#fleurdvlys

*    Let's take a walk threw the deepest part of the hood.          I want to know who it was that said it was all good.             He must of never been to the corner, and spent the half an hour.                 Longer, where you could smell reality stronger.                    Where they sell you grease in a box and hope that you die quicker.                         And if your old enough to walk to the store you can buy liquor.                             Where you can find a dice game at any time of the night.                                  And somebody gets shot or stabbed every time there's a fight.

                                     ALLY     SHAUNDI     MATT     NERO     BOSS

     It hasn’t been long since she’s been saved from that hellscape Zinyak created for her. Yet even now she still has the fear that he’s going to scoop her back up and put her right back in it. Just the daily repeat of seeing him was undeniably dreadful. To be forced to marry Stefano over and over again, living out the horrors of being his wife, that’s not something she wanted to go back to. Such an arrangement made her resent her father for setting it up, and such an arrangement is what made her flee from Sicily way back when Earth was still there. Yet there’s still the underlying feeling of guilt and remorse for not forgiving her father, but of course, she couldn’t, if she had stayed in her birthplace she would’ve been forced into marriage with an absolute bastard. 

     She’s quiet as she approached the Boss, Mr. President to be exact. But what was there to be president of? America was gone, along with the rest of Earth, blown to bits by that damn alien fuck face ( fuck him, fuck his ships, fuck his simulations, fuck everything ). A hand is placed onto his shoulder,  ❝ Hey Boss, ❞ She breathes, an expression of sadness dancing across her features.

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He let out a soft groan; waking up by the sense that something was wrong. What was wrong, Houston couldn’t pinpoint, however. 

He didn’t have his usual stress headache, which was odd. As he slowly opened his eyes and looked around, however, he couldn’t recognize the are he was in. 

Had he been kidnapped?

as he rubbed his face with one hand; he placed a hand on his stomach to rest. Neither felt right. 

His features too sharp and narrow- wait, where the hell was his mask?Hell, his body too narrow. 

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   “YES. literally yes.” they sound a bit DEFENSIVE to that question, shoulders hunch for a few moments before trying to justify their social anxiety. “e- especially when people just… KNOW you’re in a gang, people either w- want to avoid you, use you or kill you. maybe all three at once.”