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#BLUDLUNA — starring dependent original characters . in association with mutuals only ! penned by 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚 [ twenty4 + she / her + cst ]

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Pedro Pascal as Javier Peña “The Enemies of My Enemy” - Narcos (2015–2017)
BEN BARNES as William Thurber Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities | 1.05 “Pickman’s Model” (2022)
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘌 𝘊.
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ what i think they meant to say was that they wished your mom had given birth to a can opener, because then at least it would be useful. ❞
❝ oh, fuck off ! bit harsh there, dickhead. ❞ pot, calling kettle black : when handcuffs had finally come off of stinging, 𝚛𝚎𝚍 - 𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 & he’d been asked very politely if he’d wanted a LAWYER, he’d asked for that italian cunt … y’know, it’sa me, manwhore-io ! ( another charge on a rap sheet longer than the fuckin’ odyssey. drunk & disorderly, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, illicit use of a controlled substance … ) there is, of course, supercolossal truth to brutality that @bludluna, figure he considers an uncle, spits. only one party to this viperish parley will admit it, though, & it’s not the one with the cocaine nosebleed on the horizon. ❝ i am useful. fuck off. ❞ said like 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 : with a disdainful sniff + something that borders on a pout.
once away from intrusive eyes of lvmpd officers and completing salutation pleasantries, palm rests on the back of the constantine’s neck and digits grip — nonetheless steering the supposedly OLDER & blitzed saint through the dimly - lit parking lot. ❛ oh yeah ? name one god damn thing you’ve been useful for since you got here, ❜ retort through gritted pearly - whites, headache bubbling up from tension twisting in temples. of course not to disturb the constantine patriarch from his … activities … rafael leaves the premises ( & pausing reconnaissance work with another assassin that will definitely NOT shut up about this ) to bail out the good-for-nothing of the three children without a notification. i mean … for as long as he has been introduced to the family, rafael has grown to care for them as family. that also means anger can quickly arise towards the stupidity of a nephew putting himself in harms way. free hand reaches for the passenger door handle of an italian luxury sports car. ❛ you and your siblings have only been whining like children and getting in the way. get in and stop pouting, ❜ a command, hand on neck using force to shove alexandre into the cushioned seat. ❛ go on, ❜ rafael leans an arm on the door, smug grin on visage. ❛ i wanna hear it. what’s one thing you’re useful for, alexandre ? ❜
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘓𝘜𝘐𝘚𝘈 𝘈.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐒 , frenzied to claw from insides ; manners thankfully halting the spill of brash criticisms . no good would come from insulting the “big boss” , but goddamnit the ego crammed into closet sized space was far too farcical of an opportunity to dismiss . 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 once foot passes threshold of office , albeit a poor excuse for one . the entity of the fbi must’ve been eager to discard stoicism in cheap suit , dungeon like confines speaking volumes . ❛ who did you PISS OFF ? ❜ vulgarity uttered inside government walls wasn’t the first time , if anything , such vernacular had become synonymous with job . languid gaze shifts , observing 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 , male flawlessly adhering to cookie cutter mold of mindless puppet . ❛ is ramshackle chic apart of the new fbi handbook ? don’t get me wrong , the sequestered dungeon look is really working for you . ❜
𝗸𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 — @bludluna .
