i know alone

“hard-working, punctual, strong-willed, empathetic; and handsome, if we’re being honest.”

“i would like my superpower to be the ability to change time — time-travel, at will, with no consequences, even if just once. i think... i think what i’d do with it is pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“i don’t think i’d change anything. not that i’m perfect, no, but i’m pretty happy with the way i look. actually, maybe less gray hairs — other than that, i’m good.”

        𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 for Finley to answer the office door to people he didn’t know. Strangers filtered in and out of the Albion on a daily basis. Finley made it his personal mission to connect with as many of them as possible though he didn’t recognise the handsome stranger in front of him now. Even though they seemed to be on nickname basis. “Sorry…” The Brit narrowed his eyes in thought, racking his brain for the face before him. Oddly, he came up blank. “Have we met? I sort of feel like I’d remember if we had.” 

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Logan’s eyes shot up from his computer at the question, dread immediately filling him. Though the attention was not on him, he knew it was. “Uh… pfft,” the younger man breathed out nervously, “it’s- it’s going, sir. It’s certainly going.” Honestly, it felt as though the more he studied, the less he knew. “What uh, what would happen if I failed again? At what point exactly do I become not worth your money?”

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logan’s voice got a chuckle out of tony. he knew it wasn’t the nicest thing, but it was amusing to bother the poor man, especially in these dire times tony found himself stuck in. he wasn’t too worried about it, though, as he knew he meant well — he truly did want to see logan pass the bar exam. “aha, i see.” he commented dryly, although there was clear amusement in his eyes. “what would happen if you failed again, huh? let me think...” he paused for a beat too long, on purpose. “you keep studying for the next time. do you have a date for it yet? i can help you study, too, you know. if you need extra eyes.”

olympe leant back on her desk, easily stabilizing her. usually when antonio was in the room, she had a permanent frown plastered on her face. it was the kind of expression he seemed to evoke from people she found. unless you had on him on your side of course, which technically she did, but still. however, today the frown was there but it was softer and for once, not because of him. but rather, it was for him. “i respect the fact that you made me aware of the development, especially as we both know i’m going to have to take you off the case. i’ll put the best person on it, i might even do it myself if you like.” she paused, swallowing thickly. “i’m sorry for your loss antonio.” @asaravias​

...

the last few days had been rough on tony. there were so many steps he’d had to skip in order to meet the workplace standards — if it weren’t for the itch in his throat and the feeling of emptiness in his chest, tony would’ve even said it was business as usual. he hated when it happened, but there were times where either he or his partner had to go back to the d.a. about some cases. the last few days, tony had done his best to keep himself together, composed. it’d be selfish of him and unfair to the girl — valentina — if he behaved like this. unlike his usual methods, tony paid no attention to his superior’s tone, what her intentions might’ve been, and responded before he could truly think his words. “i’m aware. thank you for the reminder, though.” his own tone was dry. “that’s kind of you. thoughtful, even. i’m not entirely sure what you want me to say to that, ms banks.”

TASK 003.

— antonio saravia: a playlist

i. mount everest — labrinth; ii. everything in its right place— radiohead; iii. high and dry — pete kuzma ( ft. bilal ); iv. just a stranger — kali uchis ( ft. steve lacy ); v. i didn’t know — skinshape; vi. borderline — tame impala; vii. i know alone — haim; viii. the light — metronomy; ix. all for us — labrinth; x. i am a very rude person — thom yorke

          𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 wasn’t a homebody by any means, sharing the domestic life with Finley had definitely brought out a whole new side in the girl. Already she had hoarded enough books and plants to last her a lifetime — and on occasion she found that she didn’t necessarily mind staying right at home with them. There was always some bottle of cheap wine in the fridge, and finding herself get utterly lost in her favourite Jane Austen novel was almost as gratifying to her as hitting up the club. Though, perhaps, considered much more boring to those who didn’t love literature the way that she did. She had only just settled herself into her new favourite little corner of their shared living room when the sound of her mobile phone ringing caught her off guard. Her lips curling up in an instant as soon as she noticed the name ‘Tony’ flashing up across the screen. Funny how she wasn’t used to getting calls. Up until a few months ago, rarely anyone had even really had her number. Nor had she ever had someone she could swear was her boyfriend.  “Anywhere in the world?”  she answered him, the words followed by a quiet snort as he told her not to look out of her window.  “Don’t tell me you’ve somehow made it all the way to lowly Bushwick.”

“you didn’t exactly leave a way to contact you when you left.” violet’s words were harsh but you know what? that was fair. he had left and he hadn’t contacted them since. he had no right to valentina, no right to be her father when he hadn’t even told her how to contact him about jamie? it was like he hadn’t cared. so why did she feel like the bad guy. why, upon look at the heartbreak and pain on his face did she feel like she had done something wrong? “i guess that clears it then. you can’t be the prosecutor so…” so i suppose you can leave like you did last time. the words might not have left her lips but they certainly hung in the hair. it was funny now, how cruel violet could be now on her bad days. the violet from before didn’t have a cruel bone in your body but grief changed you, shifted your very soul sometimes. besides, even if they had been a cruelness in her before this it would have been because of antonio. 

she wanted him to leave. she wanted to stop seeing valentina’s face in his. everyone used to say valentina looked like her but it was only because they’d never seen her with her father.

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tony let out a dry scoff in response to violet’s words — it tried to be a laugh, but in the end it was just a scoff. she was right, and he hated that she was right. “the way it ended, violet. was i supposed to leave you with a forwarding address?” a hand served as a barrier between him and his former love, as his gaze met the floor for a second. “sorry,” his tone was softer this time, much different than how he had spoken to her a second before. tony wasn’t necessarily a nice person, and he knew that if anybody would know that, it would be violet. the attorney quickly collected the filed he’d pulled out and placed them back into the briefcase, all while giving violet a furrowed look. “so what?” he knew what she meant. she hadn’t left room for much else, but tony was determined to get the last word, although his heart raced at a speed he had never seen before. how was he supposed to process this? “go on then, tell me. so what now, violet?” the woman’s name came out of his lips like poison, a self-defense mechanism that had gotten him through most. but she wasn’t in the wrong. how he could get himself to admit that without hurting his ego, though... now, there was the question.

June: Have you ever wronged me?

June: Pray, do tell. What wonderful outing is it you have in store for us this time?

June: Consider all my plans cancelled x

Tony: I will say, it is hard to know with you sometimes.

Tony: Nothing too fancy this time. Thought it could be fun to go to New Orleans, for some good old scares. :-) Have you ever been?

June: Hello my love x

June: Only ever haunting those who have ever wronged me.

June: A girl is always going to go with Chanel, isn’t she?

Tony: Should I be worried? I feel like I should be.

Tony: Good choice.

“is this a joke? of course i do. i missed out on this beautiful... wonderful being, in the worst way possible. i'd do anything to make sure i never have to see those crime scene photos again. i’d do anything for her to be here today.” | @violetk