𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰

multimuse rp blog for eclatanthq, penned by envie.

[viicieux]

“let me take care of you, for once.” ayanna and roger

   it’s not the first time ayanna has tried to convince the boss to put his paperwork aside and focus on the world around him instead. her intentions are always well-meaning, but he’s not had an instance like this one occur under his watch, something so serious and deadly. a message was being sent to roger — but from who? and for what? ayanna’s words echo in his ears as he lowers the file he’d been scourging for the past half-hour. “ for once? ” roger scoffs as he looks up at the woman over the tops of his reading glasses. “ aya, i think you’ve been taking care of me far longer than i’ve been taking care of you. ” he starts to raise the file to his face once more, but the arch of ayanna’s eyebrow demands something else. roger sighs and stands. “ well, if you’re going to loom, let’s at least have some coffee together — sound fair to you? ” @labelletragedies

⤷  caring for stubborn muses !

[parismemes]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[persephonememes]

* (  LEGACIES 2X04 /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ It’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? ❜

❛ Anything you want to share? ❜

❛ And you didn’t think that that’s something I should know? ❜

❛ Look, I will take care of it, but from a distance. ❜

❛ You told me the truth, and everything worked out fine. ❜

❛ I’m pretty sure that was your fault. ❜

❛ I’ve had enough of your help. ❜

❛ I cast that spell, and I’m gonna deal with the consequences. ❜

❛ But I’m never doing black magic again. ❜

❛ If you ever have need to talk my door is always open. ❜

❛ I said Renaissance era, not Renaissance festival. ❜

❛ I mean, I’m great, but everyone else, terrible. ❜

❛ I need to carpe the diem. ❜

❛ Besides, friends should support each other. ❜

❛ If I’m happy, you’re happy. ❜

❛ Are you even listening to me? ❜

❛ Ever since you got back to school, your sentences have averaged three words each. ❜

❛ I need to know you’re not gonna go stabbing. ❜

❛ Since when do you speak Japanese? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t have asked you to come with me. ❜

❛ How are you always in the right place at the right time? ❜

❛ Are you seriously using black magic again? ❜

❛ Allow me to remind you that whenever you do, whatever happens to you happens to me too. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. ❜

❛ Who the hell is that? ❜

❛ My mental health is the most precious thing that I have. ❜

❛ A rash I can deal with, but I cannot risk crazy. ❜

❛ I guess that means you’re doing something right. ❜

❛ What were you even doing here? ❜

❛ What the hell’s going on? ❜

❛ This is not what I signed up for. ❜

❛ Look, I need to help a friend with a project. ❜

❛ Just because she’s supernatural doesn’t mean we can trust her. ❜

❛ Look, I will take all the help I can get. ❜

❛ How do we kill the the demon? ❜

❛ There’s a student that needs your help. ❜

❛ I wasn’t in control back there. ❜

❛ It’s okay. I-I can help you. ❜

❛ I don’t remember any of it. ❜

❛ Barrier spell. Means that no one can get in or out without me saying so. ❜

❛ We have other options here. ❜

❛ No, landfills are an unsustainable solution. Keeping you alive is not. ❜

❛ W-Wait, where are you going? ❜

❛ We can’t give the monster what it wants. ❜

❛ I feel that we are not as close as we could be. ❜

❛ I’m gonna kick your ass. ❜

❛ What the hell is this? ❜

❛ Shut up. Just shut up. ❜

❛ You and me we’re not friends. We never were, and we never will be. ❜

❛ So see this: you don’t exist to me. ❜

❛ We have to get you to somewhere safe. ❜

❛ There is nowhere safe. ❜

❛ Even though you might have the best intentions, not every sacrifice is worth it. ❜

❛ You said this isn’t my fault? ❜

❛ Why would you want to save me? ❜

❛ Come on, there had to be more to it than that. ❜

❛ I know that it doesn’t make any sense. ❜

❛ I can’t let you risk your life because I tried to give up mine to save it. ❜

❛ We have to find another solution. ❜

❛ You said you were gonna help.