the reappearance CLAUSTROPHOBIA was not one of the things atticus expected when returning to las vegas & the commission from his spacious office in washington d.c. but here he is, cramped in a make - shift office in an attic space ; lack of air conditioning and irrational fear has the suit jacket ditched and sleeves rolled up ; cigarette sitting between the edge of pursed brims puffing out a cloud of stress. situation comparable to the scene in the incredibles—that he watched with his niece & nephew—of mr. incredible absolutely miserable cramped in the miniscule office. it is a little humbling, and he’s almost accepted it until the hellhound emerges speaking in a sardonic tongue. gaze flits upward from papers that are now dropped onto his desk, leaning back on the stiff chair. his weight makes its hinges creak, eyes narrowed from the disrespect from a subordinate agent. crassness is in fact a common occurrence within attic walls ; forgotten for a moment that he’s dealing with the bottom of the barrel. ❛ very funny, ❜ deadpan tone drawls as elbow rests on the plastic arm, fingers plucking the cigarette to dispose of it in the ash tray. ❛ is there something that you wanted to discuss or are you just droppin’ off an office warming gift before, y’know, getting back to work ? ❜

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𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝗮 𝗹𝘂𝘅𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 ꗃ for @sinaers
one thing raffaello has noticed since his cementing residency in sin city is that many individuals ( both human and supernatural ) on a confidential hit - list ventured within the silver state. names come up on radar or phone calls from clients across oceans aware of rafael’s whereabouts get him out of his office — it’s easy blood - money. plus removing unwanted beings from interfering with their desire to get a piece of what the vegas hellmouth has to offer is also a benefit to the organization. a chance for composure to break from its confines and inflict WRATH on his victims. rafael has perfected his methods to leave little to no trace, but current behavior is a concoction of wanted stress - relief and making a mess on purpose to have a moment with the cleaner has the murder scene besmirched. ❛ i’ve been chasin’ him around europe for almost a decade. stole this necklace. he was a slippery bastard, ❜ russian alexandrite necklace nestled in a box held in his grasp ; heirloom of saint nobility located in the city nicknamed “ the third rome. ” cazzate. donned in all black attire & splatter of blood on sun - kissed skin, leaning against furniture with a carnivorous smirk on brims. ❛ so i’ll admit i got a little carried away on this one … scusa. promise it wasn’t entirely on purpose. ❜ onyx optics observe the human on his knees and there’s a head tilt in piqued interest, watching adroit & calloused hands erasing remnants of his work.
Alicia Vikander in The Glorias (2020)
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘌𝘙𝘡
an uneasy feeling is reactionary to being in a room full of divine beings. being raised by two unholy ones, it feels almost unnatural for them to be sitting in their midst, vowing to protect the innocent at their beck & call. what a joke. while their allegiance is rooted in falsehood, playing the part is still a chore. they make a mental note to bill the bloodsuckers for emotional exhaustion. “ so what’s the point of this … meeting ? what’s so important that it couldn’t have just been a strongly-worded e-mail ? ” impatience sullies their tone, cerulean tracing around to meet every familiar face : many of which they would like to forget. the faster they can scutter their way out of these four walls, the better. “ i came here on a favour. extra counselling costs a fee. i don’t do charity work and as you can probably guess, i’m very expensive. can we hurry up ? ”
rather face she - demon alone than be stuck at this meeting. hellhounds, saints, druids all were nothing in comparison to what 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 dominic found sitting amongst other slayers. childhood of carrying generational burden / repercussions of childhood damages seeped into present day autonomy ( death harbrings coming of age as teenage - hood begin with blood stained palms. the common denominator for those in the room - maybe that’s why your so DESPERATE to be anywhere else. ) nic keeps posture close to the spine of his chair, digits writhe with a pen. ❝ i don’t think what we’re facing with can be summed up in an email. ❞ blonde shrugs, dread consumes, what lies beyond the dark ? ❝ but y’know, next time the city’s mayor is brutally murdered we might just send a voice memo. save you from even having to even read the email. ❞ low sigh leaves as he senses 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 gazes. ❝ we’re hopin’ to cash in that favour for some insight. i’m sure we can cover that fee. ❞ gaze splits towards kit, look hinting at how metaphorical the we part, actually is.
atticus currently is utilizing every fiber of his being to maintain his restraint and prevent a vexed scowl across his visage. entitlement and cutthroat attitude from a russian slayer with little to no affiliation with the members of notable slayer families sitting across the them ; it is suspicious why they answered the call for help when they’re this disinterested and impatient. perhaps it is patriotism bleeding through trained unbiased as a government agent & politeness as a son of opulent parentage. but, even for as someone with the label prodigy slapped on their forehead amongst the next generation of slayers during their childhoods … even kit possess mental ( and physical ) scars that cause discontent being in the same room as slayers — aligned to each other or not. he just masks it way better than the person beside him. said person gives kit a split - second gaze that meets with his own, an exasperated sigh passing brims. he almost feels bad for the characters dominic has had to deal with while he was over in d.c. of course kit is well - aware of the slayer’s many skeletons in their closet and questionable loyalties. he does have access to highly classified information that no other slayer could receive ( legally of course ). ❛ what we will be compensating you for accepting this favor will cover any last minute fees you wanna throw at us, ❜ a confirming nod, switching back to the topic at hand. ❛ what we discuss here will not leave this room. this is confidential and unfit to be in a chain - email that can easily be viewed by our unsub, ❜ unwavering optics flicker across faces around the table, making sure the slayers are listening. ❛ we need all the insight we can get to figure out what happened at st. michael’s and the night our first two victims were murdered. what matters first is to figure out WHAT murdered our three victims before we even look for a who. we’ve all seen our fair share supernatural beings with the combined experience under our belts. anything you may know will help get this investigation back on its tracks. ❜
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘓.
