#persecvted

[angelharrison]

   ❝  MY NAME IS ...  how do i say angel in asl ?  should i spell it ?  ❞   the girl asked ,  gaze lifting from her hands  &  moving towards kai ,  who sat across from angel on the bed .  on her lap ,  she placed one of the pillows he had ,  her trusty notebook lying open on top of the soft fabric .   after learning about kai’s situation regarding his hearing ,  angel thought it was only fair that she learned at least a few things in sign language .  sure ,  she’d done a tiny bit of studying on her own ,  little notes scribbled all over the notebook she used for her own writings  ---  which now doubled as a notebook for when she wanted to speak and kai could not hear .  ❝  you’d think how to introduce myself would be the  first thing  i tried to learn ...  i guess i gotta a little too carried away !  ❞   laughing ,  she straightened her posture  &  brushed a red curl behind her ear ,   ❝  are you sure you wouldn’t rather be somewhere else ?   we’re in  sweden  ,  you know ;  i can wait until we’re back home for you to teach me everything .  i don’t want to ruin any plans you might have made .  besides ,  you might get  sick  of me ...  ❞  /  @persecvted

[iscldes-blog]

LOCATION: mårten trotzigs gränd. STATUS: closed for @persecvted​ !

there’s something about being away from new york city that makes the distance between them feel almost like it had been nothing more than a bad dream. lately, it had become difficult for her to walk down the streets back home and not remember the days when kai had once been a permanent presence, first at her back, then at her side. here, as they wander down the streets of old town stockholm, it feels like the world falls back into place. for the briefest of moments, isolde finds herself thinking that it would be nice to make some good memories here, memories that she can hold onto when kai eventually—no, she refuses to finish that thought.

not wanting the thoughts that she’s tried so valiantly to leave behind in new york to catch up to her, isolde turns to kai—and tries not to laugh at how much he stands out among the crowd of tourists that surround them—with a grin. ‘ hey, this alley is pretty. help me take a photo ? ’ and then before he even gets to reply, she steamrolls on, ‘ no, let’s take a photo together ! ’

[angelharrison]

text  —›  kai

ANGEL: so ... remember when you said you were good at fixing stuff? like, around the house?

ANGEL: i kind of need help ...

[angelharrison]

            ❝  i simply don’t understand why i’m like this  ---  why can’t i just be organized ?  see ,  this is why that little notebook of mine comes in handy ;  it helps me keep everything in one place !  what if it takes ages for me to put these together and send them to a publisher ,  what if i’m missing something ?  what if they end up thinking i’m sloppy ?  i’m not !  ❞  of course ,  the redhead could simple turn to the sanctum in order to get her book published ,  but that wasn’t what angel wanted ;  she didn’t need new reasons for them to use her more than they already did .  besides ,  it was also a matter of pride .  she could do this on her own ,  &  she would .

           in addition to that ,  the way she  &  kai were now closer to each other than ever before made her worry even more about the sanctum .  she couldn’t let them hurt him ,  which also meant avoiding even the slightest possibility of being on their wrong side .  with a heavy sigh ,  she rest her head on the man’s shoulder ,  eyes closing .  at least his presence helped her relax .  ❝  ... maybe i’m not even that good of a writer ,  you know ?  perhaps it’s all just wishful thinking ,  there’s already so many books out there .  ❞  angel murmurs ,  gaze shifting downwards to the persian cat lying on her bed ,  ❝  maybe i should think of a different career .  ❞  /  @persecvted

[iscldes-blog]

LOCATION: outside johnny’s bar on greenwich ave. STATUS: closed for @persecvted !

it’s only when the adrenaline of the fight wears off that she starts to feel the ache settle in. isolde brings a hand up to her face, prodding gently at her swollen lip and grimacing at the blood that smears across her fingertips. she’s fairly certain there’s a cut across her left eyebrow too, if the stinging is anything to go by; too little too late, she hopes that it doesn’t leave a scar. at least she’s not sporting a shiner this time—she’d gotten into trouble with her agent that one time for showing up to a magazine shoot with a busted face—but that’s only a small blessing. every other place on her body hurts like a bitch, although she’s fairly certain that nothing’s broken, at least.

what would the tabloids say if they knew ? what a headline that would make: isolde davenport starts fight at bar for no fucking reason.

except... she knows exactly why she had done it. if anyone asks, she’ll say it’s because she needs the danger and the pain to remind her that she’s alive, and maybe that would’ve been the truth a few months back. it’s not quite a lie now, but it’s not the whole truth either. thankfully, her phone is still in her back pocket, although there’s a spider-web of cracks across the screen that hadn’t been there at the start of the night. her finger hovers over the speed dial for a beat too long—god, she’s so fucking pathetic, but the distance between them feels like glass in her chest, tearing her throat to shreds every time she tries to say anything to close it.

if this is what she has to do to feel close to him for one more night, to pretend that she hasn’t noticed the way he’s withdrawn from her recently, then she’ll do it. it’s three in the morning but the phone barely rings once before the call connects, and guilt settles heavy within her at the sound of his voice. how do you miss someone who never left ? isolde’s still trying to figure that one out.

‘ can you come pick me up ? ’ she asks, hating the way she sounds so very small all of a sudden, so unsure of herself, because for the first time since she’s known him, she’s struck by the fear that maybe this is when he decides he’s had enough of her shit.

[poiscnveined-blog]

@persecvted

this is NOT dante’s usual gym, that much is certain. a hole in the wall, neighborhood gym with regular joes is not his scene, and yet --- here he is, front and center; can’t miss him coming in and that’s what he’s aiming for. he has no problem with being the center of attention, but it’s all because he’s waiting for someone, a specific someone. 

and then, he looks up. as if by magic, his someone has appeared. kai walks in and dante has to hide his smug smile as he spots him, wiping the sweat off his brow. there’s no surprise in his voice as he calls over to the other man. “hey, hotshot. fancy seeing you down here.” 

[pcllx-blog]

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fun police 👮‍♂️

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uptown girl / billy joel 

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[sms]: hope you don’t have plans tonight bc i have czech wine & project runway is back :)