#lily01

After almost a decade, she had finally shocked her publication team into silence.

Verity grinned as she checked her phone screen to zero notifications, a sharp contrast from the dozens of texts and emails that usually popped up every couple of minutes from her (constantly distressed) team back in New York. Around this time, as a book signing event for a new publication was in its initial planning process, she would have had to put her phone into airplane mode to keep herself from feeling the urge to fling it into the ocean. But this time was different. 

After attending the engagement party during the previous weekend and learning that the event planner had been none other than Lily Whittaker, Verity had promptly informed her publication team that she was going to handle the event herself. They had thought she was drunk at first, as she usually didn’t even care to learn the details of such events until the morning of, much less take part in meetings. But after working with the wildcard author for years, they eventually took it in stride, as she knew they would. And if Lily Whittaker happened to be the person Nate had been making eyes at, then surely it was only simple coincidence. And her outfit, resembling the widow of a rich, mysteriously murdered billionaire? Also a coincidence. 

Verity tapped her foot impatiently as she waited, her gaze focused on the decor of the office as she tried to glean what she could about the other woman from her furniture choices. 

LOCATION: whittaker residence

So he hadn’t been the only one that had done his research. 

Saint Bayrak stood on the doorstep of the Whittaker home, a bundle of flowers in his hand and curious glint in his eyes. He’d met the couple briefly during a luncheon he attended with Raymond Blackwood and had apparently made enough of an impression that they invited him over a few days later, hinting that their younger daughter would all too happy to welcome him to town. Somehow he doubted Lily Whittaker had taken any part in that particular discussion, though he was happy to entertain the invitation either way. 

He didn’t hesitate as he rang the bell, mildly amused that the Whittakers’ plans folded neatly into his own. 

@oflilyevans

“Okay,” Amelia sighed, pulling the phone away for a second to roll her eyes at Lily. “Okay... Yeah, I know what that is... Yeah, you should probably run away... Okay, lady you got to fucking calm down alr-” Amelia looked at the phone for a second before turning back to Lily. “The bitch hung up on me.” She slammed the phone down and began storming through the room, looking for the necessary equipment. “I did find out that the arsehole of a ghost we tried to find this morning has made his way over to the old operahouse, because clearly he’s a cultured bastard.” She picked up something that looked like it might be useful and held it to rest on her shoulder. “Are you ready?” 

@coffeedisorder​

    The flow of blood swarmed around the locker, turning the clean floor into a maroon mess. It slowly spread as the man inside the closed space bled out, inching closer and closer to death. One of his own knives used against him and shoved into his chest, killing him quickly along with many burns across his body. Ah, how he wished for once in his life he didn’t pick a fight. The people here were stronger then they were back in his world of despair. Oh, how he underestimated these people and their strange, otherworldly abilities.

    For his error in judgement and the weight of his past, he would die here and pay the price.Takumi could hardly keep his eyes open. His fight to stay alive was a losing battle. The end wasn’t warm and fuzzy like those with virtue and innocence had. His sins lead him to this painful death, where it was dark, cold and lonely. The death itself, as agonizing it was, wasn’t the thing he feared most. It was the memory he held dear, the one who defined who he was. The memory of a cool serial killer.

    Footsteps echoed closer, but it wasn’t until the locker opened, a creaking sound from the metal door grabbing the remainder of his attention. An outline could be made out of from the flickering lights. A beautiful outline. An angel? It must be an angel coming to save him. They could save him. Somebody, please save him. Takumi wanted to be saved. His strength was fading, but he tried his best to reach out to this angel for some precious miracle.