#kingqin

There was no easy way to escape from the clutches of a man married into paranoia. A soft breath escapes Weiss as she eyes her Scroll dubiously.

Whitley had unwittingly given her this  plan when he had snobbishly told her  that  she would need the skill of one of the  greatest criminals to escape their father’s grasp.

Since his little slip, she  had  been  looking into   the   darker   side  of  the  company’s associations. A name she heard  come  up often  was  that  of  the  renowned  Roman Torchwick - a  brilliant  criminal,  &&  not  a man to be trifled with.

Organizing a  meeting  had  taken  her  far more time  than  she  had  anticipated,  but in the end, she’d  managed  it  -  gaining  a Scroll   with    untraceable    &&    unlimited access to communications outside of Atlas.

When his features appear  on  the  screen, she almost lets a sigh  of  relief  leave  her.

Followed by a  faint  flush  of  her  cheeks. It was unfair he  was  so  handsome.  The story   books  always  said  men  like  him were too good looking for their own  good.

“I hope that this meeting isn’t taking up too much of your valuable time, Mr. Torchwick.”

             QUIPPED.     tone bellow’s forth notion’s of  ANNOYANCE  ---  brow raised in question  &&  scaled features bristle upon  UNEASE  that settled before the taipan  FAUNUS.  lips pursed  &&  REN  glower’s as parchment. palms place upon lap  &&  the acidic roseate hues narrow upon the man.

              ❛    what do you want of me -----  SIR.    ❜

Where was her team? Her friends? Her backup? Why was she alone now, crouched before the tall male as she attempts to scramble backwards, her weapon growing further and further away from her reach as she attempts to outrun the self-crowned king. Brows furrow and eyes narrow as the cold concrete of the wall meets her back, panic beginning to seep into her bones as gray irises focus on the criminal.

One time my sister and I were wrestling and I almost broke her arm. Another time I busted my lip cause she pushed me off the couch. It’s totally normal I mean at least Winter just bopped her on the head instead of twisting her arm in unnatural ways :P

I think I’m done with this but GOSH am I proud.

YALL I DON’T DO BACKGROUNDS. FDKLASJF;AJF;

“ This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so reckless... ”

Cerise had held back on ‘scolding’ Roman since his return from the scuttle held at the docks with those Beacon kids. But it was almost humorous- his griping and moping since his return...

“ And would you hold still!? It’s going to hurt worse if you keep flinching like that! ”

She grips his wrist to get his attention, staring him down hard with fierce shades of gold, using her free hand to apply the alcohol drenched cloth to the thief’s cut face.