Jul 1, 2023
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"do you want to talk about it?" he kept his voice low, knowing that if she said no, that meant no. he wouldn't press. he had no right to, even though concern was etched in his features.
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short starter for @tinymute ft silas
"do you want to talk about it?" he kept his voice low, knowing that if she said no, that meant no. he wouldn't press. he had no right to, even though concern was etched in his features.
"What does black tie event even mean?" (Aedus)
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“ Wine and champagne, and conversations about nothing that drag on forever, and everyone is too polite to end them.... no, it’s a lovely affair, really, I’m simply being cynical, apologies. It merely means it’s a very fancy occasion. Everyone will be wearing their best formal attire and on their best behavior... or rather, close as they can come for some of those on the guestlist. --------- If you’d like to come with me, I would be delighted to have you? We could go shopping tonight if you’d like a new dress, have your hair done, have you dressed to the nines, if that sounds like something you’d like, darling? “
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His words could be construed as advice, sarcasm, or some sort of threat. She was not entirely sure what they were, but to the young, rich girl, they felt like a lesson. Juliette sat, cross legged, unable to look him in the eye.
What was she supposed to say? She wanted to be a good person, to be the one who broke the pattern that was her mother and her terrible deeds. What made her any different than Tess and her large, expensive parties?
Was it her morals?
Or was she just as much of a monster as the abusive disaster that was her adoptive mother?
Before she knew it, her eyes were blurred with tears. Juliette drew in a long, slow, breath.
“So how does it begin?”
She’s small and quiet--in more ways than one. Her whole presence is quiet, withdrawn, like it only wants to take up the space it needs or less. She’s a consenting adult by all rights save one - the one that makes her so childlike now. Trauma makes children of even the oldest and the strongest. Crowley smirked as he watched her, a new light sparking in his eyes when her eyes filled with tears.
A nice, easy sales pitch. Just what he needed to feel back on top again.
“Bit different for everyone, isn’t it? Almost always a slow slide, though--and so spectacular a one-eighty you don’t even recognize yourself after.”
Crowley paced over and sat down beside Juliette--great name, he was a fan to say the least--as, with a sigh, he dropped forward some, elbows on his lap and feet apart. Sorrow colored him now, and it wasn’t just ACTING. Deals went over better when you could get a little more p e r s o n a l with the clientele.
“Knew a man once who grew his in only a few months. Had himself a boy, a business, a wife, two whole coins to rub together--but the wife got sick, and the man took to drink...and then adultery...whoring...more drink. Wife died. He started going in on his son, if you know what I mean. Mean old bastards would’ve his soul for another cup of water-piss whiskey towards the end there, and he did. That’s how it starts: one bad day, one out of control moment. But he didn’t have what I do--what YOU can, if you like.” He turned his head and smiled at her, but made no move to change his position. With any luck, that was all he’d need to pave an in here--and with the parties that bitch Tess through, there was a good chance meetings with seedy businessmen no longer raised alarm bells for the girl.
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@tinymute continued from (x)
There was so much she could not really explain to him. Telling him why she was curled up on the floor when she could easily be somewhere much more comfortable was a lot more tricky than her tired mind was ready to deal with. Night terrors plagued her, demanding that she wake and acknowledge them. The fear of what could lurk under the bed, under a couch, under anything, the fear of being snatched up and carried off…
It all overwhelmed her. The only thing that felt safe was curling up on the floor. So that is where he found her, curled with a blanket and a pillow…and Stella. Julie was not sure when the dog had joined her, but the beautiful creature was definitely a comfort. Julie peered up at Quinn, her hand absently stroking Stella’s neck as she tried to find some sort of explanation.
After a few moments, she made a small noise, climbing to her feet so she could find her text to speech device. With the small item in hand, she returned and slowly returned to her spot on the ground.
“I am sorry. Did I wake you? I did not mean to disturb you. I…”
She hesitated, rocking a little where she sat.
“Could not sleep. It happens sometimes.”
Why was she so afraid of what he thought? Worse, why did she shake like she had done something wrong?
Quinn had gotten curious when Stella was nowhere to be found. It hadn’t taken long to find her curled up with the young woman on the floor. And he was concerned. He wasn’t sure what had prompted her to migrate to the floor but he assumed that it couldn’t have been good. Nightmares wasn’t a concept that Quinn was unfamiliar with in the slightest.
He watched her as she got up and went to get her device. Now he felt a little bad for disturbing her but he just wanted to make sure that she was alright. Quinn was already shaking his head before the voice finished its delivery of her message.
“No, no you didn’t wake me. I didn’t know where Stella had gone so I went looking for her and saw you on the floor.”
Quinn squatted down so he was more at Juliette’s level as she sat on the floor. Stella didn’t get up to come over to him which seemed to indicate to him that she knew Juliette needed her attention more. He couldn’t fault her for that.
“Sorry that you couldn’t sleep. I know how that feels,” he admitted softly. Quinn watched as she started to seemingly become a little more distressed. He wasn’t sure if it was something he was doing or saying or the memory of whatever was on her mind. “Do you want to talk about it?”
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It was almost unsettling holding the CD behind his back. Sharing music with another shouldn’t have been this frightening, but with the importance it held he couldn’t help but swallow around the lump that began forming in his throat. How long had it been since he’s listened to the music on that disc himself? A few years maybe? That thought alone had his nerves clawing at him. He’s never even shared this with another before, but for so many reasons he felt it was right that he offer that chance to Juliette first.
Taking a deep breath, he closes the rest of the distance between them before slowly pulling out the CD. As he holds it out he chews on his bottom lip for a few moments. He’s not quite sure what Juliette would think, but he guesses it’s as good of a time as any to find out. So he does his best to hold onto any semblance of confidence that he has as he looks at her.
“I know you like the violin, and well…I thought you might want to listen to this. It’s a live recording from a concert that’s about thirty years old. It’s one of my favorites.”
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Time seemed to freeze for a moment. A thousand calculations at once... He had no weapon of his own, their surroundings weren’t optimal for a fight like this. There was a high probability SHE could be hurt before he managed to get to her, even with his speed. He’d have to be careful. He’d have to be faster...
He’d been created to be a negotiator, first... time to put that to use. A slow step forward, hands held up, palms facing them. Anger was concealed behind a cool demeanor, neither features nor LED betraying any of it, save for the nearly imperceptible clenching of his jaw at the frightened sound she made.
“ What new order? “ He had to keep them talking, keep them distracted. Another step forward. [ PRECONSTRUCTION ] Attack the one on the left first, snap his neck, take his weapon, shoot the one holding Juliette, shoot the other before he had a chance to retaliate. Probability of success: 64%. The percentage was too low... numbers flashing in his peripheral. But, that wouldn’t deter him. He had to take it. He would accomplish this mission. “ Why don’t you tell me what that has to do with her? “