#untouchable:start

[pcllx-blog]

– SHE’S ONLY HERE OUT OF OBLIGATION. she knows what she has to do to keep her continued success – she’s a fluke and she’s nothing without the sanctum. but the fear of what’s in the envelope and what they might ask her to do next stops esme from keeping her cool about it. all she’s been able to think about is lucinda’s passing and the threat that it seems to make towards her own well being. the letter was not sincere at all – it was ominous. and that’s why she takes the pill in her bag, mixing with whatever’s behind the open bar. she’s the perfect amount of out of it. but that perfect amount keeps her from holding on to her usual skater-like grace as her heel snags on the corner of the oriental rug. she’s sent sprawling forth into a stranger, steadying herself on their arm for balance. “sorry about that,” she giggles, rather tipsy. “i should be more careful, shouldn’t i?”

[angelharrison]

      ❝  i mean ,  i don’t want to be  that  person but--  ❞  a pause ,  ocean eyes shifting around for just a second before her attention turns to the other ,  brows furrowing in an interrogative manner .  ❝  lucinda is dead .  shouldn’t we be ,  you know ,  honoring her ?  i get it ,  there’s work to be done which is extremely important but i--  ❞   the redhead trails off ,  choosing to sip from her drink instead of letting herself get too involved in the matter .  it wasn’t up to her anyway ,  maybe it was best for everyone to just move on from the occurred   ---  even if it felt wrong .  ❝  ... forget i said anything .  ❞

[clcmency-blog]

No one comes to the shop this late. 

The darkness that collected at the corners of the room seemed only to thicken as the sun continued to send purple and magenta streaks through the evening sky.Had it not been for his principle, for his insistence to keep his lamp on until every single light up and down the street lit up the night, Clement would’ve been long gone back home by now. A quick raise of his wrist to catch the impossibly slow tick-tick-ticking of his watch told him what he’d already known, told him to settle in for the hours that were still to come.

But no one comes to the shop this late.

So when the still, silent air was cracked through with the ringing of the door chime, Clement could only let his eyes shine with his surprise for a moment before the mask is raised once more, shielding his features of any expression that wouldn’t sell.

“Good evening.”

[warrxns-blog]

“wow. a glorious monument to humanity’s stubbornness,” remarked warren as his eyes marvelled at the speakeasy. he address no one in particular, although he fixed a cordial smile ready on his face for people who wished to strike a conversation. having studied some legal psychology, he did know the mental processes behind the americans setting up secret bars when alcohol had been prohibited. he wasn’t invited here to babble about things he learned in university, however. “this is hardly the finest liquor i’ve tasted,” he said, taking a gulp of alcohol. “but i suppose it’s decent. what about you?”

[persecvted-blog]

    RUNNING LATE AND TAKING THE STEPS THREE AT A TIME, he arrived in the room hopefully unnoticed. the issue was that he hadn’t heard the alarm going off, the reminder he needed to get going at a certain time, until he saw the accompanying light flashing red. there had been several additions to his apartment, all to aid him further, especially because the advanced and barely noticeable hearing aids he’d been offered hadn’t been accepted by him yet. there was always a price to pay with the sanctum. and even now, his heart rate up and trying to look casual, he was worried about what this occasion really meant, for him and for them all.

      his hope to go unnoticed was dashed as he turned around to be met by one of the others just inches away, his body recoiling --- he hadn’t heard them either. seemed today was just not his day. “didn’t see you there, what’s up?” 

[milaiis-blog]

‘i’m not here to clean up everyone’s shit.’ or maybe: ‘damn it, the sanctum owes me a raise.’ these are the thoughts she wants to vocalise. instead, she grumbles, “if you’d like to learn about the various and abundant effects of alcohol on your body, i’d be happy to give you a tour or a refresher.” she doesn’t know yet if the other is actually intoxicated, but she’s seen the other untouchables wildly drunk so often and it tires her, as the medical expert who’s bound to make them not die from too much liquor. she’s not going to put up with that in sweden.

[pcllx-blog]

STARTER: OPEN

– “IT WAS A SKATING ACCIDENT, I SWEAR,” esme protests as if her taking a tumble into the railing is a perfectly natural thing, one that would lead to such a convenient black eye. she doesn’t want to talk about her accidental run-in with the swedish cartel, no matter who’s asking. 

[angelharrison]

          ❝  SO ...   you see ,  i was watching a movie the other day ,  ❞    she begins without paying much attention to who it is that sat beside her ,  recognizing their silhouette right from the corner of her eyes .  one could say angel’s memory was just good like that .  ❝  &  basically ,  the woman says there is nothing she won’t do in bed except for kissing on  the lips ,  because that is too personal .  ❞  a pause ,  rosy lips sipping from the straw of her  strawberry frappuccino  before the redhead speaks up again ,  ❝  do you agree with that ?  do you think that the  most personal  thing two people can share is a kiss ?  even more than actually sleeping together ?  ❞  it might have seemed like a random concern to have ,  but the question had been lingering on her mind for far too long .