failure’s contagious, dictum abrasively branded by those found themselves labelled as an agent of the commission ; a mere conspiracy amongst the government divisions. found underneath dante’s seventh circle, slowly overtake the attic level the county’s department gave up. the commission were undesirable, dealing with peculiar missing persons cases up until the past month where 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 has begun to scorch the earth. now, weekly reports ( stories albeit altered, truth had to be simplified - their reactions were seared into your fraught mind. ) were not enough. the name rang familiar alarm bells ; held front row seat to his descent from grace into the pits of the commission’s formation. nic had dreaded the countdown of kit’s arrival, like sands in a timer eroding away ( replace it with 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚌, the partnership ruined in apathy. ) no need to tidy / a colosseum of classified files & red string looping the commission together. let the righteous @bludluna enter & meet dominic’s phlegmatic gaze, ❝ fbi’s GOLDEN BOY has finally graced us with his presence. ❞ dialect muses in sarcasm, swift gestures lighting up a cigarette like second nature. ❝ i gotta know . . . are they edging you with some kind of promotion if you’d clean up their 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 ? ❞ feign sympathy with knitted eyebrows. take place resting his body against the edge of his desk, arms folded & sleeves rolled from hours of work earlier, ❝ no offence, kit. this is the worst time for a reunion, enough is already happening. ❞
❛ ha - ha, ❜ an eye roll as kit enters the office, briefcase dismissively tossed onto a desk littered with menial records and dossiers of las vegas’ finest cryptids. hands on hips and azure optics scan over the complete MESS that now surrounds him. a slow shake of his head — he simply just can’t believe it ( honestly, with langdon’s track record … he sorta does ). it is not like atticus misses it, the disorganization and perpetual impending sense of doom, but can’t ignore the lingering feeling of nostalgia twisting at heartstrings. even he managed to crawl out of the pits of the commission where exiled agents were tossed in with dominic and him to wither away ; now he is the only one who’s able to stand on its edge to supervise the continuous fall of other agents into its depths, claws of saints and fangs of hellhounds grabbing them by the ankles to tug them further down. a finger lifts to gesture the agent to shush. ❛ this is the opposite of a promotion for me, actually. my boss is tearing me a new one for this serial murderer running loose in vegas ‘n makin’ headlines. stuff you’re supposed to be keeping under wraps, ❜ gaze flickering to the cigarette placed between the fellow agent’s brims. god, he really needs a cigarette. fuck quitting. the two of them know the turbulent relationship between slayer families and the government working side - by - side to keep the occult from being public knowledge. being a liaison for the two entities as a high - ranking agent, what’s been happening in vegas has made the security agency immediately turn to him to give backlash. kit actually has to do his job now that the commission has a real supernatural case on its hands. not like he’ll admit he has been sitting on his ass waiting for something to happen on this side of his life ; other identity being a dauntless slayer traveling across the globe under the family name is more exciting. ❛ so, i’m not here for a reunion or to rsvp for your future wedding … whenever that’ll be, ❜ last three words coated in contempt. ❛ i was SENT here to help you guys to find whatever remaining brain cells you all apparently lost so we can solve this damn case. ❜ atticus doesn’t have to disclose what threat he received from the higher - ups if he doesn’t straighten things up, yet.
▸ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 (2018-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵) sentence starters & prompts.
assorted quotes & prompts from tv show that’s ruined my life. some lines have been changed slightly to be more applicable. mature content and language may be used, feel free to adjust as necessary.
