Lindsey attends Entertainment Weeklyâs Comic-Con Bash

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Lindsey attends Entertainment Weeklyâs Comic-Con Bash

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i refuse to be made of iron that suggests i can be bent and broken under the right pressure, the right heat, the right words and i am done with being forged by others i will not be cast into a story of your choosing this is who i am and i will burn the hands of any who wish to be my blacksmith there are few grantees in this fairytale but my defeat is not one of them the fire does not care for my affirmation but iâm a fighter and iâve been warned my love ones told me of it's tendency to steal it has no mercy will leave you with nothing to your name but âfairâ and 'charmingâ and 'pirateâ let it try i will not be ruled over by blacksmiths any more than words 'lost girlâ, 'saviorâ, 'princessâ throw water upon the curling flames dampen the embers, emerge from the ashes i will seize my forger by the throat and make them regret the day they tried to shape me so, when the final page declares 'the endâ and the storybook gently shut it doesnât matter if you remember me all that matters is that, in the end, the only one saved me was me i am my own hero i have been all along
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favorite TV characters ⌠the 100: raven reyes âł Â âWell, my mom was AWOL most of my life. When she did show up, it was empty-handed. Pretty sure she had me just to trade in my rations for moonshine.â

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ââŚand as much as anyone can say how invincible I seem or how fearless I am or how brave I must be, Iâm still human.â
Web of Lies || Laurent and Maya
The phone was on the counter for the last hour and half as Maya Alliot tried to comprehend the words that she had heard. She hadn't noticed but tears had fallen from her eyes and had now pooled on the counter on the bars counter top.
This wasn't happening. What in the world had she done in her life for this to happen. Maya allowed her head to fall into her hands as a small weap left her mouth.
So, much for being strong right? The big bad Maya Dinah Alliot had a weakness.
That weakness was her daughter.
"Ms. Alliot?" "This is she...whose calling." "This is Eliza Montgomery. The lawyer who finalized our adoption was able to get me your name. He told me I shouldn't call you but.. its Luciana." At her daughters name Maya had risen from the bar stoll placed the woman on hold and hollared so loud that the bar was closed that it had caused her throat to hurt. Once it was clear Maya lowered herself back down onto the stool. She feared that if it hadn't been there in the first place that she would have fallen to the ground.
"Luciana...she's sick. Dying actually and we we're hoping you could come to Launceston.."
"I'm sorry what.."
 Maya paused a moment unsure if she had heard the woman correctly when she had spoken about where she had needed her to come. Launceston...her Launceston. How fucking stupid had she been. Of course Fran would have made sure that Luci was hiding in the one place Maya Alliot would never have looked for her.
The rest of the conversation had blurred together but one important thing had stuck out. Luciana was sick and needed hers and fran's help.
Only the mother and father could help the small child.
and sadly, Fran St. Clair would be no help.
Maya pushed herself up off the bar stool and quickly hurried out the door. Outside it was pouring, a  storm had been brewing on the coast of Porto for the last week and earlier that evening it had touched land. Strong winds blew harshly as Maya Alliot ran towards her car. She hadn't cared that she getting dretenched. All that had mattered was that she needed to get to Luciana's father.
Her real father.
Twenty minutes later Maya Alliot was standing in the door way to Laurents apartment with the key in the door. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed as she inhaled a sharp breath and willing herself to go inside. It had been clear that Maya Alliot was interrupting Laurent with a few Vixens but she hadn't cared.
She was soaked from head to toe. Bottom lip trembling softly as her body attempted to warm. Maya's make up had run a mix between the rain and her tears. None of that had mattered to her though.
The whole party was staying at her. Waiting for her to say something - anything. She swallowed hard as her eyes landed on Laurent.
"We need to talk. Alone. Now."
Iâm gonna miss our little talks.
âYeah, small flawâŚÂ Youâll die from blood loss by the time it actually works.â

