Behind My Eyes

too hot to handle ; too cold to hold || eulalia kaplan || dependent oc

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

(Kailee Morgue)

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@xignisavemx

While Francis might have been well past his “seduce people to drink their blood” days, he was no where near done with being a gentleman whenever the opportunity arose. And it just so happened that, as he walked along, he came across a lovely lady in need! Or at least she appeared to be. 

“Bonjour, mademoiselle! The weather is cold today, non? You must be freezing! We appear to be heading in the same direction, if you would like to borrow my coat. It is not trouble to me, I assure you.” Francis, ever flirtatious, threw in a wink for good measure. 

[xignisavemx-blog]

Lelia blinked, flustered to be approached by a stranger, and even more so when he winked at her.

“No, I’m fine.” She was lying. One would think that with her abilities she’d always be warm, but that was not the case. If anything, it just made her more conscious of the cold.

It was only a few moments later she mumbled, “…I suppose if you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind an extra layer.”

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xignisavemx:

“No one said anything about being sourpusses.” She rolled her eyes as the cartridge clicked into place. “No, I just happened to know how to reload and aim it in one go.” Truth be told, Lelia had only used a gun once when her father taught her years ago. He was a recreational hunter, so naturally he had a firearm or two in the house.

“Why do you ask? Itching for some friendly competition?” Lelia glanced over her shoulder at him, batting her eyelashes patronizingly before taking aim again, firing a few more practice shots. She had a steady hand, if anything.

“Well, to me, anyone who isn’t carefree, is just a sourpuss.” And experience had proven him right, most of the time. Her limited experience with guns almost surprised him. If she wasn’t the most experienced shooter, her ability truly had to be something wild. Why else would mafia recruit her?

    Some mysteries were better left to be brooded over.  

“Maybe,” he coos. There was truly nothing like competition to get him geared up. And gearing up was what he needed if shooting off plain pistols was going to be remotely entertaining. 

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"Some people are just cautious. You can't go through life thinking the best of everything and everyone."

Lelia set her pistol down and folded her arms. "Okay, then. I win, you stop pestering me about this sourpuss business. What do you want if you win?"

She only thought it was fair to let him choose at least half the terms. At least, for the moment.

[generaticn-blog]

xignisavemx:

Lelia was less enthusiastic than Al about training, but at least it let her blow off some steam. She inspected a pistol she had plucked from the table, humming absentmindedly in response to Alfred’s whooping.

“You really should have at least a small degree of caution, you know,” she muttered. “No good to have a gun if you hurt yourself in the process of using it.” She fired a few practice shots of her own, and stopped to reload. “You seem too carefree to be a member of the mafia. No offense.”

The comment didn’t offend him at all, in fact, filled him with a rare kind of determination. “Well, who says that the mafia has to be made of sourpusses?” In fact, he liked to think of himself as mildly revolutionary in that aspect. 

In spite of all, his grip on his gun wasn’t as sure as before, and eventually, the rush died. Considering that he had to stay at HQ till five, just to make it a full workday, he was desperate for other things to do. “Have you used a gun before?”

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"No one said anything about being sourpusses." She rolled her eyes as the cartridge clicked into place. "No, I just happened to know how to reload and aim it in one go." Truth be told, Lelia had only used a gun once when her father taught her years ago. He was a recreational hunter, so naturally he had a firearm or two in the house.

"Why do you ask? Itching for some friendly competition?" Lelia glanced over her shoulder at him, batting her eyelashes patronizingly before taking aim again, firing a few more practice shots. She had a steady hand, if anything.

[generaticn-blog]

@xignisavemx

    Three shots rang through the air, followed immediately by a long howl.

         “And that’s the game, baybee !” Gotta admit, weapons training was really the best side-effect of being a mafia member. All of the gear at HQ was probably stolen, but hey, it worked just fine, and the people who had it weren’t going to use it for saving the world. But the mafia would, probably ! 

   Time to move on to the revolvers. Arthur had warned them that the machine guns wouldn’t be available until the end of the week, which was- disappointing. No amount of single rounds could make up for the pure thrill of letting a piece of metal rip.

