#fromshadovvs

The Moulin Rouge had become one of Cicero's favorite places he'd been in a long time. Music, dancing, entertainment, and easy, so easy prey. More than one dancer would wake up with a blurry memory and a bruised and bitten neck. They never connected Cicero to the violence though- not the Italian with a playful lilt to his voice and a charming gaze.

Oh, and the gossip Cicero learned just by being a literal fly on the wall. Oh, The Duke was a clever fox, but he seemed to miss the obvious fact his beloved Diamond wasn't his alone. Cicero had spotted Satine and some soft eyed poet sneaking off together. That was delightful... and would just give him fuel in his manipulation of the Duke.

Tonight, rather than meet at the Moulin Rouge, Cicero had invited Andre to his home. Not a sprawling estate or anything, but a luxurious enough flat for him and his darling Gloria.

"Cicero? The Duke has arrived."

Speaking of which. Cicero beamed at his guest. "Your grace, you decided to come! I'm honored. Gloria, darling, I'll see you in the morning."

She can easily forgive the scent of dog with how he speaks. His spoken words always manage to bring a brighter smile to the most feared bride’s lips. In a single moment, Aleera wishes and hopes this man be the only one to not hold fear of her. Girlish giggles fell from her in whole amusement. 

@fromshadovvs​ asked: "where the fuck are you?" from gabriel!

     “On my way to your place. Stuck in traffic. Apple maps decided to make me suffer,” not that she really needed to use GPS to get to his place, but sometimes, especially when coming from the hills, she tended to get distracted and miss her exit. She had her hand on her horn, tempted so tempted, to hit it. 

allies or enemies: the crane wives

“What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads?“

For the first time, Izzy understood how hollow victory could be. It was hard to believe he’d won. And he had - Stede Bonnet was gone, and Izzy was still there, and Blackbeard was back. Everything had gone exactly the way Izzy had wanted it to, give or take a few Acts Of Grace. Even Bonnet’s incompetent crew was gone; this should have been the victory of a lifetime. He’d won. He got away with his life, his crew, his ship, his captain. 

So why did it feel so damn awful?

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Zora nods a little bit as they are examining the cup that Viago had apparently made himself. It's always nice to see someone crafting things on a more personal level.

@fromshadovvs​ sent: ❝  i  pretended  to  be  lost,  she  gave  me  directions   —   and  then  i  killed  her.  ❞   -   viago !

@fromshadovvs​ sent: " Times change and so must I . " viago for sylvie ?