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𝐅𝐑𝐗𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄: an independent & selective original NEWSIES & HISTORICAL based character established in june of 2014. personals please do not interact!
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academia can be deeply unserious. tell me why i'm asking the prof i work for to renew my newspapers.com subscription through face.book messenger.
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[ SMS : ange ] the guillotine (had to google that 💀) is kinder than what'd happen to them if anyone out here got to em
[ SMS : ange ] come on, you gotta let the kids have brainrot. the kids yearn for the brainrot. i had to get my childhood brainrot on a library computer, and i think it's why i turned out so bad
[ SMS : ange ] hey, three languages but you're at least typing in real words. never a given over here
[ SMS : ange ] whatever taking charge looks like to you, i'll like it. let the bias work in your favor
[ SMS: charlie boy ] you didn't know what a guillotine was???? anyways, maybe death by a thousand cuts would suit them better.
[ SMS: charlie boy ] yeah, but the brainrot of the past is different from now. i'm not letting any of that generative ai bullshit near them. even elsagate was bad enough. i'll maybe let them have old-fashioned brainrot.
[ SMS: charlie boy ] but are words real? i mean if you repeat it enough, it become a word.
[ SMS: charlie boy ] taking charge is so vague, i'll have to google some ideas and make a pinterest board.
Rory shut his eyes for a moment, two even. He could feel her heart thudding from her chest and all he wanted in that moment was to cave to every poor intention in his mind, take what they could get for the moment, and to hell with everything else but then that other, consciously moral, soft part of him he hoped remained buried in sand creeped up. When he leaned in to kiss her slowly, his lips grazing hers and his hands tightened at her waist, wanting more but not the risk, he finally pulled back enough to look at her. "We shouldn't be out in the open like this... Where d'you wanna go?"
Her chest swiftly rose and fell, air finally entering her lungs after their heated entanglement. Had she not drawn away, it is possible that she would have kissed him until her face turned blue. Her typical chasteness had melted away under his touch. He got her to venture into uncharted waters. This want was new to her; something she did not know she could even possibly feel. A soft gasp left her when his grasp on her grew stronger. “Is your place closer or mine?” Angélique asked, gently bumping her nose against his.
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Gil gave her a small grin. "I appreciate you checkin' in. I'm no expert but it's good communicating that makes this whole thing work, right? Bonk me on the head if I ever become bad at it. Usually it's shutting up I suck at but..." He rubbed the back of his head for a moment. "Very good thing."
At her next comment, he snorted. "I don't know I don't throw offhanded comments out for just anyone. The whole squad would be howlin' if they knew I said somethin' like that." Fingers rubbed along her knuckles before he glanced at her again. "I hope you're not talkin' about you... But come on, we both know I'm a bit of a cretin from time to time."
A soft, shy smile mused on her lips. “I'm not the best either, but I try my best. I won't bonk you on the head, though.” Her face scrunched up as she shook her head. “It can be unnerving, so I've been told.”
A flash of confusion crossed her face when he made a noise. Nothing funny had been said, or so she thought. “Now, why would they be howling at that? I'm flattered you think that I'm not just anyone, though.” The warmth of his touch spread like wildfire, settling deep into her bones. It would take more than a fire squadron to put it out. “Who else am I talking about? I think that cretin is a bit much, you're a little absentminded that's all.”
He held her tightly to him as they kissed, and also when the kiss was done. Not that he wanted it to be done. "At this rate we won't make it to the Ferris Wheel." He smirked playfully and held her against his chest for a few moments more.
"But I suppose I could steal more kisses at the top, right?" His heart beat quickly in his chest, from nothing but being in love. He took her hand again. "Come on, beautiful, let's go for a ride."
Melting into him, it was quite the task to untangle herself from him. He could have kissed her till sunrise and she would not complain. However, they still had the rest of the evening before them. “You're making it rather difficult for me.” She then teased with burst of laughter.
“Yes, you could. Just don't do anything to get us kicked out.” A knowing look was shot before she resumed to chirp: “The night is still young, and we need to get our money's worth.”