❝ do you want to make a deal with the devil? ❞
❝ what am i gonna do with a soul anyway? ❞
❝ souls are boring. boo, souls! ❞
❝ if we get through this, is there a thing where we, like, talk to each other about stuff… normally? ❞
❝ you mean you wanna talk about the big shit? ❞
❝ we don’t have any feelings, what are you talking about?❞
❝ you sound deranged. ❞
❝ i was wondering, do you think it’s possible to sue a person - a grandparent, for example - in an affectionate way? ❞
❝ i love you, i’m glad you’re part of my life, but i’m taking legal action against you. ❞
❝ the fucking belligerent zucchini here is set to close negotiations for good. ❞
❝ you’re going to sue greenpeace? i like your style. who do you think you’re going to go after next, save the children? ❞
❝ can he do a speech? the demented fucking piss-mad king of england? ❞
❝ the only way they’ll respect you is if you try to destroy them. ❞
❝ you’re not a killer. you have to be a killer. ❞
❝ family therapy, family therapy, family therapy! ❞
❝ i have, like, twenty bucks left. the world is so fucked up. ❞
❝ your principles? don’t be an asshole, you don’t have principles. ❞
❝ this is not fucking charles dickens world, okay? ❞
❝ i just wonder if the sad i’d be without you is less than the sad i get from being with you. ❞
❝ are we talking to each other on the deck of a majestic schooner? is the salty brine stinging my weather-beaten face? no? then why the fuck are you wearing a pair of deck shoes? ❞
❝ you don’t hear much about syphilis these days, very much the myspace of STDS. ❞
❝ what i think they meant to say was that they wished your mom gave birth to a can opener, because then at least it would be useful. ❞
❝ when you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else. we didn’t get you from a hyena farm. ❞
❝ they did once call me the cunt of monte cristo. ❞
❝ you little slime puppy. ❞
❝ don’t threaten me, i don’t have time to jerk off. ❞
❝ who said i never killed anyone? ❞
❝ i don’t mean to be insulting, but having been around a bit, my hunch is that you’re going to get fucked because i’ve seen you get fucked a lot. and i’ve never seen [name] get fucked once. ❞
❝ i’d castrate you and marry you in a heartbeat. ❞
❝ i just feel because of my physical length, i could be a target for all kinds of misadventures. ❞
❝ oh here they come, the attention whore. ❞
❝ do you have a fetish for nearly killing our dad? like, just the tip, but for nearly killing our dad? ❞
❝ the gang’s all here, it’s like the fucking sgt. pepper for broken corporate america. ❞
❝ you aren’t judas-ing, are you? ❞
❝ sometimes i think, should i maybe listen to the things you say directly in my face when we’re at our most intimate? ❞
❝ are they playing from the approved playlist? because my thing was all bangers, all the time. ❞
❝ oh really? it’s not cool to tell the president to blow me? ❞
❝ some guy with an undercut just called me soy boy. ❞
❝ he never saw anything he loved that he didn’t want to kick just to see if it still came back. ❞
❝ right now, i’m the real you. ❞
❝ we should be good people. wouldn’t it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fucking piece of shit? ❞
❝ i think you’re a super talented superstar, and i love you. ❞
❝ oh, you’re such a fucking bitch. ❞

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» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘌 𝘊.
𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. the midnight sun. 𝚏𝚘𝚛. @bludluna & sebastién constantine.
