#labelletragedies

“Ethan.” She calls out his name before she gingerly takes his arm to stop him. “You can’t go in there with your tie look like like that.” Naima has grown to really like the mechanic. He’s a fresh of breath air in her usual gloomy life. So, she’s doing what she can to keep the friendship including getting him out there to meet new people. Perhaps she can help him see that not all people are doomed. When he turns around, she truly appraises his get up. How could it have bee missed by her how handsome he was? “You look perfect.” She smiled, her hands moving to adjust his tie. It was a small little event that she wanted to bring a friend to. Lola was busy and he was on her list of victims. When he had accepted, she was more than excited. As she tied the knot, she couldn’t help the smile on her face. Withdrawing her hands, Naima took a step back and sighed. “there you go. Now…go get ‘em.”

 Only by the grace of Naima was he even leaving his apartment. He couldn't even remember what he did for new years besides visit his dad. Although last year, they wouldn’t let him stay till midnight, he just spent them alone. He also wasn’t someone’s plus one in long while either. He wasn’t really invited out to places, but that was also by design. He wasn’t even sure if he would be a good date. Date. His mind was racing, was it one?

All the woes and worries melted when he saw Naima. He barley could even form a proper sentence when he saw her. He tried to cough over his stuttering. Stupid of him, he would have to keep it up all night, she looked that good. She was literally glowing, her outfit made her radiate even more. She reminded him of the books of Mythology he read in school. The impersonation of Aphrodite herself. When they reached city hall, his stomach clenched tight. Not even realizing he was basically just charging in, trying to take his fear head on. 

Hearing Naima call his name, brought him back to the present. He hadn’t even noticed his tie, he almost felt bashful. When she said he looked perfect, a wide smile came to his face. No one said things like that to him. “No, it’s really you” He said his voice low as she fixed his tie. He wanted to say more, but his mouth wouldn’t let him. He cracked another smile and took a couple steps back. “Come on” He said, as he outstretched his arm for her to hold. “I have to count how many people are going to gasp when you walk in”

Vincent looked down at his cooling cup of coffee, of course he understood, they both had forbidden feelings for people that Delia wouldn’t allow them to be with. But how many times had Mags stood by his side when Delia was too busy living her life here? how many times did she stick up for his weird ways, when so many people were ready to throw him away. “I do know how you feel Mags, and I’ve told you that I support you, I’ve never met this Andie, but if she makes you this happy, then I’ll do what I can to ensure you two can be together” ( @labelletragedies )

   it’s not the first time ayanna has tried to convince the boss to put his paperwork aside and focus on the world around him instead. her intentions are always well-meaning, but he’s not had an instance like this one occur under his watch, something so serious and deadly. a message was being sent to roger — but from who? and for what? ayanna’s words echo in his ears as he lowers the file he’d been scourging for the past half-hour. “ for once? ” roger scoffs as he looks up at the woman over the tops of his reading glasses. “ aya, i think you’ve been taking care of me far longer than i’ve been taking care of you. ” he starts to raise the file to his face once more, but the arch of ayanna’s eyebrow demands something else. roger sighs and stands. “ well, if you’re going to loom, let’s at least have some coffee together — sound fair to you? ” @labelletragedies

“ i don’t care. fais le maintenant----get it done. NOW. “ margot says sternly over the phone. though she hangs up and walks up to joelle with a sigh escaping her lips. she leans on her cane with one hand, her other rubbing her temple. “ this...this is a mess. “ margot always does her best to keep a level head. ESPECIALLY, in times like this.  she’s come to find that things like this come with the territory. but it still shakes everyone up nonetheless. but, with joelle she can always be honest. “ the detectives aren’t letting this go. i wish to find out who did this before they do. “

kiss  on  an  injury  my  muse  gave  to  yours.

He felt like an idiot, a big dumb idiot. In a rush and so nervous that Naima was finally going to come over, Ethan turned into a big klutz. He had spilled ice all over the floor before she came, ran into his couch a couple times, couldn’t find the remote to his tv. He honestly felt like a teenager again, racing around the house, straightening up for a female friend to come over. When she came, he barley could utter a hello. He gasped instead of smiled when he saw her. It was a good gasp, he always saw her nothing short of beautiful. Reminding him of the Muses, the women from Hercules.  damn, he really did feel like a teenager again. 

He opened the door wide for her to come in, hitting the back of his shoe. As she came in, he went to close the door and accidentally caught her fingers. He didn’t even know what he did until he heard her yelp. His face was so hot, his heart beating so fast. He felt so dumb, he couldn’t believe it. Nothing but I’m sorry came from his mouth as he brought her into the kitchen, sitting her down on the table. He got ice, packing it into a kitchen cloth. He felt so bad, he barley could look at her. He iced her hand, asking to see. A heavy grimace on his face, praying that it wouldn’t bruise. 

“I am so so sorry” He sighed as he held her hand delicately. Kissing the tips of her fingers. “I am so sorry” He could only look at the ground. The only thing causing him to look up was her hand on his cheek. It gave him the courage, barley,  to look her in the eyes. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “I am so sorry” Was all he could say for the rest of the night.