[xignisavemx-blog]

Lelia was less enthusiastic than Al about training, but at least it let her blow off some steam. She inspected a pistol she had plucked from the table, humming absentmindedly in response to Alfred's whooping.

"You really should have at least a small degree of caution, you know," she muttered. "No good to have a gun if you hurt yourself in the process of using it." She fired a few practice shots of her own, and stopped to reload. "You seem too carefree to be a member of the mafia. No offense."

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

Feliciano was a lucky, lucky man. In one day, he got to give a (cheek) smooch to a cute guy, and now a pretty lady?? It was just too good to be true.

Doing his usual act of feigning ignorance, he glanced up at the mistletoe. “Oh! I didn’t even see it!” He flashed a grin. “Well, don’t wanna break tradition, right?”

Mwah. She received a peck on the cheek. Feliciano really needs to stop kissing random people or he’s going to get himself killed.

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She blushed a dark red and smacked him. “What the hell are you doing?” she squeaked. Lelia hadn’t been kissed in any way shape or form since… well, her husband, rest his soul. She cleared her throat, giving him an unwavering glare.

“Mind your manners! Just because it’s tradition doesn’t mean people want to do it!”

[windonthehill-blog]

Ow. Well, he can’t say he didn’t deserve that. But still, that hurt! With a yelp, Feliciano recoiled and clutched the side of his face with a pout.

“Ow– I’m sorry!!” he stammered, taken off guard. “M-Mi dispiace, bella, I-I didn’t mean anything by it, really! I just think it’s a nice tradition, that’s all… I won’t do it again, promise!”

[xignisavemx-blog]

She wiped the kiss off her cheek, scowling. "Is that always how you greet strangers on the street?"

A part of her felt badly for smacking his face, but she was too annoyed to apologize. Lelia paused, looking over his face. "... I feel like I've seen you around before, somewhere."

[procurare-deactivated20140530]

Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

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ebonybeasttamer:

One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above

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xignisavemx:

[She looks at his hand wearily, but shakes it anyway.] Eulalia. Charmed.

I’m from here. [Lelia knows he’s asking where she’s from from, but she’s going to play dumb for kicks.] Why does it matter to you?

       [Alright, he can sense a little imbalance of enthusiasm over here, but hey.]

  From here? Like born and brought up in Port City? [He’s confused- people from Port City never joined the Mafia. What gives?] Hey, chill out! We’re colleagues now, right? I’ll probably save your life once or twice.

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No. I was born and raised around Greece. [She taps out her cigarette and smashes it under her shoe.]

Maybe. Maybe not. I don't like getting tangled up in my coworkers' affairs.

[xignisavemx-blog]

On Lelia's desk was a bottle of Merlot with a Christmas ribbon and a card. The card read "Fancy wine for a fancy lady. Merry Christmas! -Arlo"

She smiled, for once, after reading the card. How nice for a mere acquaintance to do something so kind. She'd have to send him a thank you note... well, she would if she knew where to take it.

[fakefairfolk]

xignisavemx:

“You ask a lot of questions.” She took a sip of wine, leaving a red smudge of lipstick on the rim. “But yes, I’d call some abilities poison. Not all of them are what I’d gifts.”

She stared at him blankly. “Why I joined shouldn’t concern you, frankly. And I’m a classy woman.” Another pause and another sip. “…And you? I’m sure you have a story.”

“You can say that again.” He said with a cheeky grin, better to be upbeat about a horrid situation. At least that’s what he’s telling himself. “I’m jus’ curious is all. Some people join the mafia for a deep an’ gritty reason. Others are just lookin’ for work and could leave when a better opportunity arrives.”

“Come now, you’re goin’ to be all quiet about yourself then turn the table back on me? That’s hardly fair, lass.” Arlo gave a dry chuckle, followed by another sip at his whisky. The grin developed into a smirk “I’ll tell you mostly anythin’ you just have to be more specific.”

