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❝ TINK DIRECTED A relaxed smile of pure duality -- only those who knew her would be able to decipher it, and knowing her infamous reputation, those weren’t many, to start with.
“ madame isn’t here at the moment, no. ” she raised her eyebrows. “ meaning that i am the responsible in her absence. ”
gogetemtiiiger:
“And they say I’m the one with claws.” Tiger smirked over her blonde friend, she could understand it to a certain degree. She had seen the exchange between her and Wendy from across the room, and Lily didn’t need a thermometer to know how cold it had been. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want Michael and especially Dylan to be alright. She’d pop over to the hospital when she had the chance. “He’s a boy, Tink and not the one you’re mad at.” Lily said in a manner that was more a reminder, and less scolding. “In other news, Harry might get back with Taylor and since Style came out of that union I’m all for it that song was a bop.”
❝ TINK SIMPLY GLANCED at lily, a simple look on her face -- boredom. “ what? just because i have enough guts to say what everyone is thinking? call me a bitch, i am right. ” she shrugged, her truth resolute. “ beside the point, i am tired. just tel me about this styles gossip because that one had a nice wallet, this i gotta tell you. ”
cptnhook:
Hook kept his eye trained on his company as his associate made his exit, their meeting short but fruitful. Things were coming together just as he liked but Hook never let himself get too comfortable with that. He drank the remainder of his whiskey, all too aware that there was another pair of eyes on him.
“It’s not polite to stare, you know.”
❝ SHE FIXED HER hair, soft smile painting her features as she made her way. “ in my conception, staring is a way of flattering oneself. ” captain hook was infamous -- fearsome. she had known him before that. “ enojoying your drink, captain? ”
❝ GOSSIP SPREADS FAST in the world they live. the news from the littlest darling and dylan had invaded everyone’s day, and everyone was expecting the next chapter of that thrilling saga. tink sighed, popping another pain killer and stirring her tea before sipping it, “ can’t anyone talk about anything else? how are people dying in syria in this very moment? how pretty i look? gosh...”
silvercxrlton:
“So you didn’t think of this? I thought it reeked of some Tink flare.” She teased with a smile. She knew exactly who Tink was talking about now and it made her shoulders drop. Would have been nice to avoid that drama but apparently it was coming to this party at full speed. Tink and Wendy could get ugly if they wanted to. “Don’t, Tinker.” She warned softly. “It’s Opal’s birthday, not your boxing ring.” She handed over her card without question, Hannah scrawled on it. “I don’t know them at all.”
❝ TINK PRETENDED THAT she didn’t get what silver had said. it was an ability developed when you spend night after night beside men with inflated egos and thick wallets. she sipped from her cup, she sighed and smiled at silver. “ it’s really cute how all of you act like the perfect darling puppies. ” and with a wave of her fingers she dismissed the subject. “ don’t you worry, i won’ hurt mother wendy. much. ” tink shrugged. “ anyway, you can ignore the paper jut get drunk with me. ”
oliverness:
—— ａ ｈｅａｄ ｔｉｌｔ showed he wasn’t sure about being okay. maybe it was the dust (he needed another line to get through the night) or the fairy in front of him, probably both. he wondered if all of them were trained to make your heart flutter.
oliver burst out laughing at her word play. tink was the funniest, the most entertaining, the one who – he needed his brain to keep silent and his mouth shut, before he regretted it.
❝ A COUPLE MORE steps closer to him showed that she really wanted to see where that could lead them. was she heartless for playing him like that? was she truly a horrible person.
a laugh followed his own, a more controlled, a little confused one. “ what did i say ? is this not what’s the game about ? ”
oliverness:
—— ｏｎｅ， ｔｗｏ ｓｔｅｐｓ backwards. his instant reaction to tink moving closer was to look away. easy there, he told himself, trying to concentrate on the question.
“GTA? sure, but now there are fights at the loft for overwatch,” oliver explained as he looked around the place, trying to find another thing to divert his attention to.
❝ LIKE A GAME of cat and mouse, she feels like playing with her food before eating him whole. the look on his face, his posture, even the steps he took back -- was all too e to her.
“ hmmm, and what do you over watch in this game. ” she laughed at his fleeting stare. “ are you okay, oliver ? ”
oliverness:
—— ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｒｔ skipped a beat in the most childish way. oliver stayed still, quiet. anything else? YOU, for example. fortunately, he didn’t think out loud. he wasn’t sure if he had learned to hide his feelings well, or if annabell just perfected the art of ignoring him.
“video games count, right?” he mimicked a playstation controller.
❝ THERE IT WAS. the stillness, the moment that passed in one drop of the bass -- enough for her to pick up, enough for her to feast on that. stepping closer, she raised eyebrows at him.
“ don’t you tell me your favorite game is that one with the thieves and pimps and stuff. ”
littleflyingeagle:
Peter’s fingers clamped down on her wings like pincers, moving them up and down in amazement.
“That’s amazing, it’s like you can almost pull off this whole angelic thing.”
He let her go and stepped around to face her, curious about her match up in the game.
“Who’s name did you get?”
❝ IT ANGERED HER the most that he still had some effect over her. it was her decision, but she still couldn’t believe he had so fully moved on. “ i am offended that you think that i am anything but angelic. ”
but at his question, her lips curled in a way that gave away peter’s initial assumption. “ look how interesting. ” she unfolded the paper before his eyes, slowly pronouncing it. “ you dearest darling. ”
oliverness:
—— ｏｌｉｖｅｒ ｓｎｉｃｋｅｒｅｄ at her excuse. he was positively sure she didn’t mind other hands, all over way more expensive outfits, every night at the green fairy. not that his hobby was to look at her like a lovesick puppy when she was with clients.
