#patrxn

[itworksifyouworkit]

It wasn’t something Kinga would usually do. Wasn’t something she’d ever done when it came to one of Madripoor’s big fish.

Keeping this so above board, but call her soft- she’d rather not put the kid at any more unnecessary risk. She liked Theo.

So this once, she could ask before borrowing.

“I have a favor to ask you, Abel.

I need the boy. Techno.

To work a job.”

@patrxn

[jeanthenorthstar]

Ohh, thank god. A familiar face.

Frankly Jean-Paul couldn’t even really remember how he knew him at first (he met a lot of people), but by the time he approached the owner of a favored venue and man-about-town he had him clocked.

“You, hello. I know you.” JP greeted with a grin. “Last time I saw you it was at that event, the one..” Fuck which one was it again?

“-For the kids!”(?) Right right. “How’ve you been?”

@patrxn

[etherealstarr]

@patrxn​: ‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

“Are you honestly asking for help in your kidnapping plan?”

[etherealstarr]

@patrxn​: ‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

“Literally or philosophically?”

[ourlxdy]

@patrxn

In an elegant envelope, a piece of black designer cardstock and a smaller item of unopened plastic wrapping that crinkled when opened.

waktu dan pilihan tindakan amal yang disesalkan

whoopsie

hugs and kisses

[ourlxdy]

How are you? Holding up against the creeping cold, the kind that seeps into your bones, leaves you weak,

leaves you feeling like life is being pulled away from you.

... are you dying?

It’s so cold.

Hands grasped around her shoulders, she sits against the wall, always scanning, searching for some point in the room- some weak point, a way out.

But Abel was smarter than that.

Is this what it feels like, dying?

Not yet, she wanted more. There was still more, there were still so many things she’d yet to grasp in her hands.

More people, more parties, more gemstones and rare gemstones, more excitement, more warmth, more life.

Life.. fleeing, her body.

Let glamour, the subtler manifestations of her power, a seeming radiance had dimmed, an extra streak of golden shimmer across her eyelids faded away along with the perfectly flattering flush on her cheeks..

[ourlxdy]

They take you to the basement, down a flight of stairs that gradually changes from pristine and clean to dirty and worn. They lead you along a hallway, the smell of garbage and dust mingle with the stuffy air.

A thick door reminiscent of a bank vault or bunker is opened, and inside the room is a four walled glass enclosure with tall steal beams in each corner. They emit a low hum.

But you can almost instantly feel it, a chill down your spine.

You're unceremoniously thrown inside; smelly, probably fecal matter and whatever else dirtying the cell. Scratches decorate the walls in the deafening silence.

You begin to feel tired. Weak.

Cold.

Welcome to the freezer.

Every attempt to struggle; and struggle she did, with bites with scratches and with wide-eyed impassioned pleas and promises of work, wealth, sex, fell on the deaf ears of the immovable guards.

By the time Kinga is thrown into the filthy cell she lets out an animalistic shriek as she launches herself at the closing door, pounds on it with her fist.

“Âi sàt! Hey- hey!!

Sa hai- PIERDOLCIE SIĘ,” Fury is spitting out every provocation from any language at her disposal- “y tu PUTA MADRE!”

It doesn’t work, and she’s already losing steam as soon as that door is shut.

Cold like- a headache, no, it is cold, it’s freezing and it wasn’t the kind that crept up on you..

What is this?

Hand coming to cover her mouth and pinch her nose, she steps back against the wall in search of support- for the wave of tiredness, weakness

and she lowers herself down, trying to-

to what, to think, to.. something.

somehow it’s all impossible in here

[itworksifyouworkit]

What are you doing?? He's going to kill you both

“The patron or my fucking NEPHEW?”