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the other said love is cursed by monogamyÂ
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theodorechaussard:
âYou may be a friend, Maya,â ThĂŠo cautioned in a low voice, âbut that doesnât give you the right to thrust your unwanted opinion in wherever you want,especially concerning topics you donât fully understand.â
The Frenchman took a long pull from his scotch, sitting back in his chair, daring the loyalist to return. âBesides, I donât think you have any place to talk. We all made stupid mistakes when we were young, including you. What started out as a stupid mistake for me evolved into more of an enjoyable friendship.â
It was more explanation than heâd given anyone thus far, but his nerves were shot and he was sick to death of all the judgement. Heâd spent the last week pulling himself together. If anyone else wanted to challenge him, he was ready for it. âDonât speak to me as if Iâm a child.â
Maya Alliot pressed her eyes closed for a moment before pushing herself up from her seated position at the bar. She turned to Reagan as the bartender placed a drink down on the counter.Â
"He's cut off."Â
The French loyalist had known that if she didn't walk away not she was going to lay him out without a second thought. Her nails dug into her palm as she inhaled a breath to try and calm herself but until she was safely on the inside of her confines of her apartment she knew the risk of her turning around was still high. All Theo had needed to do was open his mouth one more time and Maya would take him out like she was twenty again and facing all five of Nicolas's men. Â
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theodorechaussard:
âIf you open your fucking mouth again I swear Iâll shove my fist down your throat and rip your guts out,â ThĂŠodore snapped at the individual, his anger burning in his eyes. âUnless you fancy that idea, Iâd advise leaving me the fucking hell alone.â
"If you can't take the shit we're giving you then you shouldn't have started shacking up with someone who looked like Aurelie." Maya's voice was calm and collected as she set her glass down on the bar's counter top. A loyalist had been giving Theo shit all evening and when he finally lost his temper Maya intervened. Her eyes narrowed in on the younger loyalist and nodded towards the bar motioning for him to walk away. Her eyes flickered back to Theo. âDo you feel better now?â
4602 was closed to the public to the French.
Maya Alliot had even directed Reagan to go to her apartment and stay there until she heard from her. Was she being a little extreme maybe but there was an unsettled feeling in her stomach that hadnât gone away since the moment Elliotâs body had hit the mat. Maya could still hear the scream that had left her lips as she watched what was the final blow. Â There had been hate in every punch that Salerno had thrown and Maya had known the fight should have been called.
Sheâd heard Veronika scream an order but it hadnât been enough to stop the fight. When it had ceased Maya had pushed herself into the ring and instantly started to assess his wounds. How many times had she patched Laurent, Oliver, and Richard up? One too many that was for sure. Â
Elliot, however, had been dead before they even had a chance to save his life.
Now they were all paying the repercussions of it. Â Going to see Aur wasnât a choice. It had needed to happen.
âI was ma'am,â Maya said with a shaking her head. âDante Salerno fought Elliot and killed him. He hadnât stood a chance but.â Maya looked over her shoulder for a moment. âVeronika and the ref had attempted to stop it. Salerno had no plans on stopping it. Â He appeared to be out for blood. Ma'am if I may I dont think this she her doing she looked and sounded as angry...Laurent and yourself know her better but it was just an observation."
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damon-rutherford:
This is the most⌠Lara birthday in 27 years.
Iâve seen better parties but this is fun.
revati-sharma:
Maya Alliot.
Revati followed the womanâs eyes to the couple then back to the French loyalist in some concern. Wesley was such a solid bet she was certain the betting odds were ten to one. And yet, here was the Launcestonian with her flaming serpents tongue, whispering from mouth oddities that were irrational and inflated. It felt like an American moment, sitting at such a posh table with someone like Maya Alliot - tall, tan, beautiful, and deadly - while speaking on the prospects of the night. Maybe this was what the French were good at; pushing the limits, testing them.
âAre we talking about the same guy?â Revati brought a hand to her chin, half laughing. âLetâs pretend like youâre right for a moment. Who should I have bet on?â
"If I was you?" Maya said as she stepped beside Revati playing the clutch she held in one hand directly in the center and taking a hold of it with both her hands. She allowed her finger nails to drum softly against the soft fabric as she thought silently to herself. After a long pause, she nodded her head towards the crowd standing around a fighter. "Thierry Vendroux and before you say it I'm not just saying that because he's French."
Maya nodded towards the man once more offering him a soft smile as he caught her eye. She had known Thierry since before he joined them in Porto. She'd seen his talent first hand back in Paris and believed he was a real contender. She snapped her finger as she pointed towards him. "He's smooth, graceful and a powerhouse. I'd bet my bar on him."