❞  the cigarette bud crinkles with a flame as he lifts it between his mouth.  ❝  I had to get out of there somehow.  ❞

[diffussed]

‘  when was the last time you ate ?  ‘

startercall.   / @irritablefacade

[mysterynerda]

❛    i just think i’ll have more luck in my search if i go after hours   ,   is all   .   i UNDERSTAND the dangers perfectly well   ,   thank you   —   but they haven’t stopped me before   ,   and they won’t now   .    ❜

                                                                                   - ̗̀     sc            ➝              @irritablefacade !    ̖́-

[maddefnse]

❛  i really don’t care if he’s guilty or not.  it doesn’t matter ... in fact, it never does.  ❜  annalise pours fourth glass of whiskey. golden liquor shimmers between her slender fingers.  ❛  i just WANT YOU to testify that you saw him last night.  ❜

startercall. ! @irritablefacade

[consultingsister-aa]

@irritablefacade said: ‘i know how to do my job.’

“Oh come on! The husband clearly did it.” He shouldn’t leave files at home; she has no scruples about flicking through the pages in search of something interesting. “It only looks like a gang killing because that’s what he wanted. She has zero links to drugs or... sex trafficking or anything that would bring her remotely into the world of gang warfare. She is the third world equivalent of a suburban housewife. And he probably got caught fucking their neighbour. It’s a suburban drama.” It feels kinda nice to argue with him. Maybe because she’s starting to get frustrated; maybe that’s why she opened up the case files. Her book is going nowhere, she spends half her day waiting for him to come home. She has no friends here. The reality of it is starting to settle on her. 

But because he hasn’t done anything wrong (or at least, nothing that she’s bothered about) she can’t pick a fight over anything between them. So she’ll pick a fight about a murder case. There is logic in it somewhere. “I am not saying you can’t do your job, I’m just saying you seem to have a unfounded bias about this case.” 

[pargeneticae]

          FROM HER PERCH BEHIND the counter, Ambrosia observes as Brian leans back against the cushions, a mosaic of bruises, throw pillows, and a mop of dark hair bleeding into a couch, she suspects, is almost as old as he is. Her lips quirk as the observation is embedded to memory–– although in the moment, it brings her little pleasure to reflect on his dotage. His marred flesh is only too uncanny a reminder of his imprudence. A sigh lodged beneath her breast-bone manages to elude her, and she fruitlessly returns to his vigilance, holding up her fore and middle finger, slowly gliding them from side to side. ‘ How many fingers am I holding up? ’

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