'MERCY, AND NOT SACRIFICE'

          ▎  ❛ MESSENGER ( @revcrb )                     ↳ STARTER CALL.

          ❛ ———-If I have to listen to this one more time, I’m going to BURN this building DOWN. ❜     to be fair, he would say that ONCE had been once too many, but he had been wiling to just let it go—now, however, he can virtually FEEL his patience grating away.

   a pause, and she makes the conscious effort to SMILE. sort of. at the very least,    her expression is kind ------it does not betray her annoyance at being interrupted,    nor the slight fear that he might actually do it. 

           “better than the usual.” 

   a shrug with stiff shoulders. it’s tolerable today, but still not the    ideal of what she wants to feel. at least it’s not cold or snowing     anymore. 

            “and     fine i think. my therapists says i’m doing okay, but             i think she’s just being nice.” 

   face filled with intrigue, but still a bit of NERVES, daisy nods.    she leans forwards some. 

                            ‘  B E T T E R,  BUT... not good. ‘ 

     He would have thought it STRANGE that HE hadn’t been the first to chime in such a thing. Would have should it not have happened so many times over. It still stood that it was not the NORM and did cause just a beat of a pause.

        “It’s pleasant.” soft eyes turn to a dimming sky, gaze flickering only briefly to the lingering and distant darkness off just beyond the two of them. The light rain would turn to a downpour most likely and even he would have to make for shelter lest he deal with looking like a wet dog later.

     “I’ve often found that the rain gives one a chance to reflect. Unwind. To think and reflect.” much like water could physically wash away stains, it could too give you a chance to clear your mind. 

   eyes flick over to him, her blonde hair being slowly weighed down with more water.    her smile widens a little, and she shrugs a slim shoulder before turning back to the    view. 

                           ‘  I T  KIND  of makes me... not think. or at least                               give me something else to think about. ‘ 

   head turned toward the sky, her eyes are closed in a rare moment of peace.    it’s raining, only lightly, like GOD is gently coaxing the world into spring. but    there’s a dark cloud in the distance, and a rumble of thunder rolls through the    sky with a flash of light. she seems undisturbed by it. 

                           ‘  H E Y,  CATHRYN? how are you feeling lately? ‘ 

   she looks concerned, and she is ---not only for cathryn, though that is certainly    the priority. but she’s concerned for herself, for how this might turn out. 

   ❝You wouldn’t believe how often it is people you’d never suspect.❞ He takes his steps cautiously, leading her to the interrogation room. Eventually, he notes Somerset standing with a cup of coffee in the hall and waves at him sheepishly. Perhaps an odd thing to do, considering they only haven’t seen each other for approximately 20 minutes, but it caught the other’s attention and he closed the distance.  ❝This is Daisy Luke, the witness in the assault and robbery case.❞ David explains. 

   daisy offered a nod and a smile to the other man as they entered the room.    the interrogation room ---didn’t sound like fun. but she sat down and took her    jacket off in an attempt to make herself somewhat comfortable, and she    folded her hands on the table. 

      ❝Right.❞ David ought to be flustered, but instead he just rolled his eyes. He didn’t like this. It was freaking him the fuck out and after ‘the incident’ he was ever so fidgety. ❝Let me show you the way, Daisy.❞ The detective figured he could help get her presence out of here sooner than later. Maybe then he’d have some calm. 

   she takes note of the expression, of the tense air around him...    it makes her even more uneasy, but she remains composed.    following the detective, she finds the silence eerie... 

@revcrb || starter call

   Now he was no mind reader but he figured that he could get a vibe off a person. I was a policeman thing–a gut feeling. And when he looked at the other, he froze and felt the hairs on his back stand. And it wasn’t because of a crime committed.

   ❝Who the hell are you?❞ He spits and he could tell that Somerset would have looked at him oddly in that very instance. But he wasn’t here to judge. 

   her eyes lift up from her phone, and she stands before addressing him. 

                           ‘  D A I S Y  LUKE. ‘ 

   she smiles a small, warm smile, and extends her hand towards him in    greeting. she’s nervous, but she has to be here. it’s just the right thing to do. 

Starter // ++

      One moment, you’ve met, and Aston seems nice enough. Another moment, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, slowly, classically flirting with all social finesse, and the moment could possibly last forever, until… 

     After some amount of time you somehow notice that nothing has outwardly changed, but when Aston seems to look into your eyes, he’s gazing somewhere past your ’deep, beautiful orbs’. The most out of character line he could next utter into your ear seems to confirm your suspicions;

                                “Darling, don’t make any sudden movements;                                       it would appear that we… well, I have company…”

   she’s not one to fall - at least not completely - for the charms of strangers.    but here she is, two drinks in (non-alcoholic, however) and she’s quite enjoying    herself. she’s not sure where it will go, but she’s content with however the night    plays out. 

   except, perhaps, like this. 

   she follows direction, remaining steady and keeping her eyes on her drink.    she’s nervous, but she won’t let it show. for now. 

       cathryn notices it. it’s not hard to, but she keeps her         hands in her lap. her head tilted ever so slightly. cathryn        doesn’t know what daisy could mean by that ( but she        has a feeling ) but she just shakes her head. now it’s         her turn to ask. 

                  “       are you okay? “

   oh, goodness. she must sound... crazy.    reel it in, daisy. reel it in. 

                  ‘  I---  YEAH, i just mean... if you need anything, i’m here. ‘ 

   she pauses. her jaw is clenched, teeth    grinding together as she thinks. 

              ❝ Come on tour with us. Then you can eat all the chocolate cake you want. That’s how we pay our roadies. ❞ He’s only kidding on the second count, but not on the first— going on tour with James Innes is akin to walking into Bedlam, and EVERYONE knows that, but he loves the chaos and doesn’t care who the hell he invites along.

                  ‘  H A H A,  VERY funny. ‘ 

   dripping with sarcasm, she is. there’s not a part of her that thinks he’s serious.