❛ No real guy ever likes you, ‘cause you’re messed up inside. ❜

❛ Because you are a stupid, crazy person who talks to herself. ❜

❛ Why are you carrying a sword? ❜

❛ I thought I was losing my mind. ❜

❛ I was honest with you. The least you can do is be honest with me. ❜

❛ This is a huge misunderstanding. ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ I’m sorry. I’ve got trust issues. ❜

❛ I have a long history of bad luck when it comes to relationships. ❜

❛ Really screwed this up, didn’t we? ❜

❛ I don’t know, but I-I can feel it in my head, trying to take over. ❜

❛ I already know I’m crazy, okay? You don’t have to rub it in. ❜

❛ I can’t live like this anymore. ❜

❛ There’s no fixing me. I am just shattered. The pieces are too small to put back together. ❜

❛ We weren’t gonna talk about that until we had real solutions. ❜

❛ There’s so much black magic in it, it hurts to hold. ❜

❛ You did it. I love you. ❜

❛ That’s not what I’m talking about. ❜

❛ What’s wrong? ❜

❛ I did black magic. ❜

❛ I feel really sick. ❜

❛ You said you had something that could help. ❜

❛ This is a mora miserium, a tool used by certain sects of witches to withhold the ill effects of using such magic. ❜

❛ I should have been there tonight. ❜

❛ What’s really holding you back? ❜

❛ But this time, I’m gonna get it right. ❜

❛ I kind of blasted her with enough black magic to exorcise an army out of her head. ❜

❛ Wait. You did black magic? ❜

❛ You saved my life today. ❜

[viicieux]

hello, beauties! i am going on semi-hiatus for the holiday season, but i’d love to do some more plotting for my golden son, roger! i’d hate to lose muse over this break so it would be nice to have something to jump right into when i return! i may be slow replying to messages, but it’s only because life is cray-cray --- you feel? but anyway smash that like button if you want me to slytherin to ur dm’s!

[viicieux]

glcriamortem‌:

Aleksy watched him, awkwardly huge and in the way. Roger was a man that commanded respect, something in great demand for a boss as popular as him. Aleksy had rarely, if ever, heard anyone speak ill of Roger. Not that they would have lasted very long if they had. Verbal praise was not something he liked giving or receiving. He was just as comfortable keeping his fucking mouth shut more often than not. Small talk was not his thing either, surprise surprise.  Aleksy nodded a yes, his response. He clocked the surprise that creased rogers brow but said nothing, his glance falling to the silver flask in his hands. On the back, in faded Cyrillic script was the verse 

“Я был голодом подчеркнул И в бедности проблемных Поэтому я решил, что я уйду мой любимый народ”

Aleksy found that oddly fitting. He had left all the awful things in Moscow, but Roger couldn’t do that. Aleksy felt a jolt of pity strike him in the stomach but he said nothing, his expression placid and neutral. Another nod however, when Roger finished speaking. The smile caught Aleksy of guard and there was a very brief moment of sheer panic in his eyes before it calmed and he answered him. “Pass on our condolences.” Aleksy replied softly. Aleksy had no children of his own, so he did not understand the joy of parenthood, but he was aware that he had his father had been close enough that when the old man died, he had missed him fiercely. “They will be happy to see you, happy to not have to worry about you.”  Aleksy bowed his head when Roger approached, pale eyes rising and peering at him from under dark tresses that had fallen across his face. There was a warmth in the way Roger looked at him, his hand a heavy but pleasant weight on his shoulder. It was a simple moment, one that Aleksy would come to think of fondly when he was older. Roger was a man he admired, feared and liked in equal measures. So this was a lot.  Aleksy nodded again, seemingly all he had done since joining Roger “I will pass it along Boss, they will be glad to hear it, they like to do you proud.” he replied gently, having to quell the desire to preen proudly at the praise. Aleksy did not tell him it would be fine, he did not promise that they would find the culprit and he did not prostrate himself and reply with eagerness, all the things he would do for Roger. Aleksy did not doubt other soldiers and gang members had flocked to him and told him such things. He simple rested his own heavy hand on the forearm of the one he had settled on Aleksy shoulder. The touch was soft, for such a large man. “Your family should have you in such times. The streets are covered, not one will leave you short.”