shot thrown back at almost dizzying rate ; it’s not like he needs liquor to deal with matters of the familial, but it never hurts. ( younger sister’s gloom, 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 in vivid cobalt is every bit as HARROWING in recall / united, tossed asunder alike by specter that 𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 but willingly relegates himself to … what, background figure ? ) speak of family, though : he recognises sebastién’s steps in half a heartbeat. time, distance, fuck it ALL to hell & back, he’ll always know distinctive sounds. he makes the same ones. funny things, twins ⎯⎯ so many years spent in mutual orbit that there’s no 𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, no … anything. limber hand simply waves another shot over, nudges it towards him / soundless offer. ❝ god, i fucking hate that office. ❞ no need to CLARIFY when they both know 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 he could ever refer to ! ❝ pretty sure ken’s still on the couch there. i tried telling her that he’s a fuckin’ flake & that she’s got a better chance of catchin’ him here, but … ❞
fists nestled in pockets of an aged leather jacket, no care in the world toward anyone in his path to the bar of the midnight sun ; shoulder - checking passerbyers who prevented him from slithering passed & barely budging at the noise of scoffs. while sebastién could go centuries ( or so he says ) without interacting with the youngest constantine, the relationship of twins is different. where alexandre goes, sebastién follows … or at least keeps a watchful eye from afar. even if it meant traveling across the world to a glorified mini - mall infested with greed and gluttony ( las vegas is just … gross. doesn’t know how his father has been able to thrive in a place that isn’t fun anymore after thirty - six hours ) to keep up the antics of his twin & be a spectator of kendall finally having her turn of the heart ripped out by the constantine patriarch. CRUEL, but he is not going to be the only one to experience disappointment and abandonment. i told you so. immediately digits grasp onto the shot glass slid across the bar - top to down its contents, a nod of his head in agreement. ❛ yeah, that place is fucking purgatory, ❜ a grimace at remembrance of his first time venturing into the building and immediately wanted to turn on his heels to leave. ❛ she’s gotta experience how much of a bastard he is first hand, ❜ a nonchalant shrug ; it pains him to even witness despondency in wide, azure optics as much as spite twists a hollowed heart. a back - and - forth between protecting someone you love and letting one be exposed to the elements of the REAL WORLD. ❛ ken won’t believe a word we tell her until then, y’know ? but just ... how long can someone take being a suck - up ? especially to HIM ? ❜
laura harrier
Tom Hardy as Reggie Kray LEGEND (2015) dir. Brian Helgeland
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘋𝘌 𝘉. & 𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕 - 𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘓 𝘊.
he didn’t even bother trying to hide his absurd proclivities for chaos. at his core ; self-serving tendencies crack at the foundation of friendship. if all goes up in smoke, sure … he’ll gladly take responsibility. the entertainment would have been well worth paying off a clean up crew. “ done stomping your feet ‘cause daddy didn’t let you get your way ? ” while not the patron saint of maturity himself, he can sense the likes of a overgrown children ( much like himself. one of the reasons why their friendship withstood the test of time ) throwing a temper tantrum from a mile away. the sneers, pouts : common characteristics stemming from privilege. something the two were born into, something jp had only recently start to settle his roots in. “ sure, those other people can stab a grandma and push some kid off some stairs but we’re talking carrot top here. they’d fucking murder the old hag and force feed it to the kid. we need smart and we need balls to the walls insane. the very same one you willingly fucked, ” flashes ari a look that silent atunes to … why’d you stick your dick in crazy ? “ and one you have had a surprisingly great track record working with. one of you knows personal, one knows professional. if we need to kill them, we have all the shit we need. habits, strengths, weaknesses. i’m sure you two can easily take the bitch on, ” hands motioning as he speaks, shrug falling as the list drags. figure pulls away from the leather to lean across the table, smirk hinting at the edges of his lips. brow peaking — a challenge “ come on. don’t tell me you’re actually scared of them, ”
something of the amaranthine middle child ⎯⎯ tantrum like a way to be heard, perhaps ? falls on deaf ears regardless, & it’s only when piteous attempt at retaliation goes 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑻𝑳𝒀 rebuffed that he settles on disconsolate indifference. ❝ ... i hate it when you’re right, you know that ? ❞ & the truth of it is that tatiana is vindictive, ferocious ; same attributes that once drew him in are what make them perfect for this. optics flit between rafael ( six feet of blinding, indignant fury, speaking shared turmoil ) & jp ( divertment not even vaguely stifled, worn proudly ) ; spindly digit pinches at the bridge of nose, somewhere between doleful & frenetic. ❝ are we absolutely sure there’s 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 ? they’ve got their strengths, for sure, but they’re … a risk. ❞ best friend has to go & mention personal entanglement again, fresh wave of provocation rises raw & paints the backs of pearly whites something bitter. ❝ oh, fuck you. i’m not … scared of them. i just don’t think having them in the office is 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐞 to anything besides a fucking headache. ❞
