#miiseriia

 The sun was burning his skin more than Kendall thought it would and spending the afternoon reading Tolstoy naked in the rushes with Farley, Vennie, and Felix had only made it worse. He could have pretended to have a heat stroke so that he could avoid this stultifying tea with the family matriarch, but he knew better than that. The Cattons were old friends of Mom’s and there would have been hell for him to pay if he had shirked his duty.

So, he sat on the cane chair next to this extraordinarily beautiful woman and looked out towards the maze in front of them. From this vantage point the entrance and exit seemed to be very clear, but Kendall couldn’t be sure of what it would be like on the ground. Perhaps, he would get lost somewhere in there and would never come out. God knows, these people liked to play tricks with each other.

everyone needed friends... even impersonal business conglomerates. kanacorp had chosen to make some by buying into waystar's asian publications, and while the whole deal equated to chump change for both parties, it was still an excellent excuse for a corporate shindig. when the photographers appeared, kei dipped out of the conference hall and pinched his nose for a full ten seconds, eyes screwed shut for most of that. it did nothing to stave off the brewing headache.

he is not argumentative by nature. not with family, not when he knows he cannot win. but there are times when brotherly instinct becomes more akin to fatherly. when he feels the need to branch out, to . . . put his foot down, and he doubts that feeling will ever really go away.

[ go away ] sender gives receiver's shoulder a shove, trying to make them walk away or go into another room / from shiv!

he wants to catch @miiseriia as she goes, wants to grab her arm to stop her from storming off, imagines his grip would be gentle, that he would never harm her as long as she lives. but when he moves to do so he halts, his fingers don't make contact. there isn't even a brush of skin. connor knows better, no matter how badly he wants to try, there are lines he doesn't dare cross. instead, he follows. keeping pace with her hurried steps as she flees.