   leading by example could be both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, it allows for little to no mistakes. because if the big boss man can ruin something with one simply mishandling, then anyone can do so and expect to get away with it. on the other hand, it warrants more respect and less resistance than leading with fear. roger loved his father dearly, but they had done things so differently from one another --- neither right nor wrong in their eyes. his father also demanded respect, but in a more visceral way than roger ever had. it wasn’t that he disliked retaliating with immediate action because the allure was certainly there. but that retaliating without a proper plan leaves a messy trail that needs cleaning up afterward. roger’s lack of action spoke more to his character than allowing fuel to the fire within. he’d rather be known for his tact than his temper.

   it warms the man’s heart in an unexpected way as aleksy agrees to relay the message to the others. appreciating those who support you without you having to say a word establishes a sense of trust --- something the mafia hadn’t always had within its ranks. roger is careful and calculating when selecting his team, refusing an opportunity for insider betrayal like the one that had landed him in this position in the first place. surrounding himself with those he feels trustworthy of is important, but not nearly as important as letting them know what their loyalty means. it’s something his father rarely spoke aloud, even to his own sons. 

   “ thank you, ” roger repeats as he drops his hand from the soldier’s shoulder with a nod. “ you need to know your work is good, and i need to know you’re trustworthy to do so --- you have proven that much many times over, but tonight it really shows. ” the boss steps to the side, closing in on the entrance to his club. “ i think i will be with my family for a few moments since you have this handled. ” he gestures toward the outside world around them. “ let me know if you learn anything new. this is a scare that’s gotten to us all in our own ways --- so let me know if you need anything in the meantime. i’ll do my best. ”

[viicieux]

arabxlls‌:

Arabella follows the direction of his nod, glancing back towards the club as an officer stepped out to return to their vehicle. The opening of the door allows the hushed chatter from inside to spill out into the night, interrupting the silence that was previously only disturbed by the pair’s conversation. As the heavy oak swings shut again, the girl sighs and shakes her head. “I think I’d need something a bit stronger than that to help” she responds, tone laced with dry humor. But then her voice softens, regarding the man whose clearly hanging on to his stability by a thread. “Do you need anything, though? Sorry for interrupting your alone time, by the way… my brother says it isn’t good to process things like this alone, its too easy to slip. But, I can leave, if you want? Or grab someone, or something, if you’d like?” The girl doesn’t know Roger Bardet as anything more than the weight-baring name that gets whispered around the club. She’s fairly certain he has no idea who she herself is. But a lack of familiarity does nothing to stop Arabella from caring about the man’s wellbeing, especially at a time like this. And sometimes it can be easier to have the company of a stranger - Bella always found solace in her time spent with those who knew little about her, who didn’t have high expectations of how she should be. 

   roger raises an eyebrow at her response, though it does humor the man slightly. alcohol will be calling his name soon, once the crowd clears out and he’s truly alone with his thoughts. he nods as he replies, “ i’m sure you can talk your way around a whiskey glass in there, too, if you really need one. ” he’s still facing the street outside of the club with a faraway look in his eye. perhaps rude of him not to give the girl all of his attention, but frankly no one is deserving of it right now --- apart from maybe his own kin, and even then he’s unsure how much he could offer them during this time. he doesn’t mind the additional presence; it’s neither here nor there in his mind. he’d be keen to ignore her, but again she speaks and he turns his head to acknowledge he’s listening. shaking his head, he almost immediately tells her no, he doesn’t need anything. it’s true, he doesn’t. but he waits --- gives it enough time to appear considerable before he speaks. “ i’m not alone. simply taking a break. but no --- i don’t need anything, and no, you don’t need to leave. you’re hardly bothering me. i know i’m not the only one who wants the fresh air. ”

[viicieux]

novahpain‌:

Novah’s face twisted. She couldn’t believe how clam Roger was. Her face was burning, her blood felt like it was boiling. She could feel heat releasing from her ears. She couldn’t understand his faith, her was completely rocked. She thought that they were on top and not she realized that they she had been knocked down on the food chain. It was all she saw life. Survival. “I don’t understand. You think that trusting them is going to help?” She questioned. “To me anyone other than us are enemies. This was a fucking set up”