[xignisavemx-blog]

fakefairfolk:

“Fair enough. Won’t push ya too much.” He traced the rim of his drink and took another swig of it. It is a good thing that Arlo was not in the mafia or Leila would have been taking an interest in her coworkers.

“That’s a better question, but the best would be askin’ what I didn’t do. Somethin’ about not takin’ my job seriously or he probably got fed up with me smokin’ in the building. Probably the former though. Any other questions?” His job being leader of the Rats. Which he is definitely doing a great job of.

–

She watched as he lazily took a sip from his glass, nails tapping the table. “Any information I should keep in mind while working for the mafia? And if you don’t work for your brother, what do you do now?”

Lelia wondered why this man was so free with his information, especially since he used to be in the mafia. Secrets were important in that business. Maybe that’s why he left?

[fakefairfolk]

“Why the fuck would-” He stopped and thought about what she asked, then started to giggle and trailed into a chuckle. Arlo held back from howling with laughter “You think- You think I could work for my brother?”

“Oh, that’s rich.” Wiping any tears from his eyes, he cleared his throat “Sorry, luv. Even if I applied I doubt he would hire me, I’m apart of another organization.  Canny help you with how tae impress your boss.”

[xignisavemx-blog]

Her face turned a shade of pink, embarrassed. "I thought you were kicked out by your brother, though? And don't call me that--"

She hid behind her glass of wine, taking a long drink from it. Damn it.

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

Feliciano was a lucky, lucky man. In one day, he got to give a (cheek) smooch to a cute guy, and now a pretty lady?? It was just too good to be true.

Doing his usual act of feigning ignorance, he glanced up at the mistletoe. “Oh! I didn’t even see it!” He flashed a grin. “Well, don’t wanna break tradition, right?”

Mwah. She received a peck on the cheek. Feliciano really needs to stop kissing random people or he’s going to get himself killed.

[xignisavemx-blog]

She blushed a dark red and smacked him. "What the hell are you doing?" she squeaked. Lelia hadn't been kissed in any way shape or form since... well, her husband, rest his soul. She cleared her throat, giving him an unwavering glare.

"Mind your manners! Just because it's tradition doesn't mean people want to do it!"

[fakefairfolk]

xignisavemx:

“You ask a lot of questions.” She took a sip of wine, leaving a red smudge of lipstick on the rim. “But yes, I’d call some abilities poison. Not all of them are what I’d gifts.”

She stared at him blankly. “Why I joined shouldn’t concern you, frankly. And I’m a classy woman.” Another pause and another sip. “…And you? I’m sure you have a story.”

“You can say that again.” He said with a cheeky grin, better to be upbeat about a horrid situation. At least that’s what he’s telling himself. “I’m jus’ curious is all. Some people join the mafia for a deep an’ gritty reason. Others are just lookin’ for work and could leave when a better opportunity arrives.”

“Come now, you’re goin’ to be all quiet about yourself then turn the table back on me? That’s hardly fair, lass.” Arlo gave a dry chuckle, followed by another sip at his whisky. The grin developed into a smirk “I’ll tell you mostly anythin’ you just have to be more specific.”

[xignisavemx-blog]

fakefairfolk:

“Fair enough. Won’t push ya too much.” He traced the rim of his drink and took another swig of it. It is a good thing that Arlo was not in the mafia or Leila would have been taking an interest in her coworkers.

“That’s a better question, but the best would be askin’ what I didn’t do. Somethin’ about not takin’ my job seriously or he probably got fed up with me smokin’ in the building. Probably the former though. Any other questions?” His job being leader of the Rats. Which he is definitely doing a great job of.

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She watched as he lazily took a sip from his glass, nails tapping the table. "Any information I should keep in mind while working for the mafia? And if you don't work for your brother, what do you do now?"

Lelia wondered why this man was so free with his information, especially since he used to be in the mafia. Secrets were important in that business. Maybe that's why he left?

[fakefairfolk]

xignisavemx:

“You ask a lot of questions.” She took a sip of wine, leaving a red smudge of lipstick on the rim. “But yes, I’d call some abilities poison. Not all of them are what I’d gifts.”

