#actssassin

@actssassin said :   ❛ 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. ❜                                                    FOLKLORE STARTERS  |  (  NOT ACCEPTING  !  )

       THERE  IS  NO  CONSTANCY  TO  HER  .   she  would  scrub  her  past  clean  meticulously  /  dress  in  colors  she  never  wore  to  construct  the  woman  she  would  be  for  the  foreseeable  future  (  futures  to  her  were  like  what  seasons  were  to  the  year  .  drastic  ,  though  imperceptible  as  they  unmade  themselves  /  a  golden  day  eroding  into  a  snow-laden  one  from  one  night  to  the next  )  stillness  was  not  something  she  could  afford  to  crave  ;  it  was  a  luxury  and  perhaps  ,  also  a  given  for  people  unlike  her  .  WHAT  DOES  QUIETUDE  MEAN  TO  TWELVE  WOMEN  WEARING  THE  SKIN  OF  ONE  ?  but  she  did  …  she  found  a  hush  in  the  stubble  along  a  chin  ,  in  a  towering  silhouette  and  two  left-feet  .  still  ,  she  faced  the  lulling  comfort  the  only  way  she  knew  how  :  by  running  .  the  agent  had  always  been  a  study  in  retreat  (  nothing  said  home  to  her  quite  like  a  getaway  car  and  an  open  road )  THEN  I  SLAMMED  THE  BREAK  /  I  HIT  A  DEAD  END  WITH  YOU  .  there  was  no  way  to  go  but  back  . 

have you ever loved someone before you even knew there was such a thing between you? have you ever loved someone and only realized much later rather than sooner, that love is what sets your soul alight? ella finds herself caught by those questions at the oddest of times but they always aflame when she is around barry; they have been practically inseparable for a while since their run of romeo & julet, but now that they have their two weeks off, she finds she can hardly separate from him still. this is their first trip out of the country, the beauty of the french riviera laid out in front of them, and their first vacation ever together. she thinks they are comparably well equipped, after they have been practically living at each other’s places and she has fallen asleep on his couch ( and tentatively in his bed as well, but only for the past weeks, ever since rehearsal ) more often than she can count at this point. barry, he makes her feel safe and loved and fearless, and that is something ella cherishes incredibly.

being here, in france with him, it is a little like marrying him to the puzzle pieces of her past though, of course, the golden sunshine and the wide, turquoise ocean have nothing to do with rainy london, and only come that close to the lavish fields of her childhood home. it is enough though, with him more than enough anyway, and she notices how slipping into the language she was raised on comes easier to her around here than in new york   ——    unsurprisingly. she steals a glance at barry next to her, for once seemingly relaxed; it makes her smile and him almost vulnerable in her eyes. gently, ella reaches over to capture his fingers between hers, directing him to look at her as she presses a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. .         ❛ would you wanna go down to the beach or go back to our hotel? ❜  she asks, honestly curious. their room is not incredibly luxurious, but it has a bed fitting the both of them with fine sheets and a balcony with a view on the sea and she doesn’t need anything more than that, but she knows that barry prefers peace and quiet. this, it is for the both of them after all.

——  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. (1/?) 

     𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚊𝚜  𝚊  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝  𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔  .   cracked  windshield  ,  rear  window  shattered  and  she  is certain  there  is  more  than  one  bullet  lodged  into  the  cream-colored  upholstery  of  her  seat  .  every  car  she  drives  like  a  convertible  —  wind  in  her  hair  ,  revving  engine  regardless  if  the  vehicle  in  question  could  barely  break  seventy  without  protesting  .  o’  and  she  laughs  !  (  something  wild  ,  something  fierce  ,  something  with  utter  abandon  )  he  is  beside  her  ,  reloading  a  semi-automatic  though  they  were  no  longer  being  pursued  .  her  partner  was  a  good  shot  maybe  almost  as  good  as  she  was  a  driver  .  EVER-MODEST  THE  MECHANIC  . humility  did  not  keep  you  alive  in  their  line  of  work  .  but  severity  ?  gaby  could  take  or  leave  the  notion  —  more  likely  to  leave  it  ,  far  off  and  in  her  dust  ,  than  let  it  possess  her  .  no  ,  there  is  nothing  subdued  about  her .  this  question  mark  that  takes  on  the  form  of  a  woman  .  a  secret  caught  behind  blacked-out  prada  lenses  .    

                                                         “  are  you  ever  serious  .  ”  

     she  kills  the  volume  on  the  radio  as  they  pull  off  the  road  ,  fading  into  anonymity  in  a  lot  chock  full  of  modest  sedans  (  what  a  pretty  pair  they  make  in  their  family-friendly  shell-shocked  volvo  !  )  ❛  i  can  be  —  i’ve  been  known  to   …  ❜  all  half-way  answers  ,   a  waving  dismissive  gesture  .   ignition  clicking  back  and  the  rickety  vibration  of  the  motor  cuts  .  quiet  as  any  mouse  /  small  as  one  too  when  sat  beside  his  imposing  frame  (  another  act  ,  another  deception  .  look  diminutive  be  immense  ,  a  substantial  presence  in  any  room  —  or  in  this  case  ,  vehicle  )  she  is  leaning  over  the  gearshift  .   a  hand  on  his  knee  and  the  other  lifting  the  gun  from  his  hold  only  to  let  it  tumble  away  rather  carelessly  above  the  dashboard  .  down  ,  down  ,  towards  the  fracturing  front  window  .  one  recalls  her  past  life  as  a  dancer  as  she  moves  —  the  learned  grace  still  present  in  the  easy  maneuvering  of  her  legs  even  when  she  should  have  lacked  the  necessary  space  to  do  so  .  in  one  fluid  motion  she  has  situated  herself  atop  him  .  her  thighs  pressed  against  his  own  ,  sitting  face-to-face  /  nearly  nose-to-nose  .

          ❛   you know, he’ll probably start   pestering   you if you don’t start at least looking like you’re having a decent time.  the king, I mean.   ❜   jesper offers a friendly smile as he selects some unidentified little pastry cup and pops it into his mouth, gray eyes fixed on the bodyguard with interest.   ❛   this your first ravkan party or does the whole thing just still, you know,   freak you out   a little bit?  trust me, you’re not the only one.   ❜