   “ i think trusting me would be in your best interest, actually. ” as he gives his response, his eyes narrow at the girl. “ i can’t afford to have my own people not on my side, novah, so i suggest you keep that in mind before questioning my judgment. ” roger hates it --- he absolutely hates to pull the boss card on his followers, but he can’t say he’s exactly in the right frame of mind for someone to be on the fence with his decisions. not tonight. you’re all in or all out in his mind --- there is no room for people in between. “ i’m not an idiot. you think i don’t know this was intentional? resisting the process does us no good, it only halts progress that much longer. they do their work, and then we do ours --- simple. ”

[viicieux]

vengefvls‌:

      “go by the rulebook and stand down you mean?” weston questioned and arched a brow. there was no way he would do that, and he knew neither will roger and eventually they would get their hands on the person responsible. “i know how this goes, but not everybody does. we need to work this out quickly before anyone goes rogue and tries to find the murderer alone.” weston knew the soldiers he trained, and they were dangerous with or without a motive. there were members that hadn’t been too long in this and he was more than positive something could happen, yet he couldn’t place exactly what. weston sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “i’ll pull some connections, check if someone unwanted is in town, but that’s a job for tomorrow.”

   the absolute last thing roger needs is someone questioning the process. weston’s angry and so are many others that were in attendance this evening, witnessing the careless loss of life with wide eyes. and weston’s not wrong --- things will be handled without the ( uncorrupted ) police, but if he hadn’t allowed them entrance to the scene of the crime, it would have laid blame elsewhere. his name bears a strong reputation, and not everyone is on board with the bardets running this town. roger turns a cold look on the captain and he shakes his head one time, jaw clenched. “ no one does anything without my final say on the matter. my family’s blood was spilled tonight --- i’ll be the one to handle it. ” there are ( and always will be ) hotheaded soldiers who think they’re doing the boss a favor by taking matters into their own hands, but roger will not allow for anyone to cross that line. not this time. slowly, he nods at weston’s offer and rolls his shoulders as some tension releases, knowing at least this time, wes won’t be pushing his limits. “ that’s fine. we’ll all come back with a clearer head tomorrow to take care of business. the sooner we know something, the better. ”

[viicieux]

scftbabes‌:

the hardest thing about divorcing roger was having no reason to hate him or stop loving him. it wasn’t like he did something awful, he was just trying to protect her and their kids and if anything, for a while, it made sophia love him a little bit more. “good. because i kind of like you.” the playful words just came out like they used to many years ago, words she hadn’t spoken to anyone but her children because it was their thing. her own arms crossed over her chest as she looked back at the club and then at roger again. “i’m gonna head back in. don’t be stubborn this week. if you need anything, just let me know.”

   for the first time since the tragic news about aiden had been broadcasted, roger finds the corners of his mouth twitching upward at her playful words. though he doesn’t return the sentiment, he acknowledges her with a nod and that almost smile. sophia eyes the club and he does, too --- knowing he’ll have to return inside soon to finish his duties for the evening. but not yet. “ don’t wander too far, ” he tells her with another nod, turning to face the street once more. “ i’ll find you when i’m ready to leave ”

[viicieux]

labelletragedies‌:

She’s about to walk away, her hands stuffed into her trench coat as she searches for her leather gloves. It’s not until Roger Bardet speaks again that she turns around and listens. “You can ask me as many questions as you’d like, Mr. Bardet. That’s what I’m here for.” Well, is it? Why was she there for? Why did she jump at the opportunity? The name Aiden Bardet rang many alarms but like Roger had said, there were others that were probably better suited. She considers his question for a moment, retrieving her gloves and taking a deep breath before the inevitable response. “Foul Play.” In truth, she hates her own answer. There’s more to it than that. “We’ve had a wave of small crimes in the last couple of months, nothing as big as this in a long time which only tells me it’s someone new or someone trying to push an agenda. I’ll be working closely with the ME’s office to see if any DNA has been uncovered and hopefully it’ll match someone in the database. If not, we’ll see if it’s, in fact, a newcomer or something as simple as a mistaken target. It’s why I hope everyone in the club is staying safe and if there is anything you can think of, I’d really appreciate it, Mr. Bardet.”

