❛ 　☠. 　ᵐᵃˡᵉᵛᵒˡᵉᶰᶜᵉ ˑ 　❜

         ❛    and that, my dear, makes me the most happiest. now, now, since you are ready, why would we wait any longer? i’ve prepared ourselves a dinner  ----- with no further interruptions of the maid, that i promise you.  ❜   his tone was full of amusement, a certain kind of joy being felt thanks to such an important day for his beloved. nevertheless, the mention of his oldest and former friend still reminded him of memories james would simply prefer to forget. 

        ❛     then i found this marvelous mansion that goes by the name of la villa contenta; nothing but the very finest for my goddess. now i suppose i might speak of a slightly more... sensible subject. do you remember your friend alla?    ❜   question escaped such as if certain events had happened merely days ago when, truly, both of them knew it wasn’t the truth.   ❛     ohhh yes. i do remember quite well of you two wandering about and making a true social mayhem out of our time, so i took the liberty to rebuild her old hotel, as i am sure it brings you excellent memories, does it not? last, but not less important... how do you feel about rubies, my cat?    ❜   

* clears throat * I see someone is forgetting who they are ALSO married to. @ravenousgoddess @starvingcherub

the noise of laughter, voices and expensive heels echoed around the room; every single of his guests were highly entertained, and to know such a fact was the equal to success for james, a self-made hotel magnate. a rather vintage vibe could be sensed thanks to the jazz orchestra playing in the background, and the sound of trumpets were absolutely divine to the man’s experienced ears. ah, a great night it was overall.

it was yet another one of the parties he would throw, full of famous businessmen and rich socialites. truth to be told, he wasn’t much fond of any of them; but rather yet the pleasure of the event as a whole. it would simply drive him away. from everything and everyone, the mere moment of being entertained that would make him feel the closest to complete; even if it didn’t last long. then again… most good things usually never did.

with a champagne glass in hand, footsteps were given to the very center of the room as a click ( followed by several others afterwards ) was then made present between the glass and a metallic utensil. ah, but the attention was all on him now.

              ❛    ladies and gentlemen, —– now, now. i certainly did not expect to see so many of you here.     ❜   oh, but he did.   ❛   it is with great pleasure that i am yet again hosting the new year eve’s party here at the hotel cortez,   ❜   a certain emphasis was put on the building’s name, becoming quite more evident thanks to his just so oh self-taught brahmin accent; misunderstood by most, however. after all, how could such a million dollar man  (  james patrick march  )  ever teach himself a dead form of speaking??

        nevertheless, there was a brief pause; a moment taken to observe every         single one of his guests &. plus ones. it wasn’t exactly necessary to be         as genius as einstein truly was to read their emotions. astonished, mysti-         fied. as if james himself had some kind of higher power over them; and         such thought made his lips curl into a smile.

teasing, provoking. actions that seemed so habitual painted the very same man that hid behind his mask. underneath every word, every glance. his eyes were locked upon a particular person; his associate, the same one who had heard and sponsored several of his soirées. ah, the gleam on his eyes; mr. march knew all of that too well. the desire of a man to be recognized, to have his ego awaiting for some kind of praise, for some kind of comfort.

                  he wanted a mention. an acknowledgement.

something easily done, james would certainly admit. he could give what the businessman wanted, dressed up in his exclusively hand made valentino suit  (  hell, how he despised that brand.  ). his attention, however, seemed to have been unlikely drawn to someone else. a blonde beauty, with such elegance equivalent to an old hollywood star. ah, but he could give the man who would self-proclaim himself to be march’s friend some kind of satisfaction, and yet he didn’t.

it had been a while since she had heard of such locale as the cortez, an entirely art deco inspired hotel that was incredibly appealing to the belle’s eyes. ah, but how she loved such form of art. it was daring, innovating. directing herself towards the bar, it wasn’t of any surprise when she ordered a glass of red wine; a drink that certainly was kindred to the place’s aesthetic  -----  if you count any other than champagne, of course. 

and then, the stories began. tales of the first owner that was a renowned serial killer, a blessing to her kind. one that shared the same surname as her; march. oh, but how truly interested a woman such as marilyn was feeling towards the conversation between an apparent cop and a cleopatra look alike. with lips meeting the carmine liquid, it didn’t take long until she could feel the sophisticated  (   and yet far from satisfying   )   taste of such alcohol’s choice. 

with a small smile deciding to grace the corner of her plump lips, it didn’t take long until chocolate irises could notice refined features of a man; with an exuberating style that could be equaled to hers, yet she couldn’t help but somehow sense that they were similar spirits, kindred auras. a mere confusion of thoughts, perhaps. 

           ❛   my, my. i still believe how rather entertaining to see that people still speak of past tales. a splendid mind he had, indeed. shame such work had to be finished so soon.   ❜

                                                    ah, how she wished it wasn’t her case.