#futuresees

all she really has to go off of is a name. and an address. and her somewhat sketchy contact’s word that if she wants something done, or something taken care of, he’s her guy. whatever that means, she’s not exactly sure, but she’s willing to sniff out a lead, especially if it could lead to something big. a simple google search on him yields nothing. neither does a scouring of social media. ( seriously though, what kind of psychopath doesn’t even have a facebook account anymore? ) one flattery-laden phone call to matt yields nothing but the most vague mention of him being law enforcement at one point. and then that’s it. but any time she talks to anyone who was once nearly taken down by one of the corporations she’s looking into? they have his name. and mysteriously, their problems disappear. so...here she is. 

a  hiss  breaks  the  silence  in  the  house,  her  fingers  were  pressing  lightly  against  the  large  bruise  that  had  already  started  to  form  on  her  side.  it  was  only  one  of  many,  there  was  a  nasty  looking  bruise  on  her  cheekbone,  her  eye  already  swelling        &        bruising  slightly,  her  lip  was  bleeding        &        dried  blood  had  caked  onto  the  right  side  of  her  forehead.  plus  all  the  hidden  bruises  that  scattered  her  body,  overall,  she  looked  like  hell.  the  target  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  so  difficult  to  handle,  yet  obviously  that  wasn’t  true  as  he  gave  her  a  run  for  her  money.            ❝        fuck.          ❞        she  says  in  a  small  whimper,  trying  to  find  the  light  to  turn  on.  her  eyes  were  glazed  over  with  tears  when  she  furrowed  her  eyebrows.          ❝        emil?  what-  what  are  you  doing  here?          ❞        her  voice  cracks  at  the  sight  of  him,  she  wanted  to  hide  her  current  state  but  there  was  no  way  in  hell  she  could.  plus  she  was  sure  he’d  already  seen  her.  

@futuresees​ sent:  ☕ Our muses drinking something warm on a cool evening

she hadn’t seen him in months, it was usually that way. if anyone asked her about her family luna didn’t often have certain answers that she could give, and her mind came up with so little to share, but she knew who she considered her family more than she knew who actually had been in relation to blood. “it’s been a long time.” she says quietly, the same look in her eyes that had been there when the knock had touched her door and she had opened it to see emil standing there; a pain in her eyes that it had been so long. luna stirred the warm mugs of cocoa she had made for them both, and then she left the spoon in his in case he wished to stir it more, moving to sit down beside him on the couch. the afternoon was frosted with snow and it was already getting dark out from the winter days being so much shorter. 

   Pen tapped idly against empty pages, devoid of any information she should really be jotting down for the class. She was going to regret that later, but she couldn’t stay FOCUSED no matter how hard she tried. Aurora dropped her pen and ran her hands down her tired face as the bell rang, smudging her mascara a little. She packed up her stuff as her PEERS stormed out of the class, laughing and hollering at each other. She hoisted her backpack over her shoulder and left the classroom.

   It didn’t take her too long to find Emil, and she dramatically threw her back against the locker beside his and sighed heavily past her lips.

she  wasn’t  supposed to  know  anything about  him  ,  she’d  got  the  information the  same  way  she  obtained most  other  information ;  weaseling  it  out  of  people  or  stealing  it  right  from  their  desks. regardless  ,  she  knew  his  skills  could  come  in  handy  ,  he  might  be the key  to  finding her  sister’s  killer after  all  this  time.  a  man  who  could  predict and  feel  what others  couldn’t.  she’d  been  lurking around  his  last  reported  address ,  hoping  to  see  something. and  then  she  did.  she  approaches  him  outside  the  building  ,  pulling  a  cigarette  from  her  pocket and  pretending  to  fumble  around for  a  lighter.   ❛      hey  ,      you  got  a  ━    ?     ❜    she  makes  the  universal motion  for  a  lighter  with  her  thumb  ,  mostly because  her  nerves had  caused  her  to  forget the  english  word  she  was  looking  for.