#victoire01starter

[diacotic-blog]

‘   next time i’ll fucking kill you,  capisce ?   ‘   elena screamed,   words tripping and tumbling over her tongue as she hastily put on her heel. the maid couldn’t find it just moments ago,   sending the female into a RAMPAGE stronger than any hurricane or wildfire. and while the room was in chaos,   shards of glass gracing almost every corner and garments hanging off the chandelier,   elena stood in all her GLORY, more beautiful than any painting and brighter than any diamond. with a snap of her fingers,   a maid opened the door,   the motion of it straightening her posture. heads turned as elena began walking down the stairs,   whispers of REVERENCE curling plump lips into a smile and head bowing down to anyone who sent a greeting her way. there is not doubt that VANITY was one of her greatest vices. with a regal strut,   elena swiftly inched closer to one of the servants,  taking a glass of champagne. she wasted no time to gulp it down entirely,   before noticing a familiar figure in front of her.   ‘   welcome. i hope you’re enjoying the night so far.   ‘

[cvrsedsouls]

lexi wasn’t happy to be on that house, keeping up appearances the only reason she convinced herself to go. she hated the reason why they had gone ahead with the ball, the alcohol being the only thing that was keeping her sane, the beaumont was already lightheaded over the champagne but that didn’t stop her from grabbing another flute from a passing tray. her finger tapping on it as she scanned the room, looking for a familiar face, her search ended quickly and she walked closer to the figure “such a great party, huh.” she was mostly genuine but her tone was laced with a tinge of sarcasm “having fun, yet?”

[clamorbelli]

❛  it’s a fucking joke, really.  let’s throw a few thousand dollars down the drain, maybe that will wash the blood off of our hands.  ❜  a hearty laugh escapes licked lips followed by a chorus of snickers, male surrounded by friends and foe alike who seem to relish in his biting words even when deep inside enemy territory. one arm draped over a pretty little thing he won’t remember the name of and another clutching a glass of something acrid and alcoholic, the conversation picks up again amongst those around him as he takes a generous gulp, face full of thunder and violence as his eyes rest upon a nearby table, lamenting the fact he was even here in the first place.

[hvreditary]

hana had caught her own eye in the glossy sheen and a gold-gilded mirror. tentative fingers brushed her plump skin ensuring in the ten minutes since she’d encountered her reflection the beauty hadn’t faded. she wiped a straying bit of lipstick on her thumb and gave a small satisfied sound. a presence lingered at her back wrenching a frown from her delicate visage. “i’m not working tonight.” she said her voice saccharine to the point of sickness.

[cvrsedsouls]

luna walked with purpose to find something stronger than the champagne they were serving in the room. she had left her dates behind but that was one of the many advantages of having two dates, they could entertain themselves while she ventured out to find booze. not happy enough with what it was provided in the ball she waltzed her way in what she assumed was the kitchen, the caliente was justifying this detour as part of her job but it was only for her enjoyment. as she found a expensive looking liquor she turned to face a figure, her tainted lips stretching into a sly smile “hey, can i interest you in a drink?”

[clamorbelli]

❛  i’m  telling  you,  barbieri,  the  properties  under  our  ownership  continue  to  flourish  as  if  kissed  by  the  angel  of  prosperity  herself  ;  rocco  is  just  as  gifted  as  our  father  when  it  comes  to  the  business,  if  not  more  so.  you  have  nothing  to  worry  about.  ❜  the older shoots him a glance, and angelo knows the card to pull from his sleeve,  ❛  i  wouldn’t  lie  to  you,  would  i  ?  ❜  and mr barbieri knows, after angelo’s careful cultivation of their relationship as well as his relationship with every other slimy businessman in the room, that the young mancini was no liar. he shakes his hand with vigour before slinking off to go find his wife, twenty years younger and closer to angelo’s age than barbieri’s, but that doesn’t matter. what matters is keeping his father’s deals.

he lets out a sigh, so quiet and understated most around him don’t even notice, before allowing a finger to slip beneath the collar of his turtleneck in an attempt to loosen it’s vice like grip around his neck. somehow the loose fitting fabric feels as if it’s strangling him, his heart throbbing characteristically loud in his ears. he doesn’t feel great, but to leave the founders ball this early was an insult. he’d have to tough it out.

[clamorbelli]

she’s been swept up in the revelry and glamour of it all, joining a group who seem to be spending most of their night dancing. most stood on the sidelines, eyes on the incredible bands and acts who were to provide the nights entertainment, but not her; this was an experience noelle didn’t get often, and the wide smile on her face that was beginning to make her cheeks ache was evidence of how light her heart felt. she swirled backwards, perhaps one too many steps backwards, and collided with an unknown figure, gasp emitting from plush pink lips as she spun to face her unfortunate victim.

❛  je  suis  telle–––  i  mean,  i’m  sorry,  i  am  so  sorry  !  ❜

[victoirehq-blog]

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