condescending tone denouncing the two saints behavior shuts his trap ( tantrum reluctantly ceasing to remain respectful as the boss continues to rationalize his choice of candidate ). toned arms cross over chest and pacing halted to a stop ; rafael focuses his glare towards an adjacent bookshelf of novels dating centuries. a sigh LOUD & dramatic, but it is to soothe FRUSTRATION as best friends speak. a sign of resignation at the fact he agrees with aristide … he's right. rafael thought the candidates provided were well - equipped for the mission & possessed a great track - record in cooperation with him. tati would’ve been included in this list if they didn’t have such a double - crossing and meddlesome reputation when this whole situation is … fragile and convoluted. however, it is likely no one could go toe - to - toe with his sanguinary antics and be able to adapt to any sort of craziness that could come their way as well as the russian assassin. perhaps intuition and familiarity of rafael had jean - paul assume he did consider putting them on the final list he was given ( even if the choice made ultimately was for fun ). the mention of an amorous relationship between aristide and tatiana is what almost draws his petulant behavior away from concentrating on book spines. he had almost forgotten, it even draws out an exhaled chortle from the imagination. albeit what does is an enticement of A CHALLENGE. ❛ oh ? ❜ anger withers away ( as usual with it comes to the two ) as he pivots to face jp. remainders of a pout visible with crossed arms and visage can’t decide between keeping a petulant purse of brims or quirk its edges into a smirk. it is subtle ; annoyance remains but temptation persists. ❛ tsk — you know i’m not scared of them. that’s not my ISSUE here, ❜ a quick glimpse at his best friend beside him to swiftly send out a quip. ❛ but i don’t know, ari … i’d be a lil’ scared if i were you, ❜ scornful ex - lovers comes with its own set of woes & repercussions compared to … work frenemies ? whatever. rafael has been a witness to their wrath. ❛ the candidates i gave him were far less risky, but not entertaining, ❜ a knowing glimpse and an eye roll ❛ but even if i’m not happy to admit it … zakharvoa will get the job done equally as well as the person i would’ve chosen. that’s what matters, unfortunately, ❜ spoken with a couple more steps forward to meet jean - paul at other side of the desk, leaning against its edge. ❛ look, they’ll be bothering me more than anyone else in this office and it’ll be for mission - related shit. you can still find protection in your cave at midnight sun, ❜ tilt of his head to face jp, a slight narrow of optics and a mirroring smirk. ❛ fine. i’ll play babysitter. but if they end up going too “ balls in the wall insane ” ‘n stab us in the back, you have to admit i was right and i’ll be happy to fix their mistakes, ❜ a tease lean forward. ❛ accord, monsieur constantine ? ❜
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌 𝘚.
imperious thrill settles in the slightest cant of her head & the minute quirk of a delphic smile ; something’s finally sunk in when he can fix her a gin martini without reminder. audacious hand plays 𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 favourites sometimes, & it’s occasions like this when he comes out on top / glasses extracted, neatly folded & set atop pile of manila folders. 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, not the kind that requires strident tones & staid physiognomy ⎯⎯ rather, laughter is euphonic, sweet. ❝ you want good news, & you come to ME ? tesoro, you must be losing your touch. ❞ rises to 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 & then some ( god bless the fine people at jimmy choo ) when she leaves the safe haven of leather chair, comes to rest instead in front of her desk ; 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗆. you’re good for something after all, who’d have guessed ? ❝ ⎯⎯ if it makes you feel ANY better, it’s nothing we can’t handle. non-disclosure agreements, a couple of minor payouts to make sure nobody talks about … the incident. ❞ how she’s come to refer to it, dainty gloss on the dreadful truth but it’s not like they PAY her to be a purveyor of truth & virtue. ❝ you’re all still filthy rich, & just as untouchable as ever. those handsome faces won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. ❞
❛ desperate times call for desperate measures, ❜ rafael chimes with a shrug of broad shoulders. the two of them as heads of the organization’s legal counsel means they have to be equipped to de-escalate whatever may come their way ; unusual counsellors who require to defend clients pinned as suspects of full - blown, sacrilegious massacres and piles of paperwork to veil laundering of blood - money. he is not one to accept assistance so easily, but grateful in several aspects he is not alone to deal with it all. don’t get him wrong — there is discernment when it comes to their friendship and the qualms that may emerge from his own vexatious behavior. with his own gin martini in hand and standing in front of colette and the desk she leans on, the news he receives is ordinary legal matters but still even a bit of relief. ❛ well let’s salute to that, ❜ reach forward for a “ CLINK ! ” of cocktail glasses before lifting his in acknowledgement. adroit