She stared at him blankly. “Why I joined shouldn’t concern you, frankly. And I’m a classy woman.” Another pause and another sip. “…And you? I’m sure you have a story.”

“You can say that again.” He said with a cheeky grin, better to be upbeat about a horrid situation. At least that’s what he’s telling himself. “I’m jus’ curious is all. Some people join the mafia for a deep an’ gritty reason. Others are just lookin’ for work and could leave when a better opportunity arrives.”

“Come now, you’re goin’ to be all quiet about yourself then turn the table back on me? That’s hardly fair, lass.” Arlo gave a dry chuckle, followed by another sip at his whisky. The grin developed into a smirk “I’ll tell you mostly anythin’ you just have to be more specific.”

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"I joined for a 'deep reason.' I'll leave it at that." She didn't want to talk about her past, not with a stranger. Lelia had avoided condolences and pity for this long. She wasn't going to let that change over a few drinks with this man. That said, she did find his relationship with her boss interesting. Despite saying she didn't care about her coworkers' persona lives, she spoke up again.

"Fine, I'll bite. What did you do to make Arthur kick you out?"

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xignisavemx:

Do I look like a delivery guy? [She takes another drag, this time blowing away from him.]

I’m new here. I joined about a week ago.

New. [ he sticks a hand out ] Nice to meet ya!

   The name’s Alfred Foster Jones. Where ya from? Port City’s just brimmin’ with people from all over the world. It’s nuts!

[xignisavemx-blog]

[She looks at his hand wearily, but shakes it anyway.] Eulalia. Charmed.

I'm from here. [Lelia knows he's asking where she's from from, but she's going to play dumb for kicks.] Why does it matter to you?

[xignisavemx-blog]

[She’s taking a quick smoke to calm her nerves… and accidentally blows smoke in someone’s face.]

Sorry. Not sorry.

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[ holy hell. he has war memories with these things. ]

Watch it! Huh? [ a dramatic pause, with a squint ] Who are you?

   [ he likes to think that he knows everyone, despite having been here all of a month. ]

             Are you new, or the delivery guy?

[xignisavemx-blog]

Do I look like a delivery guy? [She takes another drag, this time blowing away from him.]

I'm new here. I joined about a week ago.

[fakefairfolk]

xignisavemx:

“I’ve recently found people to be quite… difficult.” She shook his hand once, firmly, then withdrew her hand. “Eulalia. A pleasure.” No, it wasn’t. She wanted to go home. But if this… Arlo was a friend of Arthur’s, it would be in her best interest to be cordial to him.

“I don’t bother in worrying about the affairs of my cohorts unless it’s necessary. Life is too dramatic already.” She raised a brow. “Poison as in drink or my abilities? Because you’re rather bold to ask the latter when we’ve just met. And I’ll take a glass of merlot, thank you.”

“What? People bein’ difficult? Doesn’t sound right at all.” Arlo was teasing, unaware that he was part of the difficult people group. And since he’s banned a lot it also means that Arthur really doesn’t care, be as mean or as nice to him as you want. 

He faltered for a bit and was a bit puzzled, “People call abilities poison? But, er- yeah I meant your drink.” Arlo excused himself for a moment to go get their drinks, and quickly returned setting the merlot and whisky down before sliding back into his seat.

“Of course, if you want to talk about your ability there’s nothin’ wrong with that.” He smiled at the other. “There’s loads of other things to talk about though. Like, why join the group you did or why drink merlot when there’s whisky.” Certainly not showing a bias, he sipped at his whisky and relaxed back into his chair.

[xignisavemx-blog]

"You ask a lot of questions." She took a sip of wine, leaving a red smudge of lipstick on the rim. "But yes, I'd call some abilities poison. Not all of them are what I'd gifts."

She stared at him blankly. "Why I joined shouldn't concern you, frankly. And I'm a classy woman." Another pause and another sip. "...And you? I'm sure you have a story."

[xignisavemx-blog]

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