“Ah, Mr. Weightman. What scathing commentary have you written about me and my family?” A polite but icy smile was plastered on her face: a practiced and perfected expression borne out of necessity. William Weightman was one of many naysayers of her and her family, and she knew for a fact that her father would never approve of him. Especially after he helped spread the rumors that her father had murdered her mother to marry his mistress, which was nothing but a vicious lie.

“ you waited for me? ” (from ross poldark to penelope featherington)

He wondered about the things that the other said, his eyes following the way that he took his cigarette and the natural and easy way that he spoke. Rand really thought on it, piecing together what he heard before letting out a small sigh, reaching into his own pocket for his own pack. "You can smoke." He answered before lighting up his own, setting it on his lip and letting the smoke blow out from between his lips. "I think that maybe you're onto something but the question of motive is still there. What's he doing it for? Why's he doing this? There's always got to be a reason, doesn't there?" Of course he would have to look more into the case to really land on something but he couldn't help but voice the question then.

A smile appeared on his face when the pup barked when hearing his own name as if he was trying to say; yes that's my name! Nice to meet you! Once the dog was put down he decided to start sniffing his shoes once more.

His attention shifted back to the dog owner when he started talking again. "Very subtle - definitely not promotion of your own business," Elio said unable to hide a grin at how awkward the other man was. "But I'll keep it in mind I can't say I've ever taken a ride on a hot air balloon." It would definitely be a different way of exploring the town from up high.

He motioned to the free seat at his table. "Not waiting for anyone I'm on my own so go ahead, Riley…" He bowed down to the dog and gave him a pet with his free hand, "… And you too of course Echo."

Guilded palaces were not unfamiliar to her. She’d been born and raised in one, so finding her way through a maze of marbled hallways and rooms with doors that stretched from floor to ceiling was easy. It was made even easier by the fact that most of the floors in Prince Y.usupov’s home weren’t soundproof.

What was strange was the noises she was hearing coming from one room in particular.

James looks at the woman and smirks as he runs his eyes over her "I have to say that you have guts to give a strange man your room number, either that or your nuts." He chuckles and then gestures to the bar "Can I buy you a drink and ask you how you like the hotel?" He walks slowly toward the bar and then turns his head to look back over his shoulder at her "I am the owner after all, and I need to make sure that all my guests are happy."

Images recalling the events of a few months ago persisted within her mind, where fear paralyzed her body and she was unable to do anything but listen & comply, given that she was taken by surprise & she had been working as always, near to end her night shift. Polly had since questioned why she was the one chosen to deceive Paul, but the answer wasn’t given until she began seeing him frequently; whether at the club while she was working or, off work hours. The main reason they had her for it was because they needed a pretty, innocent looking face and at the same time, unknown for the target. One that could pose as only a nobody wishing to establish a connection with him, when in truth, she was being forced to after she was given enough information on him. 

She had to remind herself every night that she was being followed and seen whenever these men could when she was out with him. But being in his apartment gave her some relief in the matter and she tried not to dwell much into her thoughts when being around Paul.

When she heard her name being mentioned, she snapped out of her thoughts. She was srated on the sofa of his living room and had been silent for a few long seconds. Ocean hues shifted towards him and a smile brightened her features, seeing Paul standing beside her. Her smile had faded the moment she began thinking, which was dangerous given that she had to keep appearances and not give off anything. The guilt on the situation lingered, unable to push it away.

@kingdom-of-vanity​ said: “ if you could only see yourself through my eyes… ” (from merlin)