digits grasp the thin toothpick stabbed through three olives & pearly - whites bite down on the small fruit, tugging it from the stake to indulge with the first sip. the subtle yet derisive description earns a narrow of optics from the rim of his glass. raffaello will still tease, encourage what he wants to hear despite being well - aware he is included in the blonde’s disdain for the egocentric & troublesome figures of the organization. satisfaction of a compliment and the juniper flavor of gin on his tastebuds eases him to tell his legal partner ❛ i’m still dealing with the aftermath of jean - paul’s detention with the commission the other day. knew it would come eventually ‘cause it is extremely easy to pinpoint any bloodshed towards him. lazy and incompetent over there, ❜ a pause to have another sip to stifle a vexed sigh. ❛ clearly they’ve gotten nowhere and i’m not letting them try to take the easy route to solve this case by pointin’ fingers. we were all at risk that night and i don’t want to lose another of our OWN because they can’t do their jobs and solve an occult serial murder case. ❜

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» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘈 𝘡.
as the laws of nature clearly states, factuality proven in the poles : opposites attract. the antithesis, however … is whatever the two have going. heated exchanges dimmed under scathing smiles, raffaello’s words only earn him a laugh. it’s nothing tati hasn’t heard before. let alone coming from the male, someone whomst they’ve sparred in both sword + shared intellect. in the industry they thrive in, there’s never room for one more … let alone for the throne. unspoken crown jewel doused in the blood of many with whom they’ve crossed paths, the highest honour to be bestowed upon those who have stuff their closets with far too many skeletons. “ can’t sleep your way into this one, can you ? how sad must it be for you. even your own boss knows that you’re really only good for one thing. makes sense why he’d kept you on his leash for so long. always such a good boy, ” they know the saint far better than they would like. years of fighting alongside, sometimes even against, one another has earned them the god-given condemnation of getting to know his prone to habitual partner switching — something they’ve been rather grateful to be quite immune to. falling for a practiced smile + sweet nothings ? would be a laughingstock in their industry. “ that’s funny. he asked me to work this case with you, actually. something about you needing all the help you can get, ” manilla slams against the desk, a few papers peeking out. sliver of familiar names any slayer would know noted in red ink. “ you don’t know these people like i do. stop fucking around with and do your homework, ”
a very obvious eye roll is what’s exchanged for a run-of-the-mill retort from them. ❛ please ! if you think ridiculing my techniques is what will piss me off, you need to get new material, tati, ❜ a dismissive wave of a hand and a complacent smirk ; jabs at the fact honey - trapping is part of his well - versed arsenal is pointless. it WORKS — so what ? an explanation for himself is not needed nor does tatiana deserve to know details of his role within the las vegas organization are much more than contract - killing and espionage ( & he doesn’t TRUST them despite the fact the saint and slayer already know way too much about each other ). the SPLAT ! of the manilla folder on his desk catches his attention, remaining to lean back in the leather chair as he leisurely flips it open to reveal its confidential contents. the boss is right ( ... most of the time ) ; he does need all the help he can get on this case. slayers residing in las vegas are too aware of his identity for his liking to be able to even attempt to get himself within their inner circle. his mortal, slayer identity has perished for centuries. rafael huffs. reluctance to accept jean - paul’s reassurances and great track - record working with the russian assassin. although, the both of them would rather DIE than admit the fiery chemistry they share — professionally and on a much more … deeper level. ❛ mhm, i don’t know these people as well as you do, ❜ gaze lifts from a list of familiar surnames and points of interest printed in crimson ink towards them. ❛ that’s why you’re here — to be in places where i can’t be and get the information that we need to put an end to them. i can’t do it myself when i have “ homework ” to do for a billion other fuckin’ things, ❜ a flip of his hand to close and collect the folder in his grasp, giving it a light shake for emphasis. it is tossed back on the desk surface as he continues a conversation between two expert assassins. loyalties lies in vastly different places ; rafael knows better than any soul in vegas on what their intentions may shift to at the chance. the risk of employing tatiana to assist in counterintelligence is hefty when ones close to him may be caught in the crossfire of their choices. this is what rafael will have to adapt to thanks to jean - paul’s choices for this mission. ❛ ‘cause this whole situation is bigger than just killing slayers AND especially you being a nuisance. there’s barely any breathing room to fuck up here … or for you to have the chance to double - cross me if any bastard offers you a dime more than what jp and i have contracted for you. you’ll regret it if you do. ❜
» ʾ ꗃ . . . 𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘓. & 𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕 - 𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘓 𝘊.
