#exilae

ambrose bierce was once quoted to say : BELLADONNA , ( n ) : in itaian a beautiful lady , in english a deadly poison . a striking example of essential identity of the two tongues .

if there was a way to describe her , THIS WOULD BE IT . as it encompasses her and tells you all that you need to know about one , mia di salvo . it is also true that belladonna is the name of her most favored weapon , the remmington r1 enhanced . the very same that is in parts on a table in front of her . finger's work diligently to clean out the barrel , wiping out the grime and carbon build up with a old torn up t - shirt . these are the moments mia get's lost in memories , as her years of using her gun brings so many of them . BOTH GOOD AND BAD ... remembering one of the moments when she had last fired this gun .

JACKET soaked crimson , it covers hands , splatters upon cheekbones , as blonde tresses have hardened. BLOOD , it's everywhere , and mouth has gone dry as he realizes just what this life is doing to him.

for so long he told himself that because he doesn't carry , he's somehow a cut above the rest. truth is ? he's far from. he's still involved in a world that leaves nothing but destruction in it's wake.

steps staggering - feet weighed down by the knowledge that someone was dead on HIS watch. THIS SCENE IS ALL TOO FAMILIAR. he wants to run , and so he had. doesn't remember her opening door but now he's in some opulent bathroom. a CLAWFOOT tub as she makes sense of what next steps are.

there’s a change of clothing and a bath for you to freshen up. / @exilae

' th-tha . . . thank you ' the words difficult to formulate as trembling fingertips go to pull off jacket , and lands upon marble floor - creating a crimson brush stroke. ' sorry ' he mumbles though he's a million miles away as he tries to center himself - REMEMBERING THAT HE CANNOT BREAK.

i want to scream , my heart beats so fast that i swear a heart attack is not far off. i can see my trembling hands ; the hesitancy of me wanting to actually face this situation. i feel eleven and vulnerable all over again. i don't know what set it off , maybe it was the fact that i went into the situation so sure of an outcome , PEACE. we were so fucking close. . . . [ BREATHE ... BREATHE ... BREATHE ] i have to remind myself , there i can feel it starting to subside , my heart beat slows as i swallow down that scream , and then look at satine.

the woman of this woods is not one to turn away similar company, as evident by the girl's constant reappearance in her dining space. the dining table is full of steaming plates, meat smothered with herbs and spices, greenery missing from this table - spread. it is a feast of flesh, elbows cracked at the knobs, feathers and feet plucked. the two sit in a conversation's aftermath: silence like an oncoming storm, the fragments of words still settling in the air. the guest ( @exilae ) breaks the silence with a follow - up to the air: " life is unfair. life has no obligation to be fair. " ...and the woman finds herself unable to disagree.

it doesn’t feel like you belong here — but that’s a feeling that always spreads you thin these days, haunted by real or not real, haunted by the living and the dead. there’s comfort in the familiarity of a crater, of district twelve’s still-burning lifeless husk on the horizon. comfortably a crater like you, a hollowed out mannequin masquerading as a person. 

but she is a bright spot, and you don’t remember what you did in your past life, not really, but whatever it was, it clearly earned her soft smiles and kind eyes for a lifetime and beyond. you wonder about that — about the man you used to be.

    ‘ what’s your favourite kind of flower? ’

                                *     )     𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢    𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗   𝚊𝚜    𝚑𝚎   𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖     𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗   𝚜𝚘   𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙻𝚈   𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚋𝚢    𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎   𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜    𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕   𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑   𝚝𝚘  𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼   𝚘𝚏     𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚄𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.    DEATH   ,     it   seemed   was   the   only   way   out                      SELFISH   in   nature    as    the   FLOOD    cascaded   upon   city   ,   and   DROWNED   the   boroughs   that   had   a   certain   rank    about   them.    the    RICH   unscathed   as    they   watched   from   their   PENTHOUSES   and   shoulders   were   shrugged.   ‘better  them   than  us...’    tone   flippant    as    curtains   were   slowly   drawn  ,   and   they   turned   their   backs   on   the   innocents  of   gotham.   

 *  )    𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝.   /  @exilae​

                                       WAYNE   ENTERPRISES   safe   from    the   floods   as    he   remained   in  the   office    that   his   father   ONCE   resided   in.   it’s   a  MATTER   of   convenience   ,   his   father’s   MEDICAL   supplies   always   stocked   (thanks   to   alfred).    ‘   i   thought   that’s   what   was   needed  . . .  ’    PAUSES   words   ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳𝚂   𝚞𝚙   𝚊   𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕   𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎.  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜   𝚍𝚘𝚡𝚢𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎                           𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.   ‘   i   don’t   know   if   our  job   is   to   survive   first  ,   maybe   it’s   more   jules  ’    shirt   PULLED   up   as   torse   is   a  beautiful   coloring   of   lilac   and   forest   green  ,    YELLOW  has   also   accent   skin.   the   wounds   PAINFUL   yet  ?   it   kept   him  going.