#ppolluted

[inhandsthatheal-blog]

*loiters in the doorway*

try loitering outside the doorway.

[a-infusedwithamber]

@p-polluted 

Citrine eyes watch the older man as he traversed the crowds, likely in search of Jas' younger sister - a pursuit of James' that the crown prince was definitely not fond of. His sister may only see the good in people, but he was not so naive, and was well aware of the eldest Reynolds' ill intent.

So, he would make his own move, stepping out to address the far taller man before he could find the younger Fiore sibling.

     “ Reynolds - I'm glad you could make it. It's been a while since we last saw you, after all. ”

[a-crocusblooms]

She wears the trousers~

[intheroyalgardens]

verse: modern charcters: hisui, bonnie, james. trigger warnings: guns, blood, death.

The sound of the gun still echoed in her head as she collapsed back against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, finger still trembling over the trigger long after the bullet had been fired into her assailant's head.

Never before had she felt so appalled by her own actions. Actions she had never truly wished to commit, but had foreseen after her last encounter with the woman who now lay dead and bleeding on her bathroom floor. Bonnie Reynolds had made it perfectly clear that she'd wanted rid of Hisui as soon as she'd learned that the younger woman had become estranged from her father, and was no longer a source of wealth and notoriety. The D'Carina name had already infuriated her, once before, when she'd wished to have Toma for herself. So the threat that James' mother had bestowed upon the daughter of her long-since-dead nemesis had come as no surprise.

“ If you are not gone when I next grace this home with my presence, I will dispose of you myself. ”

The Reynolds matriarch, much like many other people who might claim to know Hisui, had assumed that she would not have stayed, and that if she had? She would not have fought back. Such a soft, feeble woman would surely perish at the hands of someone who already had many a person's blood on her hands. And perhaps she would have been right about that a decade or so ago, when Hisui had not known the people and the things that she knew now.

If Hisui had not learned to be a little more wise about who she believed, and who she did not, Bonnie would have been right. If Hisui had not believed Bonnie, if Hisui had not prepared for the moment when the older woman came for her with knife in hand, she would perhaps not have had a gun holstered to her thigh...and perhaps Bonnie would not have been dead.

Through the deafening silence; after a period of time that Hisui could not quite label or trace, the creak of the entrance door cracked through the deathly quiet rooms of the mansion home. Dark crimson continued to trickle out over white marble as his footsteps sounded through the halls leading to where the two of them lay. One still, the other weeping with trembling hands that could no longer cling onto her weapon of choice. The gun dropped and clattered against the tiles just as the man she loved opened the door onto a scene that he could quite possibly never have predicted.

      “ I'm so sorry, James...I didn't want to do this...I didn't mean to...I-I... ”

                Didn't want to leave...didn’t want to die.

[ofmsfortune]

p-polluted replied to your post: everyone should make a suggestion to name freya’s...

james voice: how many times do I have to say it. call the cat /James/.

freya voice: this name is too generic and does not match my #aesthetic

[hiemaliis]

@p-polluted ( x )

for someone who  had been called a genius for at least the last century, fay hunter sometimes did very stupid things --- usually out of boredom, of course, but once in a while just because she wanted to see if she could get away with it. the answer, of course, was yes, most of the time. fay had a long past of getting into trouble and even longer past of knowing people who could get her out of it. though this time, she was surely pushing it.

but then, the  newspaper hosting its anniversary party did belong to her --- or at least, sixty percent of it did --- and if she wanted to attend the party, there were very few people who could stop her. smirking against her glass of orange juice, fay's shoulders relaxed as she heard footsteps behind her. ❛ i thought you couldn't make it, ❜ she started, not even bothering to turn her head until she smelled smoke, but the wrong brand. this was neither one of her brothers nor was it richard, the one she had actually invited. ❛ ---you aren't rich, no? ❜ she mused aloud, adjusting her bracelet and sighing deeply before turning.  oh, here went nothing.

[a-crocusblooms]

[a-crocusblooms]

                I CAN’T MOVE ON,          BELIEVE IN ANYBODY ELSE,

          ‘til you are dead and gone.                (or  l i v i n g  again.)