"and it's only the greatest album of all time, from under the cork tree. never has an album been so well done before, or since."
“taste is subjective, i am personally rather fond of mitski's bury me at makeout creek. but, i'll have to see for myself.”
@frxncaise says, " i've hit people for less. "
charles snorts, tossing a glance at angelique, for the comment he wholly believes. seating on the couch, a mostly - eaten bowl of popcorn cradled between them, and very much ignoring the t.v. and its silly drama ( which charles had long ago lost the plot of, because he's stopped paying attention after survivor had ended ) they've been talking worst bureaucracies. this one, from charles, actually isn't that bad ---- one unusually rude cps desk agent, who'd been very ardent about denying him information about his sister, and then had decided to voice her opinion, unsolicited, on the unhoused, which charles had, at the time, been. he runs a hand through his hair, then lays it back on his stomach ( a picture of comfort, the way he's slouched, one leg stretched onto the ottoman, the other tucked beneath him, ) and shakes his head with a shrug. " if it didn't come with arrest, i mighta'. unfortunately, i wanted to keep on the agency's nice list. maybe i'll send you in there next time. "
a smile easily finds itself on her lips, it's wide and a bit goofy. the daughter of a bureaucrat hates bureaucracies, go figure. spend enough time behind the scenes, and you will want to destroy that machine. a few morsels of popcorn are tossed into her mouth. the t.v. has become mere background noise to the conversation at hand. ( she does not fuck with copaganda and their reruns after survivor ) the talk of bureaucracies is fitting for the whatever boomer cop show now gracing their screen. her face is twisted in disbelief, even if his anecdote is not that shocking. the unhoused are considered marginalized for a reason, though the world's cruelty still stings her heart. “ that's why you commit as many crimes as you can when underage for lesser punishments. ” at least, that is what her governess used to tell her. nowadays, she finds herself too tired to pull off the exploits of her youth. “ oh, am i a nepo baby for politicians? cause i'd go in there for you and use my nepo baby talents for good. ”
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when someone pries his rigor - mortis stiffened grasp from her soul, then charles will let angelique go. not a moment sooner : needing saving her is as certain to him as needing to survive the rescue himself. his hand cradles her cheek, brushing the tear from her face, wary of the smudges that his touch will leave, blood - and soot - stained that he is. " it isn't your fault i'm here. i came because i needed to. same as it isn't your fault for getting here yourself. " oh, charles had given himself plenty of time to assign blame, and had tried it out on everyone who'd been around that day. of course, only one person truly deserved it : the fucked who had borne the weapon, who had squeezed the trigger and set the lead screaming through the air. charles has a name, an address, a list of associates, saved in his notes app. he hadn't had time to act on his information. the underworld quest was much more important. he can't even remember it all now : angelique being alive again has consumed him like a forest aflame in august.
" it doesn't matter, anyways. what matters is getting us outta here. " he hasn't touched a promise to leave her behind. he doesn't want to press the bruise - tender bone that is his grief. " we both got life in us. let's keep it that way, yeah? we'll cross whatever bridges we gotta cross when we get to them. "
the red thread of fate would bind them in every lifetime, and they would find each other every single time. death could do little to part them, a mere obstacle to the intertwined souls. the warmth of him spreads through her when he wipes the salinity from her pale visage. whatever debris from his touch would mingle with the death of hers. angélique could never forget his tender grasp, yet it feels like an eternity. down below, time does not work the same way as above. what may have been a day or so could have been years to her. however long they were apart was too long either way. “ we both know it's my fault, i rushed in front the kids and i couldn't let it happen to them. ” the blame lays squarely on the man who wielded the gun, though she still blames herself. whoever he is now has a target on him, a true dead man walking. the caesars are well liked in the neighbourhood, known by all for their community work. justice in the form of vigilantism or another is bound to happen. for now, the perpetrator is safe from the vengeance that will soon come. first, the lovers must make their trek back home.
