#elconquistxdor

     it was, however, out of the ordinary to fall asleep with her husband next to her and wake up alone, the moon still peering in through their windows. groggily, she shifts onto her side, glancing around the dark room. “carlos?” 

carlos’ come from the places he’s traveled, the other languages he’s picked up and they each have their own tone and meaning, until she can nearly tell his mood by what he calls her. the ones he may use for her early in the morning when he’s trying to wake her, or to greet her when he returns home are different and distinct from the ones he uses when he’s pushing her sleeping gown up over her hips.

When she mends Carlos’ things, especially things worn under his armor to battle, she always adds her own personal touch, patches and thread work and patterns all believed to protect. It’s her way of making sure he’s safe the way he does for her.

this place she knows. it’s carlos’ home...the wrong home, and what will happen to the safety cortes’ men provide if he is angered?

*winks at u*

The place feels cold. The place doesn't sleep though. He's convinced constantly that they're being watched. He feels paranoid. But paranoia is something he learned here. He's eager for something to fall onto his lap. He's eager to know that he has some sort of purpose again. Because it's all dead now. Everything. Everyone. Nothing matters. He feels as if he's on the edge of being what he has to be. It's morning. It's cold. Ice cold. And he looks over at the only other person out here. And he doesn't know if he's leaving or if he's just outside. This is the last indulgence in a thinking habit. He won't do it tomorrow or the next, he tells himself he will be molded. "Had enough?" it's a bad joke, an attempt to reach without really reaching. To fake it. As Elijah said was necessary to blend. People notice the odd one out. But you act like everyone else you blend. People have habits of bad jokes and trying to be your friend when you wanted to be left the hell alone.

He studied Carlos for some time these past few minutes. Wanting to peel layers off of each of them. He liked to know their vulnerable spot and push. He had not spoken much to Carlos Madrigal though. He sits across from him then, a demand for him to drop what he's doing to grant him his attention. A command of respect. Showcase of authority. All carefully calculated and on purpose. Would that get under his skin? "I have one question for you." he says, lifting one finger briefly in the air. "Are you prepared to do what's necessary?" he asks, wanting to meet his eyes. "Are you prepared to kill?" An insinuation of doubt.

                                 Ed was not a fan of Halloween. She never even got to enjoy it as a child because her Mother always had her dress up like Miss Texas Rose every year. Just another pageant Ed did not want to take part in. She didn’t even get to go trick-or-treating back then. So when Halloween came around with her on her own, Eddie enjoyed handing out candy compared to not getting it. However, now that she was with Carlos, she doubted children cold even get to the door without being eaten alive. Ed wondered if that would change it there was a chance...Eddie changed her thoughts as she stood and walked over to the computer, starting to look for a costume she actually wanted to wear. Not that she’d get to. After shopping for the better part of an hour, Ed picked a costume, but she didn’t order it. She doubted Halloween was the one holiday he liked.