#marisol 01.

[vibecheckcr]

Location: Outside Thistle House Person: @muertevelasco​ “You’ve been here every day for weeks.” It’s the same woman, every time he’d walked past, there she was. The shop was still seeing a lot of traffic both inside and out, by the window there were still bushels of flowers being left, candles, gifts, for the fallen queen consort. There were surely the same people who came by to still pay respects, the owner had been a pillar in the community, her business had been there for years. But this woman, with her dark hair and those weepy doe eyes. “I didn’t get to meet her myself, but I hear she was wonderful.” Romulus’s tone is contemplative as he stands beside her, eyes on the storefront where hers are.

[elmira-kent]

location: the streets of rome person: another milf @muertevelasco

She doesn’t really get days off, not anymore, she hasn’t for a while. If she is not working on something for the shop, she is making choices for the wedding, she is curating her own floral arrangements for it. Elmira does not need sleep, and yet she can’t help but feel absolutely exhausted and she has made an executive decision to spend the day simply doing whatever she’d like. She would be of no use to anyone in such a restless state and so she finds herself walking through the market and looking at all of the trinkets that she most definitely does not need. It’s not about shopping, it is about spending time with herself, but just when she’s slowly slipping into relaxing for the day, she’s affronted with an all too familiar sound. It’s a laugh, one that’s loud and joyful and she hasn’t heard it in decades, certainly not since prohibition, not since she’d made Rome her home. “Marisol?” Moving through the crowd, she looks to the woman and her curls and her smile and something in her twists. It had been years and while she likes to think she’s on good terms with any of her previous lovers, it’s such a strange time of her life to encounter one now.

[andythane]

MARISOL STEEL | @marisolsteel

when + where jan 21, where ever your heart tells u

❝ The older I get, the more I realize that age doesn’t bring wisdom. ❞

Eyes roll, a scoff of a laugh coming with her words. “Keep up, kid. Life is a fuckin’ shit show,” Andy begins, in no mood to be having a conversation with anyone associated with the Bastards, regardless of the fact that Marisol isn’t a member. “Your friends ain’t any fuckin’ help either.” He points out, the bitterness evident in his tone. It’s not Marisol’s fault that the the Bastards are, well, /fucking bastards/ but he’s not going to hide his bias. Kali’s still under suspicion for Sutton’s murder and as far as Andy’s considered -- Javier is a dead man. “You want somethin’ or are you just here to spew half-assed ‘wisdom’?”