“ it does matter, you have to promise me you will. ” her tone grows serious as she intensely locks eyes with his. now it is not the time to be fatalistic, though she knows that either of them would do anything for the other to stay alive. “ i'm still dead until we make it back up, but i'll try for you. ”
"well, medda's talked me into makin' some more backdrops for her shows, and the guys seem divided on whether or not i oughta do some more mountains or somethin' forest-y for the latest one."
“oh, i see. and is there a theme to her shows or not? or at least a common thread between them all. do forgive me for asking so many questions.”
drawing out this encounter was her initial intent. however, she is feeling rather merciful this lazy afternoon. his impatience still thrills her after all this time. “ only cause you asked so nicely. ” ange purrs before capturing his lips into another kiss. true to her words, the pace quickens and the friction between where their flesh meets only grows. considering the haphazard disrobing of either of them, the question of restraint need not be answered. “ cum inside me, darling. ”
“sounds like y’gotta figure out how to get out of your own head, huh?” he muses as nimble fingers shuffle through a well worn deck of cards. he’s been told he can get that way sometimes himself, so caught up in his thoughts and dreams that he misses what’s happening around him. as a result he tries to keep that regulated to certain spaces, like the rooftop or backstage at medda’s while he paints.
“hey, one or two mishaps ain’t the end of the world. just part of learnin’ something new.”
“they say i think too much, my mind is never quiet.” she admits as her head softly cants to the side. there is never a moment of rest for her and her thoughts. professionals say she has an anxious disposition. in their eyes, she is more fragile and sensitive than her peers. already feeling so different, she masks to the appearance of normalcy. hypervigilance is the only way to be.
“i suppose, but i am a bit of a perfectionist. it makes me feel a little ill, sometimes.”
" neither of us is waking up at midnight and you know that. " charles laughs under his breath, continuing with the washcloth, even as stains begin to show ---- that's a problem for him and a bar of laundry soap tomorrow. there will be a tomorrow : he doesn't know what that hint of a smile is about, but it is there, and that's usually a promising sign. and if it doesn't come back tomorrow, he'll try and see that smile the next day, or the next. hope - creature that charles is, he won't be convinced otherwise.
" now, if you can manage to drown yourself in the shower, with me on the other side of the door, i'll be real impressed. you want the water cool or warm? i don't want you burning up on me, after that run of ours. "
“ i suppose i'll stay up then! that way i'm already up. ” another earnest declaration, dark hues briefly popping out of their sockets. within a few seconds, her gaze unnervingly drifts away from him almost as if unshifting itself mid-sentence. ( it's not the worst habit, but it does freak people out sometimes. ) tomorrow is on the tip of her tongue, a mere several hours away. the next day is not promised, yet charles has vowed to her that will. his oath to her is honey sweet to an almost sickening degree --- after all, he is a man of his word.
“ people call me a wild card for a reason, i wouldn't be the first person to drown in a shower. could i have it steaming? i want to feel like a har gow at dim sum, it's the only way i'll feel clean. ”
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Milo immediately held his hands up. "Oh! No, no please feel free to erm... sneak kiss me as you see fit, I'm..." He chuckled, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Honestly, I encourage more of it. For science. So one day maybe I don't bumble my way through it."
“Sneak kiss you in the name of science?” Her head canted to the side the way a pup would. “For the sake of scientific discovery, I shall do so from now on.” True to her word, she gently held his hands before stealing another kiss.
the trouble with adam was that he was always rushing. work was always at the forefront of his mind, and he was always focused on the case at hand, rather than...well, literally anything else. this time, he had to force himself to stop and fully focus on her. "absolutely, i'm alright. just got a little distracted by the promise of coffee - here, let me get yours. it's the least i can do."
apparently, angélique frequently appeared to be on the verge of tears. paired with her resting face of confusion, people often felt concerned for her. it probably did not help that she always had looked younger than her age. what was a regulated nervous system? “that happens to the best of us, coffee is quite the siren's call. oh no, thank you! you don't need to do that. i'm very jumpy, sorry.”
