#diafrst

when his phone pings it's nearly three twenty two in the morning, a stiff drink in his hand, sleep would not come. the contact id he notices first, a grin on his lips as he taps away. ↶

⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: diamonds. ⁾ : is that so? ⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: diamonds. ⁾ : in full detail.

𓍯 ִֶָ "oh alright, if you say so !" not that it takes much convincing if she's told there'd be fun and adventure, neither something she can very well resist. life is simply boring if there's a perennial routine one simply can't escape. but ariel is surprised that it's @diafrst the one reaching out to her this time, usually it feels like the other way around and so ariel is thrilled; it means they've become close friends, right ? "i trust your judgement, emma. where is this fun thing ? oh, is what i'm wearing alright for it ?" she looks down at her ocean-blue dress; living on land she's come to understand that humans have dress codes for everything ( dinner this, ball that ), and has become accustomed to asking this question.

dark   locks   flaunted   only   a   few   rebel   strands   falling   over   brow,   navy   blue   shirt   three   buttons   open   revealed   beginning   of   collarbone,   diamond   cufflinks   carefully   composing   a   firm   stance   in   opposition   to   the   whispered   matter   of   mutants.   yet,   boreal   hues   fractured   immaculate   composure   when   wife’s   dulcet   tone   suggested   scandalous   route   that   had   lingered   in   the   back   of   his   mind.   ❛   no   need.   i   can   wait.   ❜   witty   softened   baritone,   lips   bowing   in   a   fleeting   simper   only   reserved   to   her.   years   passed,   battles   calloused   their   sense,   but   emma   would   never   cease   to   stun   him   with   her   beauty.   dangerous,   cunning   woman.

digits   sneaked   onto   her   palm,   leading   the   back   of   her   hand   to   lips,   conscious   of   the   predators   watching.   the   ring,   the   kiss,   their   attire,   all   in   the   service   to   convey   a   message   of   union   &   insurgency.   ❛   don't.   that   would   only   inflame   the   already   negative   image   they've   been   fabricating   about   the   mutants.   ❜   discipline   reclaimed   cadence,   mission   weight   returning   to   shoulders,   stiffening   jaw.   night   of   theatrics,   every   pleasantry,   every   flute   of   champagne   risen   with   a   speech   of   charity   crafted   a   narrative   of   manipulation,   to   instigate   fear   in   the   upper   class   towards   the   mutants,   and   gather   supporters   in   programs   against   them.   over   his   dead   body.

❛   maybe   they're   even   counting   on   a   display   of   your   powers   tonight.   ❜   arm   lowered,   fingers   still   tangled   with   hers   as   couple   sauntered   across   ballroom.

" easy, now. " he does a palms out hedging, overacted for the effect. this is... how he does things these days. a put-upon show, a goofy scrim to pull the shade over his car crash life. it's easier to lean in, to go with it, than it is to admit just how hard it is to hold together all the crumbling pieces underneath. " you keep on those types 'a comparisons & a guy could get offended. "

PROMPTS FOR NEW INTIMACY

an abandoned building in the middle of the night: it's practically a stereotype. creaky, soft plywood boards spongey underfoot & must with mildewed decay mingle single-threaded lightbulbs swaying unlit overhead. even if the filament were lit, jessica already knows it would be a thin, wan yellow that would do little more than cast shadows against the pasty, papered wall.

a thread of cobweb snags on her sleeve as she pushes her phone light through it to get a better look. her lip curdles, disgust riding up as she bats it free of the leather.

ns/fw gif meme.

A NIGHT OUT, taking a break from her realm to indulge in the spoils of the land of the living.