#thread: charles

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@mischiefxmuses

Doom does remember Charles, but Doom himself is a different person now. He's gone back to a bit of his old ways now that he doesn't remember Dongkyung. So he's even more frustrated when he tries again to read Charle's mind and is blocked. "I just don't get how you can do that? Can you read my mind?"

[cameron-malkin]

This Isn’t Over || Self Para || 7.21.19

The gates of Thornewood opened to two cautious, returning members. As grand oak doors birthed two security guards, Lexus wished she hadn’t shut down Cameron’s attempts to prepare her for this moment, turning up the radio rather than dwelling on the future that awaited them.

Charles Forrester sat at his desk concocting punishments specialized for Cameron Malkin. Now that he had been given a name, Charles refused to let bygones be bygones. Positioning security at the front and back doors to catch the runaway as soon as he entered the building, Charles eagerly awaited for the man’s capture. He only hoped it would involve handcuffs and police sirens. Guards waited for them, poised and ready for a fight.

Instead, he was met with silence. No sirens. No fists connected with the trouble maker’s jaw. Again, Charles Forrester was made the fool, glaring out his window as Cameron Malkin walked inside the lobby, hand in hand with none other than Lexus Hale. Flames ignited in Charles’ eyes, unhinged rage tearing through his chest as angry fists found the unforgiving wood of his desk.

Looming over his desk, scattered with papers, files, rings staining the wood from coffee cups that had been filled too high, tired eyes reeled to face his office door as it swung open and two guards presented their findings — like proud hunting dogs that caught their long sought-after fox, tails wagging. Anger erupted from him in waves, but Charles held his tongue. One nod of his head and the men quickly made themselves scarce. Lexus trembled as Charles eyed up the two that had returned to Thornewood—willingly. Charles fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Sit,” His gruff voice commanded. Cameron wiped a hand over his face in an attempt to hide the growing smirk on his face. He sat, giving Lexus his hand to hold as she followed suit.

Charles smoothed out his shirt and tie, hands sprawled out on the cool surface of his desk as he towered over the two. Cameron immediately clocked the wrinkles in his characteristically crisp suits, sporting sleep deprived bags under his eyes. The realization that Charles had pursued the couple and lost track of them hung in the air, this fact alone enough to force Cam to stifle his laughter; the understanding that Charles Forrester had no idea who he was dealing with, glaring and obvious.

“Mr. Forrester—” Lexus started, voice breaking as their eyes met. Eyes glued to the warden of the hospital, Cameron subconsciously put their hands in her lap with a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

Charles’ brown eyes burned into hers, “I’ll be asking the questions here, Miss Hale. Starting with, did you aid this criminal’s escape?”

“You don’t think I particularly need help, do you, Charles?” Cameron wondered aloud, a hint of joy evident in his voice. Charles’ body burned, teeth clenched with the effort of maintaining professionalism.

“I suppose not, Mr. Malkin—not with your countless escape attempts.”

There Cameron was again, effortlessly supplying another quip, “Attempts?”

Gripping the back of his chair with white knuckles, Charles nodded firmly.

“That would imply they weren’t successful,” The 28 year old acknowledged with a wicked smile. His thumb smoothed over the back of Lexus’ wrist as she squeezed the life out of his hand, swiftly reminding him of her strength.

“Are you admitting you’ve successfully escaped from Thornewood?” Charles inquired, ready to nail the man to the wall. All he needed was a positive confirmation. Something more than a knowing smirk. Something of substance he could show the authorities, damning a menace like Cameron Malkin to serve more time in Thornewood Mental Hospital.

Dark eyebrows raised, Charles’ game was disappointingly obvious. Cameron had dealt with enough cops to know this is how they pinned a crime. “Not at all. I suppose to escape would mean it’d take effort.” Cameron couldn’t contain the sarcasm dripping from his voice as he promised, “I’d never risk being caught.”

Blood thumping in his ears, Charles was at a loss, knowing Cameron was too well read to openly admit his wrongdoing. Brown eyes narrowed on the raven haired woman to Cameron’s right. “Would you, Miss Hale?”

Terrified brown eyes snapped to his. He nearly smirked. Bingo. “Would I?”

“Yes, would you? Perhaps you’d risk exposure, perhaps you’ve been the one causing all this trouble on the red floor. It seems to me it’s no coincidence that upon your departure, the Red floor had grown quiet once more,” His voice climbed steadily, words blurring together as he delighted in the sight of Lexus Hale coming undone before him. “Nor is it a coincidence that Mr. Malkin has returned with you in tow. Blood was found in your room the night before you dismissed yourself, another coincidence, was it?” Lexus shook her head, shrinking in her seat as Charles leaned on his desk, not allowing her to hide her eyes from him. Desperate, tearful brown eyes seeked refuge in Cameron’s features as his hands burned to hold her, her bottom lip trembling.

Pearly white teeth exposed themselves, briefly flashing long enough for Cameron to catch sight of it, eyes zeroing in on his target. Tugging on Lexus’ hand, he hoped the touch was meaningful enough to remind her who he was. Cameron was never one to let overly confident rich kids push him around, he knew the cocky behaviour was a façade. Lexus may have been new to this behavior, but he certainly wasn’t. In school, he had adjusted these rich kid’s attitudes swiftly, with force. Thankfully for Charles, Cameron took a different approach, openly displaying the grin that sprawled out on his face.

“So a paper cut has lead you to your culprit? Fabulous work, detective.”

