#toxicship

[ravenneedle]

Another jaxer panel for you all! Kind of messed up on the ear sorry😞

[redstatic5]

If this is unhealthy, I don’t want healthy.

Are they toxic?

Yes.

Are they manipulative? Also yes.

Did she fake-cry her way into Heaven? Absolutely.

Did he watch her do it and fall a little more intrigued? Without question.

They flirt at the gates of Heaven. They terrify angels for fun. They look like they’re two seconds away from violence or a kiss.

And somehow?

They make perfect sense together.

Static and Fire - 26. Holy Ground, Unholy Intentions.

Read 26. Holy Ground, Unholy Intentions. from the story Static and Fire by Redstatic5 (Redstatic) with 1 reads. smiling...

[sixfoldnightmare-blog]

Long Overdue

There seemed to be no end to those who questioned her associations with Mr. Tuvel. Whether it was with regards toward her absent husband or a lack of more stimulating gossip she could hardly be bothered to care either way. It's what happened, after all, when your life is surrounded by idle, meaningless chatter. It was hardly within her scope of interest to garner the goodwill of privileged socialites and witless gossips who thought themselves clever. No, her own interests were beyond the realms of catering to the whims of such shallow minds--though she had to admit the latest story was rather amusing. First they claim she killed her husband, and now whispers that she was plotting to kill again. Who better to make disappear, after all, than a famous magician and illusionist? The perfect vanishing act. Honestly it was laughable.

If she were going to make someone disappear she'd be certain to ensure that no one even noticed they were gone. It was why all those fool theories about her husband's disappearance were so easily dismissed, no matter how many times people tried to drag them back up out of the depths. True she'd taken up Mr. Tuvel's company partially out of spite. When he'd asked her to join him at the annual ball she could hardly refuse. Not with all those disapproving stares~ Though her continued interest was something else entirely. A combination of fondness, curiosity--and perhaps something more. After all he was an interesting man. Full of mystery and quite, skilled, in his craft--to put it modestly.

Those whispers at least were warranted. She would admit to being lonely--seven years was a long time after all... She folds her newspaper with crisp precision, setting it down neatly. And then there was a poison. Always with the poison--people seemed to forget the natural balances when there was a mystery involved. Honestly, perfume in and of itself was entirely toxic--you didn't just up and down a bottle just because it smelled of fruit and spice.

But because a lady had interests beyond her business...

Such a bother.