   “ foul play? ” roger holds back a scoff, but the disdain in his tone is obvious. her explanation behind her response falls just as flat to his ears. a wave of small crimes in a city like amiens is incomparable to a vengeful murder. roger understands to an extent how the lawyer is gathering her hypothesis based on the factual evidence surrounding the time and place, but it only raises more doubt in his mind that naima has what it takes to bring justice to aiden. “ as simple as a mistaken target? and who do you suppose they were after? --- if they weren’t after one of the descendants of the people who made this city what it is, why was my cousin the one to take the fall? of everyone in attendance, why a bardet? ” he can feel the tension growing in his shoulder, how tight his jaw fights to clench closed, and the hairs on his neck and arms stand upright. “ i don’t think this was foul play. this was intentional. and if that’s not clear to you, then how do you suppose you can bring him or his family any justice? ”

[viicieux]

novahpain‌:

All the questions, all of the voices, all of the confusion was starting to drive Novah mad. How in the fuck did this happen she thought to herself as she stormed out of the club. She didn’t give a fuck about the investigation, the questions, it all felt hopeless to her. She knew the law and the law, doing things the right way was never quick enough. All she could taste, all she wanted wwas revenge. Angerily, she kicked at the side door, fighting for air from outside. She pressed her back against the wall.. she wasn’t used to the feeling she was experiencing. Although she would never admit it, it was fear. She heard a voice and she sighed loudly. “If we don’t know who did it, what makes you think they fucking will?” She said angrily. “We’re probably gonna find out before they do.” She had no faith in the law, it was why she always sought out to do things herself. 

   roger feels numb. numb is scary. numb is unnatural --- but it hadn’t started that way. the man rarely lets his emotions get the better of him, but it would be a lie to say this night hadn’t twisted a knife in his chest at first. and he’s not the only one who felt that pain with the news that one of their own had been murdered in cold blood. but, of course, roger knows better than to act impulsively. there are ways to keep your wits about you in a crisis, and he’s trying his hardest not to succumb to the burning in his chest, screaming for action. “ we will. ” there is a calmness to his tone, as always, but this is different. this is the calm before the storm. and that is terrifying. roger twists his torso to halfway face his security member. “ this is simply part of the process. i have my hand in it, don’t worry. they won’t let me down. ”

[viicieux]

norftwickcd‌:

Zoya was nothing if not slippery, it hadn’t taken her long to weave herself in an out of the crowd. The woman had not known Aiden Bardet all that well, he was just one of those whose path never happened to cross with her own, and as little regard for life as she had she was unmoved by the murder. She knew however that would not be the case for her bosses. He had been a Bardet after all. She’d given Roger some breathing room for a bit before she approached him. “I’m sure I’ll be missed.” She said though her words lacked her usual flair, all business for the time being. “The cops are all over the body and crowd control. You want me to see if I can lift a copy of the surveillance footage before they get to it?” Her real question being should she scour the footage for the person who’d undoubtedly bought himself a spot on the top of their hit list.

   it’s oddly pleasant --- zoya’s presence. roger turns toward her slightly to at least acknowledge she’s welcome in his bubble of solitude at the moment --- one of few he’d allow at the moment. her matter-of-fact tone warrants no sympathy and that’s exactly what the man needs --- someone to keep focus to the task at hand instead of being enveloped in pitying the family of the victim. “ i think the footage is handled, ” he remarks with a small, but appreciative shake of his head. “ i have garcia on the scene; he’ll get the footage and shin will take care of cleaning it up for us. hopefully we got a good look at the bastard. ” his jaw clenches and he releases. “ but what you can do is find out how security managed to let someone to our control room without proper identification. they couldn’t have done this alone, and i won’t have a rat in our midst. not under my direction. ”

