#indevise

he draws in a deep breath and leans back into his seat, unconcerned but cautious. " and i hate power. " a forced smile graces his lips, he's got no reason to be standoffish towards this stranger — except for the fact that no one ever notices him. a ghost in a crowd, a blur in a photograph, a shadow in the dark. he's immediately intrigued, above all else. the intention hadn't been to enable a rival gang, and he's certainly not pleased to learn of the news, but he supposes it's nature. he can't control everything. " it's a good thing she's safe, now. "

liam then proceeded to pull his hand free  ( the hand that matteo hadn’t realized he had still been holding nonetheless ).     well,  whatever the case,  the problem still stands.      the cursed object was throwing a fit and the only solution that made sense was to either sneak up on it and destroy it or —      “ YOU’VE GOT TO APOLOGIZE TO IT,  LIAM. ”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐱.    𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎.    [  𝖺  𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍  𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍  𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍  |  𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽  𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁  @indevise  ]  

there was a twinkle of surprise in the woman’s eyes as her hand sought his reflexively.    “  bien sûr.  ”    her footsteps were light, cautious even as she stepped closer.    the strings eased into the beginnings of a waltz and couples all around them scurried to take their place on the dance floor.    “  but is there some sort of special occasion for this dance?    or someone you’re trying to avoid?  ”    liam quinn was a man who seemed to veil himself in ambiguity,  which made it very difficult to read his intentions in situations such as these.    she placed her other hand delicately against his shoulder and gazed into his eyes inquisitively as the woodwinds joined the arrangement in high-toned,  lilting melody.