what fucking luck. when all else fails, sacrilegious destruction brings in one of the commission’s most wanted saint. recollection of the night is 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 by crimson string on a board & a stack of witness reports towering on dominic’s desk. a 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲 to find @vilebit· caged behind a two - way mirror ; called in a favour for a special set of handcuffs & pray that the vegas sheriff department have kept their promise of working cameras ( phone as a back up / stake as a precautionary measure ) crack of the door announces the agent’s arrival, eyes steadily attached to the files in hand. ❝ 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎, i see you’ve brought in some . . . ❞ voice halters ; vile taste of anamnesis & lingering ketamine brought back seeing @bludluna· sitting across, ❝ . . . 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚍 with you. ❞ contain the bubbling vexation & move to sit adjacent from the both, ❝ all i need is 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 to some questions, think you’ll be able to manage that ? ❞
“ think langdon would let me nick these so i can use them on you tonight ? ” by no surprise to anyone, one of the only people who can be in any viable trouble at that moment is doing anything but taking it seriously. instead, teases upon gravelly whisper at his companion with an ever present, shit-eating grin. a trademark fixture they’ve forged to be distinctly their’s. while he doesn’t doubt langdon could have something ; eye-witness reports, a few testimonials … jp’s trusts lies to the man by his side, the one who has come to his rescue in much more dire situations than a blow-up ken doll playing detective. “ shoot. i don’t have all day, ” glance towards the camera to top it all off — a nod towards whoever will be watching the tape back trying to pick apart his every word. “ he’ll be doing most of my talking, though. i’m just here to be the mascot, ‘kinda like you, ”
meeting half - way to share whispers between each other, what rafael hears is definitely not the unexpected. a flicker of a glance at the handcuffs encasing jean - paul’s wrists, a light chortle follows from between brims. ❛ he won’t be needing ‘em after we’re done here, so i’ll see what i can do, ❜ a whispered answer, gentle nudge of his shoulder to bicep paired with a inconspicuous wink. performing the role of attorney, self - satisfaction and coquetry remain subtle when vigilant gazes behind two - way mirror and recorded film watch their every move. representing jean - paul & his organization, but because of the severity of st. michael’s outcome … perhaps may shift to all of ( the innocent ) saint - kind residing in las vegas as well. whatever the detective may have on his companion, rafael will figure a way out. he always does. attention shifts to the interrogation room entrance and rafael visibly remains composed ; refrains from a laugh out loud from the agent’s realization HE’S the accompanied legal aid. rafael’s gonna have a field day ! he’ll have them out of the commission - las vegas sheriff’s department building in no time. perhaps just in time for dinner reservations. a nod of validation of his client’s antagonizing response, onyx trained on a long - lost rival seated near. ❛ long time no see, huh, langdon ? ❜ a genuine smile on features from pleasure seeing visible aversion only by enhanced senses of a saint. funny how even of a life of eternity, the world is still small. about time the dots are connected to the person who has the saint boss get away scot-free. ❛ as much as i’d love to catch up, there’s more important matters at hand, ❜ chin nods towards files complied in his grasp, curiosity of what straws the investigators have grasped to bring jean - paul in on probable cause for questioning. ❛ i will be answering the questions you have for my client today. what do you have for us ? ❜