[viicieux]

scftbabes‌:

watching the struggle in roger’s face, sophia leans in a bit and goes to rub his arm. “rog - ,” maybe she’s going try and say something comforting but it’s forgotten when she hears his tone, her hand dropping and jaw clenching. she nods in agreement, looking up at him when he speaks again. it’s then that it really starts to set in for her, hearing him say the words, that they do want bardets. and while she could keep her kids in her view at all times if she wanted, she couldn’t do that with roger. her forehead hit his chest as she holds in any tears that threaten to leave her eyes and she takes a second to get herself back together before she pulls back and sighs, knowing what she was going to say was stupid but needing to say it anyway.  “please be careful.“

   separation from his children is the best move, he knows --- just as he knew signing the divorce papers had been the best move with sophia --- but it doesn’t mean the hurt isn’t there. navid and zuleika are his life. if anything were to happen to them on his watch, he would absolutely lose himself. and losing himself in the midst of the chaos that is his career, only means more careless loss for those who follow him. he’s thinking of his children, always. but he’s thinking of the others, too. there is a calmness as sophia’s head hits his chest with such familiarity, it makes the man swallow thickly as he regrets the boundaries he’d placed between them five years ago. it comes as almost a relief when she draws back. a relief --- mixed with a bit of longing. as they separate, roger’s hands find his pockets to keep from reaching out, and he nods in reply to her words. “ always. ” in times like these, it’s hard to forget sophia has been and always will be his greatest partner.

[viicieux]

glcriamortem‌:

Blue lights flashed of and on and of and on and of and on and of- Aleksy glanced away, his eyes hurt. He blinked rapidly, squeezing his eyes closed once before focusing on Roger. Wordlessly, the Russian outstretched his hand and offered the flash. Inside, was pochin, an Irish take on the Vodka he loved so much. Aleksy had never had the stuff evaluated, he wasn’t a fucking square, but in the dim of his own horrible, clinical apartment, he had evaluated 10 gulps would get you absolutely fucking plastered.  He didn’t tell roger that. At least he wouldn’t, not yet anyways. Aleksy waits patiently and in silence, for the silver flask to be returned and when it was, he took a hefty gulp himself. Despite the drinks he had consumed that night, all the whiskey and cheap American Vodka, he was able to stand upright and maintain a careful gaze with his boss. Was it a good thing he had such a tolerance. Probably fucking not.  “Will you go home tonight?” Aleksy asked, licking the taste of bitter, foreign vodka from his lips “….i have already offered to stay….like many have-” he trailed of before nodding at the boss “-the younger boys want to help.”

   roger thanks the soldier as he takes one big swig of the unnamed liquor offered to him in that flask. the burn makes him hiss inwardly before he hands it back to his companion. the alcohol is good --- whatever it is. certainly nothing roger had tasted before, but something he’ll have to ask about in lighter events. he’s a man who likes to keep his wits about him --- never consuming more than he can hold himself accountable for. and he’s never felt more accountable than he does in this very moment.

   aleksy’s question prompts a head-turn from the boss. roger and aleksy had never been ones for small talk, but then again --- the opportunities rarely presented themselves. business was business, and that’s all that need be said between the two men. so it’s a bit of a shock ( and frankly a relief ) to have such a normal question thrown his way. “ i will, ” he answers with a nod. “ i’ll have a few things to take care of for aiden’s family once the police filter out, but then --- then i need to be with my kids. ” despite himself, roger finds himself smiling warmly at the thought --- perhaps the most endearing part of his whole evening.

   reaching out to clap a hand on aleksy’s shoulder, roger tells him, “ thank you. ” and he means what he says. it’s different from when he gives an order and aleksy carries it out. it’s different from when the man hands him a flask in lieu of questioning him about the trauma he’s just encountered. it’s genuine and from the gut --- man to man. something his father likely never would have done. “ i can’t tell you how much i appreciate you --- all of you --- for how things are being handled. ”

[viicieux]

firestxrterr‌:

She didn’t make many connections with people there, she wanted to but there was always that layer of worry. ‘How long will this place last?’ that was probably her most frequent thought. One person that she couldn’t avoid knowing at least a little about was Roger Bardet. “Yeah. Yeah sorry I just…” she trailed off, looking at the quickly bruising skin. “I’m fine, I’m just not good with police.” It would be rude of her to complain about death bothering her right now, considering who she was speaking to. Plus she wasn’t exactly lying.

