#vernaculare

[sarpelui-saved]

A RAGING INFERNO THREATENS to claw itself out of it’s protective cage . it leaves a trail of scorched earth behind him . his voice carries , his soldiers flock out to find the questioned as a booming voice belonging to not nikolas petran , but the fury inside his chest sounds ❛ where is she ?   ❜ a demand quickly answered in your bedroom . they know what comes next , he passes the stairs leading to his room , a beeline to his office where the door slams to echo down the halls . and for a moment ----- he finds himself real again . no longer did the man dressed in a perfected suit stand in the center of a room , but a mess of a demon donning blood stained clothes , fussed hair and a tie undone  as the voice in his head rakes through his ears march to their kingdom and burn it down  a reminder you’ve been too forgiving . heart throbbing painfully inside his chest he pleads for claws to tear it out  , but instead idle hands grab the first thing they can find , a lamp chucked across the room ---- shattered to pieces . another idea , tear down their buildings make them beg the loss of many , his own trusted company finds itself at the mercy of fucking savages , a hand , full arm swipes across the wooden desk ---- for he is ENRAGED and uncaring in the solace of his office . a darkness overbearing and what he craves is a release in the form of his fine white powder , a disease that will amp him up only more but perhaps quell the potential damage in his head .  and it’s once more , a verge of eyes wide open staring lifeless with the simple act of a broken neck that he remembers his own soldiers ,the lives he had to take . the hand soon crashed into the wall , hole punctured met with a booming romanian curse .                                          and the door opened . @vernaculare

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a deep mahogany red, airs on the side of maroon with the most subtle silver threading, he chose it because .... well , she did. to put it so simply it’s worn against the black dress shirt of his favor, suit jacket to cover and he looks across to her in the dim lighting of the restaurant, it’s not kings but a small niche place on the outside of town that serves what , he finds to be in his opinion, the best food in the city.  ❛  you know , i haven’t gotten the chance to come out this way in a long time.  i’m glad we were able to  ❜ of course, he says nothing of the fact that their reservations were full, but a small phone call and request got them bumped on the list.  he motions towards the bottle of wine set to the side,though his gaze does not stray from the woman across from him, looking somehow impossibly more beautiful in the lighting of their cozy corner of the restaurant   ❛  would you like another glass ? ❜   @vernaculare

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👀 + three people from valdez to be stranded on an island with.

❝ three people? well, fuck. i’ll go with ana, gio and tas. yeah, that seems like a good group of people to be stranded on an island with. we might even make it out of there alive ─ that is if we don’t kill each other first. ❞ // @vernaculare @sarpelui @oftasmaniandevil

❝ i’d rather not be stranded on an island at all, but if i must play along your silly little game… i’d say vera, lukas ( because a medic could always be useful, right? ) and adriana, though if i were to be stranded, i’d prefer to know that they were safe away from the island. ❞ // @mavngata @medicvm @bloodrcd

❝ alice, sal and titus. if we’re going to be stranded, might as well make it interesting. ❞ // @alicefitzgeralds @svrpvnts @titushclden

[sarpelui-saved]

HE  FINDS  THE  YOUNGER  PETRAN  IN  an  intriguing  place  on  the  estate  grounds  .  snow  had  fallen  ,  though  turned  to  slight  waste  as  he  trudged  through  it  ,  barely  enough  to  leave  foot  prints  marked  in  the  white  coating  upon  the  grass  .  ❛    aren’t  you  cold  ?    ❜  the  garden  before  him  is  desolate  ,  near  bare  as  small  brown  leaves  attempt  to  poke  out  from  the  dirt  .  sad  ,  truthfully  ,  but  the  circle  of  life  was  an  ever  -  functioning  system  and  by  the  looks  of  it  ,  anastasia  petran  longed  to  donate  to  the  cause  as  well  .  ❛    or  are  you  one  of  those  one  with  nature  hippies  ?    ❜ @vernaculare  ❤ ‘d  for anastasia.

[sarpelui-saved]

HEAVY  BREATHS  PULL  IN  AND  OUT  ,  a  hand  remains  tight  around  the  cold  metal  table  at  her  side  .  eyes  scan  desperately  to  take  in  the  mess  of  the  autopsy  room  and  she  swallows  hard  ,  gaze  forcing  itself  upon  the  soldier  that  had  been  seemingly  at  the  right  place  ,  at  the  right  time  .  he  did  say  he’d  come  back,  but  that  didn’t  mean  she  believed  him  ,  hell  or  even  heard  the  words  from  the  ringing  in  her  ears  .  still  ---  when  she  looked  to  lorenzo  ,  focus  finally  pulling  in  she  nodded.  ❛    y-  you’re  bleeding  ,  ❜  the  stammer  was  a  mixture  of  nerves  and  discomfort  bellied  into  one  mess  of  serah  kraylick  ,  she  points  to  the  table    ❛  sit  down.    ❜   @vernaculare  ❤ ‘d  for lorenzo.

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❛  is that some kind of fucking joke ?? ❜    cigarette held tight between his lips, a heavy puff of air escaping him as if it expressed the same kind of ANNOYANCE he was feeling, gio stared down the pair walking down the alleyway he’d been lingering in post drink with lorenzo in tow, a finger pointing in anger.  ❛   are those fucking lionheads, dealing drugs right outside our fucking door ??  ❜ (   @vernaculare  //   starter call   )

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feet pad through the grounds of the estate, still wet from the morning dew, he’d just longed to see the sunrise. with the promise of something delivered to their door, security was on the highest of alerts. however, niko craved his solace, the feeling of the cool morning air against his face. he’d been caged too long and once out on the grounds he allowed only lorenzo to walk with him.  ❛  i won’t do this forever.  ❜  he tells his friend, hands shoved in his pockets as sasha runs ahead of them,  ❛   if they think i’m going to hide out now when i’ve never done so before, they are mistaken. there is too much to be done. ❜    (   @vernaculare  //   starter call   )

[sarpelui-archive]

❛   okay so ---- i don’t want you to be disappointed or anything,   ❜   oh he’s well aware of how unhappy she will be as he slinks into her office, a cup of coffee in hand in which he places upon her desk. he straightens himself, fixes his jacket and offers her what he’s decided (  through broken realities of television actors and the like  ) is a confident grin and motions to the coffee like it’s a surprise,  ❛  so, your assistant can’t make it in today, she’s a little uh .... tied up and asked that i get you whatever you need, that, y’know, isn’t ...well, her  so we start with the coffee, how you like it  ❜  (   @vernaculare   //   starter call   )