“nah, i’m not,” he denied it. “let me think… two of john’s maserati cars?”
❝ OLIVER WAS SOMETHING hot against her cold self -- she tried hard not to melt, she tried hard not to let him come closer; she had seen that look many times, and she had also seen their look after she had broken their hearts.
( why was she so reticent in doing the same with him ? )
“ you and your cars. ” she rolled her eyes, dramatically. “ do you ever think of anything else? ”
ganglandprincess:
Wendy didn’t like that smile – in all honesty, she never had. It reminded her too much of her days in school – all girls, all uniforms, and none with a kind eye towards Wendy.
I’m far beyond all that now. I have Alfie. I have Peter. I’m so happy.
She lowered her dark brows at Annabell, trying to connect the dots as to what the leggy blonde woman could be alluding to.
“Listen, I’m not sure what you’re getting at –” I’m not sure that I want to. “But I haven’t snatched anything from you, Annabell.”
❝ IT WAS A problem of hers, one that consumes her, one that takes over and she cannot control. she believes everything is hers -- not there for taking or conquering, but by birthright, for her beauty was everything to be appreciated.
until she came along. until she took him, until they decided to be happy.
“ Awn,look at you. I knew you had a knack on the opportunist side,” she sipped her drink eyes never leaving wendy’s. “ but playing dumb ? that’s new. ”
thcpreciousone:
“But those are the rules– I made up the rules and it’s my birthday, so that means you follow them.” Opal answered cheerily, though the slur in her voice hinted to how drunk she was. She just needed more people to get on her level.
“You look seriously hot, babe.”
❝ SHE SIGHED AT the sight of opal beyond her better judgement -- how many bad, regrettable choices she had made already, the ones she would insist in the next day not to be as bad as they really were? “opal, sweetie, the concept of rules is one that i do not care to grasp. ” she smiled softly. “ and this won’t change just because now you are twenty. ”
but at the compliment, tink softened, ever so slightly. “ i know, but i really love to hear it. ” she eyed the girl, placing a strand of hair back on place. “ and you do look proper tonight. ”
ganglandprincess:
Cute.
Wendy felt the tops of her ears start to burn, the corners of her mouth immediately pulling it into a tight line as she tried to grip onto her patience – even if she had to hold on with ghost-white knuckles.
She inhaled sharply through her nose, her shoulders squaring and her spine straightening in the way she had seen her mother do so many times.
“And you, Tink…You look like you spent a lot of time getting ready tonight.”
❝ IT WAS CUTE indeed. or maybe it was simply infuriating, but the alcohol in her system and the taste of playing with her nerves was numbing her of any other reaction. “ well, this i have to thank you. ” a soft smile that hid a thousand blades in it. “ for teaching me how to take as long as it’s necessary to snatch somethings and someones that shouldn’t be mine. ”
her words had a double meaning, something that would quickly be translated if she knew who was the one who placed that necklace on place, who drove her there. “ but i guess we just take what we can handle -- some more, some...” she raised her glass as a mocking cheer. “ significantly less than others. ”
silvercxrlton:
Silver stood next to Tink, the yang to her ying in many ways. They always contrasted, even when they had the same type of costume on. Black strands versing blonde curls, wicked blue eyes versing dark, deep hazel. Silver had never felt like she had to compare herself to Tink because there had been nothing to compare. They were cut from different cloths and that was why she found it so easy to talk to the woman. “At least one of us does. I have no idea who belongs to this name and that’s a new experience for me.”
❝ SHE TOSSED CURLS of blond hair behind as she looked at the dance floor, unphased. “ you know, this idea of having a matching pair is honestly something. ” tink nodded in resignation, not ending her logic to permit the other to take her own conclusions. “ your little protegee likes to be late, doesn’t she? maybe she thinks it adds to her charm. ” tink extended her hand at silver. “ now let me take a look at yours. ”
oliverness:
—— ｄｕｂ ｂａｓｓｌｉｎｅｓ and breakbeats were a constant in the background music that served as ambience. even if he had lost count of all the songs he had showed his fluid movements and smooth footwork to, oliver didn’t seem to get tired at all. his usual stamina, and maybe a sprinkle of fairy dust, helped him to keep up with the rhythm of the night. he brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead.
“ready to head back to the dance floor?”
❝ SHE WASN’T EVEN remotely willing to dance -- her heels were too high, the dance floor was too packed, and she was having too much fun with the craned necks at her figure to let go of the attention.
but oliver was something else, entirely.
“ you are high, aren’t you? ” it was an accusation, but her tone was not even that accusatory. “ look at me, do you think i want those sweaty hands all over this? oliver, do you know how much does this cost? ”
ganglandprincess:
Wendy hadn’t compared herself to Tink in a very long time, but approaching her while she was dressed like that made it practically impossible for the brunette not to measure herself against the blonde. Jesus.
“Well, consider your mission accomplished,” Wendy announced, placing her card on the bar top. “Here I am, here you are. Is this all settled then?”
She had already done three shots, and her tolerance wasn’t quite what it had used to be.
❝ SHE WAS ONCE an actress to be, so, the turmoil of emotions -- ranging from pure jealousy to complete fury -- was well hidden underneath a thick layer of something she had perfect with the years but couldn’t quite name it; it was effective, though.
annabell tate was something wretched that embodied the divine, every single day.
she took her moment taking in wendy’s sight -- wild curls that she manged to tame down slightly, by some miraculous way. big blue eyes -- petite, skinny. ( how could he pick her ) she used the time in her favor, knowing wendy’s temper was one close to her father’s. “ look at you. ” her eyes scanned her form, she took another sip, licked her lips. “ you look cute, wendy. ”