The nicknames snapped Charles like a twig, producing the response Cameron had been hoping for. Playing the Forrester as a violin, Cameron’s smirk only grew.

“Excuse me?” Charles’ thunderous voice boomed, bouncing off the walls. Lexus jumped, but even she couldn’t hide the small smirk that graced her pink lips. Spurred on by her reaction, Cameron continued.

“I said, I’m shocked you didn’t deduce this before,” Slowly, he added, “Sherlock.”

Alarm bells were ringing. Sirens could be heard in the distance, pleading with Cameron to stop as Charles’ face flushed. Teeth bearing down on his jaw, his hands ached to flip the desk before him, pin the little twerp underneath it.

“EXCUSE ME?” Were the only words that came to mind as all sense of authority slipped through Charles’ fingertips. Cameron held Lex’s hands tighter, hoping to show her who was in control here.

“Are you hard of hearing now? Turn up the hearing aid, old man.”

Frantic eyes searched for a coffee mug. A ruler. Pens—for Christ’s sake—anything to launch at the man in front of him. To wipe the smirk off his stupid fucking face.

Words incoherent, the deafening sound of composure lost filled the once-silent hallways of Thornewood Mental Hospital. Not one, not two, but three guards burst through the door, faces pale and white as snow. Not a single one of them looked eager to be in the same room as an unraveling Charles Forrester. Grabbing the shoulders of each patient, they were swiftly removed from the room, the sole survivors of an erupting volcano.

“Are you fucking insane?” One of the guards asked quite plainly. Lexus’ eyes met Cam’s. Yes. She covered her mouth to quell her laughter. His knowing smirk said he was too.

Hauling the Red patients up the stairs once more, Lexus reached for Cameron’s hand, desperately seeking his touch as she realized the guard hadn’t stopped beside her. “Wait, his room is next to mine,” Cameron’s heart broke as the innocence of her statement rang out through the halls. Cameron winced as the guards grip grew tighter on his shoulder, yanking him away from his love. Watching Lexus being thrown into her room, Cameron’s fist connected with the man that had handled her so roughly.

“Watch it!” He barked, ready to take another as his guard restrained him. Lexus shoved the guard as he wound up, aiming for Cameron but hitting his back against the wall instead.

“Cameron, please!” Lexus’ pleading ground him to a halt. The guard, now nursing his cheek, snickered.

“God, you’re whipped.”

Cameron met Lexus’ eyes, “That’s what a single man sounds like.” A quiet laugh escaped her lips as Cameron nudged her door closed with his foot, reassuring her, “It’s alright. I’ll be right back.” A lie, they both knew.

“Any last words?” The bitter question fell from harsh lips as the guard pushed Cameron into the isolation room. Eyes narrowed, a resounding fury reverberating through the man’s body.

“Tell that fucker, this isn’t over.”

[lorddominic]

who: dominic & @reveryfm where: The Barnett House (event)

Society events didn’t bother Dominic. He knew some people hated them and found them to be an inconvenience, but Dominic understood the necessity of them. He didn’t like that the Barnetts had something to celebrate, but Dominic wouldn’t let it ruin his night. He’d watched as others wanted to be appraised, as if they were nothing but cattle. Dominic may have been necessary in these events, but he didn’t have the patience for this sort of spectacle. Even though someone was getting appraised, Dominic couldn’t hear anything above other people talking. The Duke of Chartres was now in England, and many hoped he was looking for a wife. Dominic understood how frustrating this could be. He crossed the room, brandy in hand, and introduced himself. “I find these evenings are more tolerable with enough liquor,” he joked, holding out one of the glasses. “You’re the subject of a lot of conversations there. I’d avoid it if I were you.” 

[dannyxwhitechapel]

Location: Saxon House Dental Practice Who: Julia Escarra and @charlessaxon What: Still freaked from the events of last night, Julia finds herself looking for Charles. Someone she knows can relate and help her process this. 

Julia had been one the named. Her name had been thrown in the bucket of who had been targeted and the police had done nothing. Jade was dead. Ledger was called a suspect. Lunara. Fucking Percy. 

It was too much. Her head was spinning and naturally, her feet led her to Charles’ dentist office. She pushed through the door, ignoring the calls from his receptionist and made her way right to his office. It was by luck, she presumed, that he was there and not with a patient. The door shut behind her and she paced the length of his office, not looking at him. Not saying a word. And then, finally, she stop and turned to look at him. “Jade is dead.” Her best friend was dead. She should be cleaning out her townhouse. “She’s dead.” She repeated, though neither needed to hear it again. She was in shock still from last night’s events. “It could have been me.” Her name had been on the list. If she hadn’t cancelled plans with Jade - it could have been either of them. Both of them. That’s when she broken and let out a sob, dragging down the door of his office as she slid to the floor. Julia wrapped her arms around her legs as she buried her head between her knees and let out another sob..

[mcriexbeaumcnt]

🐶 our muses come across a wild/stray animal  // @charleshclstein​

Marie had a feeling she’d never let down the sound that exited her mouth as she heard a rustle in the bush next to her, she all but jumped onto the other, gripping his arm tight before pushing him in front of her. “Please tell me you heard that too-...” She whispered. “What do you think it is, a bear? Skunk? Werewolf?” She knew she wasn’t being logical, but with the night sky casting little light on their path everything seemed a lot more sinister.

[lenaxmacmillcn]

🍎 - our muses bob for apples

“Look, I understand what you’re saying. I just don’t understand how you can think this is fun-.. it’s wet, gross and I don’t even care for apples that much. I just don’t understand the point.”

@charles-villiers​