   roger raises an eyebrow at the answer, distrustful of her integrity. he doesn’t pry, however --- it would be hypocritical to ponder aloud just why she’d be concerned with the police; he’s not exactly a character of good merit in that regard either. instead, he focuses on her hand. “ are you sure you don’t want any help with that? ” if he were honest, he’d admit this was almost a nice distraction from the current goings-on in his club. “ it’s swelling already, i can see that from here. ”

[viicieux]

arabxlls‌:

She had a nervous habit of combing her fingers through her hair, pulling the strands away from her face. The involuntary movement wasn’t compatible with the sleek ponytail she had styled, so the pins and elastic had been removed and the dark mane was free to be messed up as her hand passed through it again and again. Heels had been taken off long ago, hanging from a loose grip that also raised the hem of her gown in an attempt to avoid tripping. Arabella was overwhelmed and dizzy, and if she stayed inside one more minute she swore the walls were going to close in and crush her. So she wove her way through the mass of people, pushing the heavy door open and emerging into the cool night air. The breeze immediately steadied her shaking breaths a bit. Full of restless energy, the girl began to pace barefooted on the sidewalk as she tried to gather her thoughts, doing her best to ignore the blue and red flashes illuminating the dark street. Hearing a familiar voice, Bella looked up from the pavement. However, she bit her lip and looked down again, as though he had scolded her. “Right, sorry” she replied quietly with a nod, “just was beginning to feel a bit too.. much, in there, you know?” Based on the distant look in his eyes and the strained posture, Roger knew. “I don’t - I was never that graceful under pressure. Interrogations aren’t exactly my favorite pastime” she mumbled, hand in her hair again. 

   roger is lost in his thoughts, though there isn’t anything to comprehend. it’s all muddled and blurry and overwhelming, to say the least. it would be very easy for him to ignore whoever it is that has joined him in the cool, fresh air, but her voice cuts through his thoughts entirely. it’s a voice he’s not entirely sure of the owner. for the first time, roger actually looks at her --- trying to place a name to the face. she’s one of the waitresses, he knows. he recognizes most of the employees, but he’s biased toward his own personal employees. he nods in understanding at her words; the girl has to know he, of all people, understands. the proof standing right before her very eyes. roger leans forward to rest his forearms on the railing in front of him, and he laces his fingers together --- weaving them in and out, a nervous tic of his own. “ i could think of a few better ways to spend time myself, ” he mumbles, more to himself than to her. “ there’s complimentary water in there, too, if you need some. ” as he changes the subject, he nods his head toward the club she’d only just exited from. “ sometimes that helps. ”

[viicieux]

conseiiller‌:

since the incident,  and in between getting bombarded with questions from police and detectives, margot was making sure everyone within the family was okay. sure, there were others. but the family is what is important right now. more than anything else. they lost someone important. and while everyone was processing in their own way, she couldn’t imagine what it’s like for the actual family. margot sits down next to roger. she stays quiet for a moment, looking around. “ i’m aware… “ she begins, setting her own jacket and cane to the side. “ i came to check on you… do you need anything ? “ she doesn’t want to talk about where this all goes from here at the moment. she’ll save that for a later date. it’s much more than just her job in times like this. roger is the boss, and aiden was a family member. she can’t fathom how hard this is all coming down onto him. so, she wants to do her best to help.

   as well-intentioned as people are, they sure do not understand when a person’s body language is screaming for ‘space.’ all of the ‘are you okay?s’ being tuned out by a constant ringing in the boss’ ears leave him seeking any form of solitude. even the wail of an ambulance is better than all the questions being thrown at him while he’s trying his damnedest just to think, think, think --- get his head on straight. margot’s presence does not bother him nearly as much as others, but her question does warrant a small sigh of exasperation. roger runs a hand down his face before he answers her question with a small shake of his head. “ no. nothing you can give me. ” he gathers himself enough to remember his manners as he turns to meet her eye, gesturing to the club behind them. “ you hear anything new on your way out here? ”